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N/A · 04-30-2013, 04:14 PM

She watched the anger seemingly melt from the womans maw, a low chuckle bubbling up through her vocals, this one was interesting, unpredictable, whether that unpredictability could prove to be a fatal flaw or an assest still had yet to remain seen. Desdemona was quite the opposite, a creature of great predictability. Quiet, contemporary, respectful, strong in her beliefs. Her lyrics would come in a soft, but toneless drawl, her rage was something difficult to provoke. Habits, routine, they suited her. It seems she had just met her opposite.

Her head would quirk, tilting as she debated how to answer the dames question. She could give her a brief quiet answer, blunt and to the point, but what would that accomplish? The woman was curious about Tortuga, the more information she gave the more likely the dame would be to consider it as a worthy home. Two toned oculars would slide shut for a moment. "Tortuga was a pack that claimed neutrality, my past is littered with blood and death, I have been in too many wars, I wish for no more bloodshed in my waning years." She wasn't old, but she wasn't a young pup any longer either.

Speech,

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