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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
Surprised at the number of people that came to observe their little message, the tigress breathed out in a huff to collect her rambling thoughts as ja'Sunna replied to their insistent questions. She cast a grateful glance over to her younger sister, glad that she saved her some words; Quantum disliked small talk of almost all forms, and - even though the questions were intelligent and not as stupid as they could have been - she didn't feel in the mood to swap pleasantries and information.
Her large paw came back to her body, brushing off a bit of crusted blood splattered on her muzzle before it returned to the ground. The walk across the half-drowned railroad tracks helped remove most of the blood that usually hung on her fur, but pieces of it still clung to her fur. The dark red splots contrasted sharply with the rest of her black and white fur; though their concentration around her muzzle only seemed to draw further attention to her fangs and vermillion eyes.
Her tongue lapped at some of this crusted blood, more out of reflex than concious effort, as she eyed Lucifer. Her ears itched just looking at him; the three dragons' teeth in each ear attested to her power as a huntress, and she longed for a proper hunt. Beach life is quaint, lovely in its quietness, but the itch to sink her teeth into a worthy quarry's throat and feel the last of its life spasm away never quite left the back of her mind. She sighed again as her vermillion eyes turned to Pincher, her expression one of guarded calculation.
"You can live most of your life taking from others, but what happens when you need intelligent minds to back you up? You can't kidnap a Clan and force them to work for you," the tigress spoke, her tone almost whimsical. She liked the pirates and their ways of not giving a shit about anything except their own people; she could understand that, as her family opperated under similar principles. "Right now, The Typhoon doesn't have friends in case you guys get hit with another hurricane or need more fighters. Wouldn't it make more sense to have just one, strong ally? Especially one that is a stone's throw across the sea," she continued, her tail flicking behind her.
She paused, shortly, before she added, "We're a trading town, and you guys are isolated pirates looking to raid somewhere. You've got to get your intelligence from somewhere, and what better place to observe your targets than while they're relaxed and shopping?" Quantum didn't even bother to look at Jericho for confirmation; she knows he's blind and can't read her body language anyway to know if she doesn't seem to respect him. And she doesn't respect him, not with his constant stuttering that sets her ears screaming.
Her large paw came back to her body, brushing off a bit of crusted blood splattered on her muzzle before it returned to the ground. The walk across the half-drowned railroad tracks helped remove most of the blood that usually hung on her fur, but pieces of it still clung to her fur. The dark red splots contrasted sharply with the rest of her black and white fur; though their concentration around her muzzle only seemed to draw further attention to her fangs and vermillion eyes.
Her tongue lapped at some of this crusted blood, more out of reflex than concious effort, as she eyed Lucifer. Her ears itched just looking at him; the three dragons' teeth in each ear attested to her power as a huntress, and she longed for a proper hunt. Beach life is quaint, lovely in its quietness, but the itch to sink her teeth into a worthy quarry's throat and feel the last of its life spasm away never quite left the back of her mind. She sighed again as her vermillion eyes turned to Pincher, her expression one of guarded calculation.
"You can live most of your life taking from others, but what happens when you need intelligent minds to back you up? You can't kidnap a Clan and force them to work for you," the tigress spoke, her tone almost whimsical. She liked the pirates and their ways of not giving a shit about anything except their own people; she could understand that, as her family opperated under similar principles. "Right now, The Typhoon doesn't have friends in case you guys get hit with another hurricane or need more fighters. Wouldn't it make more sense to have just one, strong ally? Especially one that is a stone's throw across the sea," she continued, her tail flicking behind her.
She paused, shortly, before she added, "We're a trading town, and you guys are isolated pirates looking to raid somewhere. You've got to get your intelligence from somewhere, and what better place to observe your targets than while they're relaxed and shopping?" Quantum didn't even bother to look at Jericho for confirmation; she knows he's blind and can't read her body language anyway to know if she doesn't seem to respect him. And she doesn't respect him, not with his constant stuttering that sets her ears screaming.
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