Her bone-decorated ears twitched as she heard her sisters approach, a smoke-filled huff escaping her maw as she agreed with them. Besides the stench of the inhabitants, she hated the mud-soaked quality of the place. It took more than enough effort to keep her paws dry without venturing any deeper into the marshland; she doubted waking up in all this filth would put her or her sisters in any state other than rage. "Definitely a wrong turn. The water here isn't even brackish," she grumbled in agreement with La'miyla and Ja'sunna. She turned away from the forests' scent-line with a huff, as if to expunge the scent's lingering particles from her nose.

"The inhabitants might choose to live in filth, but perhaps they'll know where the beach is -- still, if they don't show soon, let's take our own fucking chances. We'll be cleaning mud out of our piercings for goddamn hours anyway, might as well make visiting this shithole give us some entertianment," she stated, her vermillion eyes glancing to each of the tigresses for a second to feel for their reactions. Quantum heard rumors that a large dragon-like beast lived in the marshes here with rest of the redneck swampers; her claws itched to pop out at just the thought of such a challenge. Even if they didn't mean to end up here, the chance to possibly see a future quary made up for the lackluster journey.

The corners of her muzzle turned up in a smirk, her long fangs pointing out for a fraction of a moment. "Remember, there's supposidly a beast here," she added, a chilling tension on her voice that she knew conveyed the hunts' thrill to her sisters. Growing up together for three years had certain advantages; sometimes, she wondered if they could've ended up any closer.

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The erudite flicked her tails as she approached, a bit disappointed by the lack of blood splatter for the meeting. Well, she supposed, she could hardly expect Stryker to introduce a novel execution method at every meeting -- the members of the group already proved numb to the daily violence of their lives. Even she would find it dull after a month or so, like how she hardly reacted now when a slave got beaten in the streets. She chased the exquisite eccentricity of certain strains of violence, linked as they were by a common component. But eccentricities became the norm, even plebeian, after enough exposure; cauterizing wounds, for example, no longer held the same appeal it once provided her.

Musing on spicing up the gore around here -- and, to a lesser extent, necessary 'traditions' like meetings and the weekly tasks -- she joined the growing crowd in front of Stryker. Hell knew what matters he'd bring up now.

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The erudite flicked her tails as she approached, a bit disappointed by the lack of blood splatter for the meeting. Well, she supposed, she could hardly expect Stryker to introduce a novel execution method at every meeting -- the members of the group already proved numb to the daily violence of their lives. Even she would find it dull after a month or so, like how she hardly reacted now when a slave got beaten in the streets. She chased the exquisite eccentricity of certain strains of violence, linked as they were by a common component. But eccentricities became the norm, even plebeian, after enough exposure; cauterizing wounds, for example, no longer held the same appeal it once provided her.

Musing on spicing up the gore around here -- and, to a lesser extent, necessary 'traditions' like meetings and the weekly tasks -- she joined the growing crowd in front of Stryker. Hell knew what matters he'd bring up now.

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QAUANTUM CARALHO IS PERHAPS THE MOST RUTHLESS CHAOTIC GOOD CHARACTER YOU WILL EVER MEET. LIKE ALL ESTP PEOPLE, SHE RECKLESSLY GOES AFTER ANYTHING SHE DESIRES. THIS LEADS HER TO HUNTING DANGEROUS CREATURES WITH THE REST OF THE 'HOES. SHE USUALLY FIGHTS WITH HER FIRE AND EARTH MAGICS THOUGH SHE HOLDS HER TELEPORTATION, INTANGIBILITY, AND INVISIBILITY ABILITIES SECRET AS A SPECIAL ACE FOR DANGEROUS SITUATIONS.

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