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It was almost a repeat of her previous life. Wandering about a jungle, her abuser's shadow hanging over her. She didn't care for her hierarchy, sitting as a heir to her father's pride. Her eyes flickered about where she wandered, her massive paws brushing the ground as she stepped about roots, ears perked, haunches moving by muscle memory- she didn't care for where she walked, dazed in her thoughts. Her mismatched eyes opened wide as she stopped, one paw half raised in question. A railroad path broached her attention, smooth metal underfoot as she touched it. She looked down the line, narrowing her eyes out at the island. Her ears twitched, and a smirk broached her face. "Surely this piece of pretty land is owned." She uttered to herself, before following the path to the crashed train.

She approached the wreckage, her mismatched eyes scanning the wreck before pinning on the sign. She looked about. Could this have been what the old bird spoke of? A land of blood, a land of war? It was almost too damn pretty. Deldrach snorted, her tail flicking behind her as she made deeper into the territory, uncaring if her large body was seen as she passed through the isle's jungle. Thinking back to her father's pride, she remembered why she escaped. A forced marriage, then a forced pregnancy? She was to be treated as a queen, as the lioness- but he.. he had treated her like a breeding slave. A snarl ripped from her jaw's, Deldrach swinging to slash open the bark of a tree.

Her front half leapt up, both sets of claws digging into the wood. She tore free, ripping bark with her as she came back to the spongy ground. She settled down, picking bark from between her claws. It wasn't worth getting angry over, she reflected as she finished cleaning her claws. He was long gone, long dead, and she had fought her way to victory before disowning herself from that family and leaving for good.

Here she was, lost in a jungle that anyone- or as the old bird had said, murderers- could surround her in.

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Her eyes flicked up as she watched the she-wolf pad closer. She rose, stretching her luxurious form, a gentle smirk touching her jowls. "Deldrach. I'm here to join this little.. establishment." She tail, her tail flicking in the pause. "Typhoon.. What an interesting name." She then sat, both eyes trained on Vanessa like lazers, searing into her. Her gaze, at least, was unwavering. "Now, simple enough, an eye for an eye. Your name?" She tilted her head, her tone not disrespectful but rather.. authoritative.

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That was, of course, feeling the male enter the room. Her eyes seemed to storm over just a little. Deldrach wasn't afraid of men, but.. she had a problem with most of them. Especially the ones that think they control whoever they stand before. "Call me not 'milady', address me by name, and I'll treat you the same." She said, her tone.. wasn't dangerous, more alluring. "In which.. I'll be needing your name." She tilted her chin up, her heterochromic eyes flickering over him before she snapped her gaze up at the sound of the voice.

Deldrach watched for a moment, oddly silent. Perhaps the monologing and the strange actions of the maned wolf caught her surprise- which was surely not true. Was it? "The tree and I had a personal conversation, which involved the drawing of claws. Simple as that." She dismissed, looking down, before sighing to herself. Speaking seemed to be the which-way of this one, didn't it? Deldrach, keep your tongue bent. You're Queen of Akaodon no longer. She shook her head, closing her eyes tightly before opening them wide.

"A please, of course, Vandal Roux." Deldrach stood now, chuffing as she shook out her pelt and exhaled. Her eyes skipped her display of acrobatics, but it didn't miss the grim emotion that crossed the maned wolf's voice. She didn't bother to think of it, knowing it wasn't her business for a time yet. She was just joining these ranks, wouldn't that be correct? "I don't mind. I had a child I toted around for a time." The lioness, hulking in stature, replied to the maned wolf.