Illja had returned to what was her home for a short period of time, she had been in Amenti for about a week when the stupid bitch Canttina decided to pitch herself off a cliff. That had foiled all her plans, she would not join a male pack. She wandered into the S.S. Antiox, she made her way to the deck where the empress had slept. She could still smell her faint scent on the place that was once hers. She laughed at the fact that not even ones self could stop your inner demons poisoning your mind. She did not think of herself as poisoned, she was pure. She lay down where the empress once sat, her golden orbs taking in her surroundings. She la her head on the ground, no one was here to stop her. She might have had her head ripped off if she resided with the empress still, for it would be a great disrespect. But she lay there, her eyes open, not wanting to drift asleep. Speech,

This metal abode had once again struck the young rusty brown fae's interests. And this time, it was inhabited upon her first visit. The ivory masked she wolf stepped into the previous captains quarters, and found a snow pelted woman lying there, eyes wide open and staring blankly at nothing. The scent that cloaked her was mildly familiar, and she thought back to recall where she had smelled it before. Here, in one of the empty dens. The petite damsel seated herself in the doorway, and let her voice fall into the dank air. ?Returning to face old demons?? She asked quietly, her sweet alto voice ricocheting off every available surface in the dark, silent, empty room. She couldn't help being nosy, it was too interesting a possible story to pass up. So she wrapped her tail around her tea cupped paws, and her alabaster masked face turned to the older, larger woman; orchid tinted optics glowing slightly in the darkness as she fixed them upon her ghostly frame. ?Speech?

Illja had been minding her own business when the fae had walked in. "Returning to face old demons?" Illja Sat up and sneered. "Ah, what little pretty wanders hither. What would one so young, so innocent, know of demons." She stood up and walked to the young wolf. Young, easy to corrupt. She inspected the woman, a rusty Brown, her face masked by a single Ivory tone. She reminded Her of Canttina a little, the ivory mask resembling the empress's skull mask. She walked behind the masked woman and leaned to her ear and said quietly "And does the russet dame have a name?" She slunk back round to her front and looked at her. Cocking her head to the side. She took a deep breath, golden optics scanning the fae for signs of discomfort, that's what she was aiming to achieve. Make her uncomfortable. Speech,

Soon the ivory dame spoke up, her voice filling the girl's ears with bland flattery. What did she know of demons? A lot, in fact. The rust and bark toned she wolf would tell the larger, older woman these things, but she decided against it, coincidentally forgetting what she said unless pressed further. Her body was soon inspected by the stranger, a whisper finding its way into her ear. Her name? That was an easy one. A grin, sly and devilish, found it's way onto her face. ?Eulari Armada. You?? She asked, her sweet alto voice ringing through the empty air. She could see this one was trying to freak her out and make her slip up, but no doubt this one seemed old enough to know the meaning of the Armada name. So, she simply turned calmly to face the snowy furred woman, her alabaster mask seeming like a specter in the darkness or the room, her orchid pigmented optics meeting the golden gaze with an unflinching stare. ?Speech?

So she was an Armada, she detested the Armada family. Every single stinking one of them. The bastard kept women as slaves, force bred them. she hated every ounce of filthy blood in their bodies, she cursed them to the depths of hell. So you're an Armada eh? Do you know what, I hate Armadas, every single one of you. I'm assuming you're one of Isardis's spawn. If you are, you can tell your bastard of a father to go fuck himself along with every stinking male in his stupid, sexist pack of idiots! she snarled at Eulari. And for future reference my name is Illja Rochwillden Armada scum. she spat venomously at the bitch. Speech,

A viscous spew of words flew from the jaws of the ivory bitch, and the russet girl lifted her lips in a grimace of distaste towards the older, larger woman. How dare she insult her family! They were by far the superior bloodline to this one, who clearly wasn't respectable enough to even keep her mouth shut and keep her opinions to herself. Suddenly, all that remained on her bleached face was a grin. Laughter bubbled up from the depths of her petite chest, the situation only to be found as purely humorous to the tiny fae. "Well that's too bad, I was hoping we could have a little fun, but whatever floats your boat." She replied, her sweet alto voice nonchalant. She simply sidestepped around the woman, flicking her tail in farewell. "Oh poo, Father will have to count you on the list of Glaciem enemies now. Well, no matter. Bye!" She spoke, her voice rising to a singsong tone upon the last word, drawing out the syllable until she leapt from the edge of the boat in one smooth movement, and was gone. .:Exit Eulari Sassily:. Speech,

Illja

She grinned, more enemies, everyone seemed to want to be her enemy. She thought of this as flattery, like they were taking time to hate her. She loved it for a atrange reason. Dear, Dear me, I do not care for your bastard father. He can hate me all he wants. And you can tell your father that he can have my head as long as he promises not to try and breed with it. Judging by you, he'll sleep with anything. she sneered as the bitch made her way out. And a laugh erupted from her ebony lips, how she had let herself be annoyed by one so young. It was ridiculous, she continued to laugh until she fell over. The bitch was mental, absolutley mental. After she stopped laughing and just lay there on the floor for a while. For no apparent reason. She eventually decided that she should probably get up and get away from the place. People to see, enemies to make she muttered to herself as she walked to the exit the fae had gone through earlier. She left and a giggle escaped her lips. How pointless her week or so here had been. Now she was leaving for good. -Exit Illja more sassily- END