FAMILY TIME LIKE WHOA DUDE
11-15-2014, 10:35 AM
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The woman prowls--quiet, foreboding. Prowls for prisoners, for potential members, for those settling where they should not be. The mangroves prove quiet, as she suspected. The cowards are too busy hiding away, more than likely. Somewhere. She'll seek them out, later. But for now, a Destruction-seeking call captures her attention and her lip curls to reveal slightly-yellowed ivories, audits pinning against smooth skull. The woman lunges at the call, sweeping forward with a warped eagerness to correct the poor soul that still believes that Destruction rule still taints this land. There were still plenty of them here--Jupiter had ensured that. But she doubted a single one would come to even speak to their little friend. Anger-empowered stride morphs easily into a casual one as she comes into view, relative and masterfully-feinted affability overtaking the scarred woman's features. Low voice rumbles from deep within cavernous chest. "You rang?" comes her croon. Inwardly she almost mocks but she allows a sort of odd friendliness to permeate her tone outside. Friendliness--something reserved only for her son, her mate, her companion. Those willing to fight for what they believe in rather than preaching about it on a throne tarnished by their lack of spine. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
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