World's Collide

N/A · 05-10-2013, 03:13 PM

Desdemona stalked back to Tortuga, head held high, two-toned gaze piercing with confidence and determination. Her ivory coat was stained the color of rubies, still wet with Kaien's blood. The King slayer, or perhaps, she had been just a means to end a bit of suffering, she would not take the title with pride, but she could understand his means for death. Her mind whirled, a thousand possibilities spinning in her head. This would come as an utter shock and she knew she needed to call the pack to order as soon as she returned, but there was one she needed to speak with first. One she needed to talk with, one that despite his wanderlust, seemed to hold a place of endearment amongst the people. She would turn her attention first to him and then to the rest of Tortuga. Her mind whirled with possibilities, ideas and the like. She needed to establish order and discipline, two things Tortuga was sorely lacking and then... she would attempt to rebuild a foundation with Valhalla.

She reached the border of Tortuga, no longer crossing as a warrior but as its leader, its commander and if all went like she planned, she would not hold the title alone for very much longer. Her lips would coil over blood-stained ivories and a bellow would erupt from her chest. A command. A name that passed her larynx with the force to shake the land itself. Nnoitra

Speech,

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