[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Heavy. It was the only thing she felt upon the announcement. The knowledge of the raid about to commence was a hard pill to swallow for Rochelle. She was familiar with the tradition. As her time as leader in the faraway Styxys, she’d never ordered a raid. Instead, she designated those affairs to the assistant deputies, having a similar setup that the Typhoon had. There was Siren in charge of Warfare, Dagne in charge of politics and social affairs, and Rosasil in charge of medicine. They were all well and good, accomplished members of the group ... but they lived cowering in the shadows of bloodlust and disrespect for their leader. Their disloyalty to her wouldn’t have bothered her as much if it wasn’t because they resented the religion she followed ... but the lines had been drawn between the four of them quickly. Rochelle felt she had to submit to the wants of her group, to eagerly allow the murder and pillaging of innocent people. It made her feel sick.
In the Typhoon though, she didn’t feel this way. There was some sort of liberation, even if she still did feel the sting of the past’s mistakes. But, looking up at Pincher, she knew she could make a decision. She didn’t have to go to the raid, or she could go, just as someone on standby. If someone got hurt badly that they couldn’t find one of the Soothsayers themselves, Rochelle would be there to get them to the healers efficiently enough. ”If Rosemary, Solveig, Jacob, or anyone needs my help, I’ll be there.” Rochelle murmur loud enough to be heard, then she just gave the Captain a short nod, amber eyes shutting briefly for a moment before approaching the coal dust. The dark brown wolf didn’t need much of it, so she took a brief dip in the ashy pool, getting it buffered into her fur. It masked her scent better than it covered her up, which was a plus.
In the Typhoon though, she didn’t feel this way. There was some sort of liberation, even if she still did feel the sting of the past’s mistakes. But, looking up at Pincher, she knew she could make a decision. She didn’t have to go to the raid, or she could go, just as someone on standby. If someone got hurt badly that they couldn’t find one of the Soothsayers themselves, Rochelle would be there to get them to the healers efficiently enough. ”If Rosemary, Solveig, Jacob, or anyone needs my help, I’ll be there.” Rochelle murmur loud enough to be heard, then she just gave the Captain a short nod, amber eyes shutting briefly for a moment before approaching the coal dust. The dark brown wolf didn’t need much of it, so she took a brief dip in the ashy pool, getting it buffered into her fur. It masked her scent better than it covered her up, which was a plus.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags