BURNING THROUGH THE BLOODLINES | INTRODUCTION

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I'LL TELL YOU MY SINS AND YOU CAN SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE !
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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:50%;font-family:georgia;font-size:11px"]Sylvina enjoyed being in the prescense of the vast wildlife that the island provided residence for. The Typhoon truly resides in a paradise plentiful for mother nature, the list of species perfectly sustained within the tropic environment. The captain’s daughter would bring it upon herself  one day to tally up a list of all the different animals she had the oppurtunity of catching glimpses — or long, drawn out stares — of. There was a lot of aquatic life (including the sand crabs she was so fond of) as well as a few breeds of monkeys within the trees closer inland. Her favorites to see were the reptiles ranging from vibrant colored geckos to rather intimidating snakes. It was a Roux thing.

What she had yet to see, however, was a Black Mamba.

And it appeared this was her lucky day. Upon locking eyes with the ebony creature, Sylvina would absentmindly drop her jaw and quickly rush over to her gathered siblings and crewmates. ”Damn.” It was all she could begin to muster in her moment of awe. Ironically the word also happened to be the minnow’s first “swear word.” ”Where’d you find that bad boy, Cleo?”