Never Here nor There
04-05-2013, 03:32 PM
Thank you Chesh ♥ Although dangerous to tread a land her blood had splattered on multiple occasions, it was no wonder why the petite queen returned to the arena that teemed with canines just itching for bloodshed; just being witness to a fight was Grade A entertainment for the wench. Despite the fact that she was purposely tearing herself away from managing Tortuga ? or what was left of it since there was a recent decline in members for illegitimate reasons ? she considered herself to not be slacking on the job, but on a ?recruiting mission? where she doubted she would be able to even consider snagging a rogue because of her own critical judgments of everyone. She knew the battlegrounds were not only a haven for the bloodthirsty, but they also frequently housed rogues, so the excuse was decent enough for her taste and would probably be bought by Kaien and the bulk of Tortuga. She had no plans in appearing as unprofessional to her peers, after all. A wicked grin akin to the Cheshire Cat?s split her visage as an unfamiliar aroma wound its way through her nostrils, causing the woman to pause in her venturing as she digested the stench to be two scents entwined with one another. The intensity of the smell was far too fresh to have been embedded within the air due to a previous encounter and far too strong to have wafted from another area upon the island; it seemed as if the bitch was in luck and that there was conflict in the air. Jubilantly trotting in the direction it led her with her skull abnormally high and her footing careful so as not to draw too much attention to herself, she managed to close the distance between she and the objects in pursuit in a minimal amount of time. Unfortunately, the scene that met her pupils was not one of a brutal mauling nor was it an argument that would spark one, but rather a leisurely stroll with one canine rushing to keep up with the other who had broken free of their companion. Morphine halted abruptly so as not to collide with the others head-on and she stood rooted to the area in front of them, granting either creature a once-over with judgmental pupils. Both strangers exceeded her in height but it was of no surprise to the petite and pallid lass ? when hadn?t she dwarfed another? Despite her disadvantage with height and being outnumbered, fear failed to develop within her, instead, the feeling of excitement bubbled within her for the new opportunity she had been given. Well, well, well, she drawled, her infamous smirk plastered to her pretty countenance. She had no intention of intimidating the others, but her speech held an underlying dark tone to it that she typically possessed when first speaking with strangers. She drew her gaze from the female?s pupils to the male?s milky eyes and suspected blindness, but switched back and forth repeatedly regardless. What brings you to the land of blood and gore? Padding a quarter of a circle around the duo with elongated steps, she more thoroughly examined their figures than she had previously, dawning on their musculature and hues. The male?s complexion was dark and completely contrasted the earthy tones of the female, but their stature and build were similar; it slightly interested the woman. Doesn?t look like you?ve recently gotten in to a scuffle, and by the way you?re headed, doesn?t look like you?re much too interested in getting into one, she pointed out dryly. She could have been mistaken, obviously. The two didn?t look pissed or ridden of sanity, but appearances were often misleading. Speech. Thought. 610. |