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MALUS
MALUS
It was a marvel, at least to her it was. She had not expected anyone actually wanting to come back with her. Especially not from a group that she had yet to make any headway with. But here she was after a smooth invitation to come and witness her home. A part of her was curious as to why the other woman had said yes at all. After all there were and would always be the reminders of what the Coalition had done. The news, the rumors, stories being told far and wide. But perhaps some would be impressed. She wasn't though and she never would be. She wanted more. Craved the attention of the eyes on her. There was always a thirst to bring her enemies to their knees and well, so far they were doing just that and now she was waiting for a response. Building up the Condemned. Starting here.
But she had no plans on asking for aid now. A new friendship didn't start with being used so quickly. The Coalition could stand on their own when they needed to and she was sure that someone would try and fight. Still the boat crest the waves as they came upon the shore of the many broke islands. A home and once docked she gave a coy smile, lifting her head up to take in the cold air. "Well, this is it and there is much to see. Come, come, I'll show you." The lioness purred smoothly before she allowed her form to walk down the ramp and onto the wooden deck and then forward toward home. The beach still held the funeral pyre of her mother. Broken and ash filled but she never looked at it.
But she had no plans on asking for aid now. A new friendship didn't start with being used so quickly. The Coalition could stand on their own when they needed to and she was sure that someone would try and fight. Still the boat crest the waves as they came upon the shore of the many broke islands. A home and once docked she gave a coy smile, lifting her head up to take in the cold air. "Well, this is it and there is much to see. Come, come, I'll show you." The lioness purred smoothly before she allowed her form to walk down the ramp and onto the wooden deck and then forward toward home. The beach still held the funeral pyre of her mother. Broken and ash filled but she never looked at it.
[b]KINGPIN — COALITION — 3.5 YEARS
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