The Devil In Stitches
05-11-2013, 11:32 AM
Loki glided through the trees as a foreign howl pierced her ear drums and ensnared her mind. Emeralds that she deemed her eyes slid open with annoyance. Today was a day when company seemed a waste of time, energy and space and who was this creature that summoned them all to hell. With a snarl curling ebony lips the dame would rise, uncharacteristically slow and with a snarl she would slip from her concealed den and out into Tortuga. She was getting real damn sick of these meetings... or maybe that was just her heat making her irritable. Even the silver tongue grew silent and still as her gaze descended upon the two whom had obviously called the meeting to order. Her ears pinned back against her cranium, great... dames. More ways to interact with other people. Absolutely lovely. Had she been a lesser creature she would have sneered, Loki was getting up there in age having just turned seven... but that didn't make her useless, at least not yet. The rest of the speech was garbled and lost to her. She couldn't give two shits who steered the boat as long as they weren't stupid enough to smash into the rocks. With a grunt she reclined back on her haunches, and waited for the chaos around her, to erupt. Speech, |