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Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 2)



You're not feeling so well...

Deluge

Raiders Hollow
The Drunkard Queen

Master Fighter (290)

Master Navigator (400)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Fleet-footed Fleet-footed

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
36
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
254
player
NachoMumma

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Double MasterCritical Observation!How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Samhain 2022Statue 5 Worship
8 hours ago

Well fuck. Stupid fucking Fatalis's with their honour and self-sacrificing bullshit, now she'd have to haul ass all the way to Armada to pass on the news. She doubted if she told Dread that he'd talk the long walk for her. Selfish fucker that he was. Just like the winged one that went and got himself eaten. How. Fucking. Inconsiderate.

It wasn't that Deluge was merciless, it was a coping mechanism in the moment. The worm thing curled around itself protectively and flailed about, catching her with a glancing blow as she tried to gather her wits enough to be done with this fucking thing so she could get the kid home and ream out his father for letting him wander into such fucking peril unsupervised. She supposed she could pass along that they were keeping Scald's kids while she was at it.

Inhaling deeply, trying to catch a second wind, Deluge looked to the cracked and shattered floor, careful where she placed her paws. While it was distracted, eating what was left of the big guy... Way to take one for the team... "One more push guys!" She gave it everything she had left in reserve, attacking whatever she could reach of the worm with horns, claws and teeth.

"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.