Cry Me A River

Who was this crazy little woman who claimed herself to be apart of Valhalla? His packmate? He had no packmates. He didn't really belong in this pack. He only came here because he was seeking refuge and there was no where else for him to go. He wasn't about to head back to Tortuga under the new rule of whoever had taken it and attempt to scrape out a living there. There was nothing left for him there, so there was no reason for him to go back. Valhalla was most likely going to be the pack that he would spend the rest of his days in, so he might as well start getting used to interacting and actually getting to know his packmates. Starting with this little woman.


When you have nothing else that requires your safety and need, then can take more risks knowing no one will miss you. Imena Taipa, I kinda like my nickname. Though i still think your name will be White Grump till otherwise proven wrong. but i am glad there is some life in there in you. What fun would that be, meeting the first Vahalla here after joining, and he is nothing but an empty nut shell? Her chuckle interrupted his thoughts, audits flickering back in her direction as he allowed himself to relax, pale lips curling back over pearly dentures, nape craning around to his right to get a better look at the woman that called herself Imena Taipa. He frowned at her first set of words, finding them rather morbid, quite contradicting to the mood that she was giving off at the moment, rather confusing the ivory man. Forgive me Imena for not having greeted you properly. I just have not been feeling myself lately. But, it is very much a pleasure to meet you, my first pack mate. He offered her a gentle smile, plume wagging softly behind powerful haunches.



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