Drinks

N/A · 05-09-2013, 04:32 PM

Desdemona had, at one point been so hinged to the scent of an impending battle, so ecstatic to take a life, that in times of complacency, she grew restless, agitated, bored. Her pack was ruthless, deemed themselves mercenaries, but in all honestly were far to wicked to be thought of as such. Without the sweet tang of blood in her mouth she had grown irritable, incredibly so. She was a wicked creature, or at least she had been, a demon disguised in ivory. Of course, now, she sought only peace and a place of rest, relaxation. She had put her days of blood and death behind her or so she had hoped. She wanted a family, it was long since past time for her to settle down.

Her jaw clenched as the name left the rogues maw, a rumble pulling up through her vocals. "Kaien is...deceitful. Some admire him for this trait, I believe in some semblance of honor. Hes a good leader but he crosses too many lines, leaves his people in the shadows, does his dealings when no one is looking." Her tones were even, flat, but the words were truthful, it would be the nicest thing she would say about the ivory male.

Speech,

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