HYPNOTIC // joining

[rakue]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]♛ // To walk in a body of bone and sinew. What a fascinating sensation. The pull of muscle, the shifting of fur, the never-ending churn of organs hidden from view. They were alive. No longer a spiritual entity, no longer with a purpose - an immortal in a mortal casing of flesh and blood, corrupted from their intent of creation. They had once been a reaper. Tasked with guiding the dead to the afterlife, to collect wandering spirits clinging to the remnants of the mortal world. But corruption stained an inkless canvas, painted dark intentions over a once clean sheet. Demons, ifrit, and the Devil themself that sat in the recesses of Hell to spread ill intentions onto the reapers delivering them souls.

Once, they had been Eridanus. Nameless, genderless, faceless, nicknamed among the other reapers after one of the great constellations. But that wasn't quite as fun as a "mortal", now was it?

They were no longer Eridanus. No longer the reaper of pure intentions. 'They' were now 'she', a bone coloured lioness with eyes of molten gold. Flesh, blood, bone, muscle, mortality. Her name was now Mira, stolen from the mind if a spitfire domestic feline she had met shortly after her awakening in the mortal world. Mirabelle, the cat's name had been. Oh, her temper had not held her tongue well enough, and she had signed herself to the once-named Eridanus. She smiled coyly as a small cinquefoil flower bloomed on the crest of her neck. The two of flesh had parted ways, but the flower remained on Mira's neck even now as she found herself on the edge of the Typhoon's territory. Broad paws parted sand easily, relishing the feeling of sand between her toes as she moved evenly. Silver chains shifted uneasily against her slicked fur, bangles clicking against each other with each even step. Humid air filtered easily into her lungs, sundrop eyes flicking across the tropical island. Exotic, wasn't it? With her chains, bangles, and piercings, it almost made her look like a native of the island. But those Mira was about to encounter were not the natives, but the locals. It would be intriguing to see what they had to offer her. What would make them worth her time, and alternatively, what would make her worth their resources. Mortals were obsessive over their trade and barter system.

"I'm here to join," the lioness announced suddenly, disregarding the possibility of nobody being present. The reputation these "pirates" had, surely she had not gone unnoticed for too long wandering the sands of the edge of their island.

/wh eeze it's 3am im sORry for the quality of this c':