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Ignita



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Deluge

Raiders Hollow
The Raid Queen I

Master Fighter (290)

Master Navigator (400)

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age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
31
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
253
player
NachoMumma

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09-20-2024, 11:07 PM

Deluge would not travel this far in search of Dread. No, her mother had been this way and now she was covering off with a second sweep. Leaving Rip and Tempest among the gaggle of youngsters was easy enough when their sister was missing. Mercy had been different from the start, all fire and ash. When and how she had wandered off was a mystery to Deluge, but she planned to search and question. To see if any knew of her wayward daughter's whereabouts, or if perhaps she had been claimed by the sea.

Logic told her to start in the north and sweep southward while her brother scoured the southern continent. Kenway might be a few cents short of a dollar, but she trusted him to put his all into finding his missing niece. They were both seeking out their wayward siblings young and old in the process.

Slung bottles clinking like bells in her wake she made her way into the Armada market, travel-weary and shaky-limbed. It had been too long since she had done such a journey and it showed. She still had a few kilos to catch up with where she should be. Thankfully there were no shortage of snack vendors set up between the stalls. Deluge moved to purchase herself something to get her through the next leg then went in search of somewhere to eat it. She imagined they would have marked her by now. It was only a matter of time.

"speech"

Due to distance kept from her Raider kin and her regular travelling taking her out of pack lands, Deluge smells and acts like a loner. The only noticeable scent other than her own is Dread who may join any of her threads at any time.




Ignita

Armada
Consort

Expert Navigator (130)

Master Intellectual (255)

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age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
419
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
618
player
LadyElin

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09-25-2024, 01:37 PM (This post was last modified: 09-25-2024, 01:38 PM by Ignita. Edited 1 time in total.)

Speech // thought

The Consort of the Armada was peering through the stalls and glancing at any nearby nooks and crannies where her tiny daughter might be hiding. She shouldn't have kept the girl from experiencing the market for so long, now the girl tries to find her way in here and gets overwhelmed by it, and then she ends up missing for hours. Ignita tried to control her breathing with a huff. She leans into one of the guards and instead of hearing news of Selene's whereabouts they express their concern over a dire woman with bottles on her hips they recognized as someone from The Raiders. Ignita looks confused at why they would be concerned with the woman. She had several meetings with the Raiders now that had gone well, why would they be so worried about one of them? Something about trouble with the Fatalis family in the past.

She was more concerned that the guard was on edge over someone who was minding their own business. She assured them fine fine, she'll go talk to her, but also please keep an eye out for Selene.

She approaches the dire woman with curiosity, She seems to be looking for a place to eat her snack and not doing anyone any harm, "Hello," She greets warmly, "Someone has a ridiculous notion you might mean to cause trouble, but you haven't done anything so far, so I might as well introduce myself, I'm Ignita, The Consort of Armada. How are you finding the market?" She queried with a gentle smile looking up at the woman.




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