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N/A · 04-28-2013, 03:16 AM

Ears would careen backwards to pin against her cranium at the sudden rage that sprung forth from the dames maw. She would not flinch or back away but apparently she had brushed a nerve, a very tender nerve, and for the first time since their meeting had begun a smile cracked the stoney facade of her voice, a deep chuckle reverberating through her larynx.

"I think... with a personality lie yours... you'll fit in beautifully with Tortuga, should you choose to make it your home." Desdemona smiled ever so slightly at the dame, she sure as hell had the spitfire attitude.

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