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[ANIMA B.]

[COLOR=#FF6666]TAKE WHAT YOU NEED FROM THE DEAD

A dragon and a normal looking feline. She gives a short appreciative hum towards the dragon - there's something magnificent about them, isn't there? Rulers of the sky and creatures of myth and legend. Hell, she's slain a good few of them in her time and worn their skins as a elaborate corpse dress, or armour. Unfortunately, death is not kind to those who die, even one such as Anima, and death does not allow you to keep your belongings. How convenient that she would never die again?

"Haerii Blair Alae Anima, although Annie'll do. I heard you guys had a tavern and if you do, I want a drink there. Or several." It sounded petty really, travelling all this way to sit in a tavern. But it had been years and she did miss the atmosphere and the social aspect of it, the tales and the singing and dancing on the tables when she drank a little too much. "You're pirates, can't see you turning down someone who's buying? Oh, and if you have any monster trouble, I'm here to put my name forward as a very efficient exterminator."

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