Drinks
04-28-2013, 01:48 AM
She would pace forward, pads sinking into the moist soil and rising, the massive dame towered above the foliage. Massive musculature rippling with every measured step she took. Thick, hardened muscles sealed by scars and flesh, revealing the body of a warrior. Indecision had settled within her soul, but her mind, the dammed thing was slowly working against her placing doubts within her head about Tortuga, about its leaders. She was never supposed to doubt a superior and yet... She shook such maniac thoughts from her head, she had come so far to clear her mind, to cleanse the troubled pool. The scent of water and the sound of the trickling falls would sing to her. She approached the scene with confidence, blinking at the dame already perched at the waters edge. Her head would tilt, surveying her for a moment, before dipping her cranium in greeting. "Good afternoon." The emotionless but polite response would ooze from her maw as she paced forward, her own muzzle dipping into the cool waters for a drink. Speech, |