HEAVE A PAWL, O HEAVE AWAY || joining + dying/injury

[Sympathy]

bitch with a bite

MARGAUX ROUX — FEMALE — TYPHOON — BETTA — EASY

Margaux Roux was a women of many tastes; dashing men, handsome women, fine jewels and treasures; a natural born gal of the seas, she was- and remains. Everything before her current arrival on the outskirts of Typhoon is unimportant. The past is boring, she thinks, being the sort to rather move on and live in the present. Like now. The sleek rosetted Bengal had traveled quite a ways away to get where she was, perched on the rusted train tracks leading to a wreck of sorts. Humans were weird, crashing their stuff into something that wasn't another person's ship- or train- whatever. Regardless, she thought it a waste of a good invention, on top of other things regarding trains and their limitations. After a bit of sight-seeing, Margo moved on to stand at the foot of a large gate, one side lined with bells. Nearby sat a basket and a crudely made arrow and sign. Jewlery-clad earfins fluttering with excitement, she strode forward and peeked in, gaping at the mass of wiggling snakes and letting out a whistle. "Get a load 'o you buoys and gills. Water you lot guardin' anywho?" she hummed, peeking towards the inside of the gate with a smirk. It had to be good if these guys had a little army of snakes at the welcoming boat. Maybe they had a rare stash of rum? Or mountains of gold and glitters? Her fuchsia tinted glowing eyes flicked towards the bells. Biting her lip, she moved away from the mambas and to the bells. She reached out a jeweled paw and flicked it at one of them, letting a loud ringing echo through the otherwise quiet sea scented air. With a giggle, she flicked her paw again, and another loud ring-a-ling echoed through. With a crooked sharky grin, she set to work, ringing the bells as quick and as fast as her paws could manage. Margaux had ignored the growing hiss of warning from the basket in favor of her new activity. Only when she felt fangs pierce her flank bit she stop, taking a quick swipe at the mamba who backed off and slithered back into the basket. Instantly, she felt a headache blossom, her skin prickling with pins and needles. Yet another spectacular move by Ms. Fuck-Up. "Aw shit i'm gonna be fishfood..." she groaned, digging her claws into the dirt, earfins turned back and lying against her skull. What a way to kick off her joining.

I rolled a 2. oops?//

#psychosocial.