Dance with the Devil
04-10-2013, 03:47 PM
Tortuga. He had heard whispers of the pack, that it was militaristic and dark. The tone his father took when speaking of Tortuga was one he was not all that familiar with, but feared all the same. Could it be this woman really was of the hellions of Tortuga? For a while there he had assumed it must be a very masculine pack, but he assumed even warriors, vagabonds, and hellions needed the touch of a woman every now and then. Had this young lass been born of one of those touches? He could only assume that she had. "The mountains. I had heard of Tortuga, but not where they called home. Aren't the mountains a difficult place to.. settle?" He imagined the mountains to be frigid, especially up top. Then again, he assumed Tortugan hearts to be nearly as frigid, so perhaps they quite enjoyed their home in the precipices of the mountain range. But how much prey could linger there, and equally, how easy of a place would it be to make a camp, and hold a territory? The mountains would be incredibly impossible, even for a pack of hellions, to defend. He cocked his head quizzically, wondering just how much information she would give him. "speeeeech" |
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