Drinks
04-28-2013, 01:31 AM
She would sit like a stone, perched and poised as though she was carved from stone rather than flesh and blood. Her eyes were trained upon this stranger, ears careened forward to pick up every sound, the dame would smile, she expressed far more than the ivory fae even if it wasn't true laughter or emotion. Desdemona had never been a creature of speech and it showed. Curiosity would blossom in the largers chest at the dames fatal words... what exactly did she wish of her? Desdemona had made Tortuga her home. She would raise a family there. She had a mate, a territory to truly call him. her mind was at peace and potentially she was speaking with a future member. Lips would part and her larynx would vibrate with sound. "Tortuga is a good a home as any, what do your curiosities wish to know? What quirks would fade amongst the damned?" her lyrics were curious but cold. (((OOC: This convo is making me crave some hot coacoa! xDD))) Speech, |