07-16-2018, 10:56 AM
Unlike Rochelle, the promise of a Raid put a little bit of vigor back in Solveig. Her life she had to admit of late had been slow, casual. She did her work, Rosemary avoided her like she had the plague, she took care of her snake egg; rinse, repeat. Sometimes she crafted, or helped miss Goldie with the Envoy tasks, but she was itching to do something more. She had a feeling a few other members of the Typhoon would rightly agree.
At Pincher's call, she was quick to be summoned, her breathing still as her paws quietly moved towards Pincher and the bag of dust that was waiting. Thankfully for her, she already had some brown-toned features of her face, and the whiteness of the rest of her fur would be easy to smudge up in dirt. And frankly, this is the only time that she would allow it. "Count me in, Captain Pincher. We can use the supplies," Frankly, she had no quarrels about taking from someone else. It was a Dog-Eat-Dog world, one that she had grown up deep in the heart of. You lived, or you died. It was as simple as that. And Solveig, and the Typhoon, would live.
Stepping into the dust after Rochelle, her ears flicked at the words. "Only attend if it is something you wish to do, miss Rochelle. Otherwise, you may simply be a liability. I would not have anyone getting hurt, nor being a part of this if they didn't truly want it," she would answer; though perhaps a little blunt, she nodded softly to the woman as she stepped back, now an odd jumble of earth tones and reeking of it too.
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Stepping into the dust after Rochelle, her ears flicked at the words. "Only attend if it is something you wish to do, miss Rochelle. Otherwise, you may simply be a liability. I would not have anyone getting hurt, nor being a part of this if they didn't truly want it," she would answer; though perhaps a little blunt, she nodded softly to the woman as she stepped back, now an odd jumble of earth tones and reeking of it too.
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HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH
HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH