This world was different.

At least that was Nasrin thought as she walked down the coastline carefully, her sleek body almost glimmering in the sunlight rather fading sunlight, as if there was like flecks on gold in her black as charcoal coat.  Perhaps there was but who could tell,  the feline like creature quietly padded into the a unknown territory only impressed of how beautiful it looked.

She was familiar with palm trees and burning sands. 

All she knew that the fates were kind enough to spare her from a fate worse than death for the crimes she had committed in order to avenge her beloved and her family.    A temptress they called her, a whore, a complete mad woman for what she had done to get revenge on those who destroyed her family ome.  What they say was madness,  she saw as justice,  what they call cruelty,  she did as what was she could deem as clarity was what they were quick to drag her through crowds of people bellowing  on her blood to stain the gallows below like the thousands who had lost their lives before her.

A faint ghost of a smile played onto the woman’s lips, she was delighted.  Perhaps she could rebuild her empire from the ground up, perhaps she might be lucky enough to invoke the spirits of her deceased family to watch over her and guide her steps into success

Evidently the woman came to a stop, her long slender legs with modest sized paws gently touching the sun warmed sands beneath her, her tail graciously curled around her paws.  Eyes of hazel glimmered briefly watching the world around her,  she would sit waiting.  She was patient, she was pose. 

She was a monarch after all, or rather she used to be. 

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It wasn't very often that Nas would meet a blind person, hell from where she was from anyone who didn't have sight were treated in high regard. So there was no doubt in her mind, she wouldn't do the same for Delilah.  It was cruel to not do such a thing, so the woman nodded almost in shocked to see a feline of such a color of fur.  Pink, how interesting.

" Delilah that's a lovely name. I wish to join my name is Nasrin."  the serval spoke for the first in what seem to be ages, a voice as soft as silk but still could hold some kind of edge like a well concealed weapon. After the woman took great pride in her structure sort of speak. 

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The woman nodded, that made sense. For she might get rejected and be sent somewhere else.  She saw no error in that regard. Still with her back straight as a rod, she would patiently await any further judgement.

"I understand the caution of letting a complete stranger into your home. Brings some kind of risks. I assure you that I am not a threat." she spoke confidently shuffling her paws to get more comfortable on the ground she was sitting on.

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