firing line

*Kalypso* · 04-25-2013, 12:26 PM

BURN SKIN AND BRAND WHAT ONCE WAS MINE
The early morning was still dark. The sun would not fully creep into view for another hour or so. Tendrils of fog licked the earth that sat between the twin peaks of stony earth. The valley served as a catcher of clouds. It trapped the early morning fog in an icy grasp, and they had only an hour left of existence. The sun would soon crest the horizon and erase the haze with golden fury. It did not have long to live. Eyes searched out across the verdant valley, filled with burning rampancy. Such was the nature of the blue ghast - as chaotic as hellfire.

She did not have to wait long - she never did. It had not been more than a few minutes that her call was answered. He was larger than she; such was to be expected. But he was far older as well, his joints no doubt bitten by arthritis and old wounds. The gait that he walked with betrayed him far more than any of her parlour tricks. Kalypso did not move from her seat alongside the stream banks, her eyes watching the man only because she had to - not because he was of interest. If it is not to join, I advise you to leave. A dangerous smile crossed her granite features. The animal that had come to see her was no more than hired help. An old thug that had once been a lone goon, now only to have retired to status as pack goon. The stature was not one of a leader - and it was not his piss that decorated the borders. Instead, Kalypso chose not to address the man that had decided to threaten her. Another was coming.

What has brought you to Tortuga, darling?

A woman in red. She seemed to dance across the ground, proud of something that Kalypso knew well enough to pinpoint. Her eyes sharpened on the red woman, only mildly interested in the thing that had come prancing along. This was not the alpha. Perhaps royalty, but no leader. She stayed away from the blue viper, guarding herself. It was not the mark of a leader with strong warriors behind her. It was the mark of a succubus not desiring her throat slit. It piqued Kalypso's interest.
I have heard things about your Tortuga, I only desired to see for myself. Your reputation does not precede you. The Darksidy woman shifted her eyes towards the horizon briefly, scanning for the faint outlines of any others. there were none.
Your leader does not show himself. I'm offended. Instead I am greeted by a high court mistress and an old man.

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