Tangled

N/A · 05-14-2013, 06:29 PM

Desdemona observed the dame before her quickly, eyes roaming the slender form with something akin to curiosity. There was something off, something deliciously...dark about the dame before her, perhaps it was the scars that marred her flesh, or maybe the eye that appeared faded and blind. Her fur was a bedraggled off white, just a shade darker or perhaps two, than her pelt of glistening ivory. Intrigue blossomed in the depths of her chest, but it didn't make itself known upon her visage, she wondered if the dame had ever seen Tortuga, she seemed like just the creature that would slide in without worry or care. Misfit toys indeed.

The woman seemed startled by Desdemona's sudden words and she found herself being wearily studied in return. The Queen didn't mind, she was slowly becoming accustomed to lingering stares, apparently a drawback to becoming a Queen. A long moment of silence stretched between the two, one sizing the other up, debating what the correct course of action here would be. Finally, the smaller dipped her head, returning the polite greeting and Desdemona allowed her body to relax, if only slightly. For the most part, she had tried to put her past of mindless bloodshed and hatred behind her, if the woman would rather speak than come at her with tooth and claw, Desdemona would return the respect. her two toned gaze would glisten as finally the woman would speak, lyrics rolling from her tongue like poison.

Bemused, a breathy chuckle would escape the behemoth. Friends... very few were considered friends among the borders of Tortuga, if that was where these friends of hers resided, toleration and perhaps acceptance of the wolves around them at the very best. Desdemona moved, massive frame perching gracefully on her haunches as she lowered her rump to the ground. Her plume curled around her haunch, to dust the back of her forelimb, she watched as the woman did the same.

Fetisha seemed to become lost in her own mind, thinking of something that obviously amused her as a chortle left her lips. Her bodice was quite literally flesh and bone and she appeared to look more in her waning years... Desdemona wondered what had happened to the woman to place her in such a state of disarray and who exactly the woman had returned to see. The next inquiry would pull a small smile from the usually stoic ruler and a soft laugh would resound from the confines of her chest..

"It tis a pleasure to meet you Fetisha. I would hope to smell strongly of Tortuga. I am its Queen, if you have come to visit Kaien or Mophine, I'm afraid you won't be finding them there, I killed Kaien nary a week ago, and Morphine has been banished." It was not a fact she took pride in, but if the woman had come seeking either ex-ruler, she would not find them within Tortuga's borders, or in Kaien's case, until death took her last breath from her and she joined him in the afterlife... and she had never been a creature to candy coat her words and she would not hold back from the forwardness of them now.

Speech,

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