Tangled

N/A · 05-18-2013, 01:33 AM

Desdemona had never been much for simple talk, but she supposed she would have to get to such being the Queen. The wolves of Tortuga needed to know her, needed to trust her if she was to succeed as their leader... that had always been Kaien's problem. He cared so little for his pack that they were loathe to think him fit to rule. It was a fine line between overbearing and caring too little, and she was sure she danced on the razors edge of tipping the scales... but she was trying. trying to get the pack more active, more involved they needed to stop being so lackadaisical, their bond needed to strengthen as a unity a singular, moving, well oiled machine. Outside of Tortuga that could be whatever, whoever they wished to be, but within its bounds they needed to have a sense of togetherness and right now... they had just about as much unity as a wolf to a lamb.

This woman before her was strange, clearly mental faculties not running all four cylinders, but enough to where she made decent enough sense when she spoke. Good enough for Desdemona to consider her a likely candidate for her home. She wanted Tortuga to be a haven for the broken, the damned, the misfits. The rejects and the freaks. She was one, as was the majority of Tortuga, the island of misfit toys of one would, and she was now the little toy soldier that led the march. A smile would drift across her maw at such an analogy. It was oddly fitting, the broken toys could be an utter wreck or they could be a solid force... it all depended on how they were governed.

"I don't know if smart was a good descriptive for Kaien. lazy and uncaring are the first two words that come to my mind." The huff would come rather quickly, it was clear the woman's opinion of the ex-ruler. She hadn't liked him and she intended to be far different that Kaien. Tortuga would be unified if it killed her. Her next question sent a shiver of bloodlust tracing her spine, for a split second vile intent flooded her two-toned gaze and her muscles rippled in silent anticipation and then it was gone. She had been a blood thirsty killer, she wasn't anymore. "I got more blood than flesh, ripping through both jugulars... it was sweet." Her tones were flat but a small, almost unnoticeable smile curved her mouth.

The woman would compliment her name and Desdemona would smile ever so slightly, dipping her head in silent thanks, it was a compliment if nothing else. The next words surprised the woman but she agreed with the strength behind the woman's sentence. "Respect is something Tortuga lacks indefinitely, it is something I am trying to instill upon the pack, but I fear will be slow moving..." She would pause and her smile would widen. "...and I don't doubt you could pack a mean bite, elders sometimes leave the most vicious of wounds." She would know, she had been caught in the grasp of far too many elders in the past, her bodice was littered with scars beneath the ivory of her pelt.

"I'm sure you will be a much larger aide with flesh and muscle intact." The chuckle would erupt from Desdemona's chest and rumble up through her throat. "Would you like to see Tortuga? Nothing says you need decide today." her tones were pleasant...well as pleasant as hers could be. This woman of off white intrigued her. She wondered what evils had befallen her, to receive such horrible scars.

Speech,

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