the pleasure my boots gave me

She was sure there had once been a pack here. Now the once vibrant island lay silent and desolate. Despite the decay that surrounded her, Deluge found herself curious, what had it been like? Was it that different from the home her father had built on Daager Isle?

Her eyes slid over the various structures gradually being reclaimed by the earth. They still retained a sense of majesty and grandeur, standing as silent sentries amidst the encroaching jungle, their once elegant facades now shrouded in ivy and creeping vines. But it wasn't the main buildings that drew her in, not initially. It was one that was set apart.

On the northern edge of the island, a long, seemingly timber structure stood mostly intact, She pushed through the door to find stalls, separated with reinforced steel bars. Had these rooms served as some sort of prison, or slave facility? She didn't need a vivid imagination to think what might have gone on here, the visible claw marks standing out along the wooden walls of the partitions, and were those blood stains beneath the decaying straw that might have served as flooring? Her lip pulled down in a grimace. This certainly wasn't a place she wanted to linger. The air felt heavy, like it could possibly even be haunted (not that she put much stock in ghosts).

Escaping into the open air, Deluge took a steadying breath, turning her attention back towards the docks. She wondered if the ships had been picked clean, or if there might be some trinkets worth taking home to her younger siblings? She wouldn't know if she didn't go and look.

“Speech”