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Vale wrinkles her nose at the offensive stank of the Typhoon as she walks over, standing beside her brother. Her hazel eyes drift over the doberman-mix before the heavily injured woman comes over – and the pagan finds herself unimpressed. These animals were fearsome pirates? Their tiny leader’s eyes blazed with confidence, but those dragging back legs and tiny stature made for a pathetic sight. Now she knew why, even after living in the Ascendants for a while, she never heard of their enemies until today.
“We’re here on peaceful terms,” the jaguar said with a sniff, catching the scent of the satchel at the canine’s side. A medic came to greet them? The pirates clearly starved for actual combatants, she supposed, if they allowed their healers to stick out their necks when an enemy came knocking. “I’m Vale Aston,” she added, catching that her brother dignified them with giving his name. Thus far, she saw little reason to care about the pirates’ opinions on neutrality or warfare – clearly they lived in a damn sorry state right now, any threat they could leverage wasn’t an immediate concern.
“We’re here on peaceful terms,” the jaguar said with a sniff, catching the scent of the satchel at the canine’s side. A medic came to greet them? The pirates clearly starved for actual combatants, she supposed, if they allowed their healers to stick out their necks when an enemy came knocking. “I’m Vale Aston,” she added, catching that her brother dignified them with giving his name. Thus far, she saw little reason to care about the pirates’ opinions on neutrality or warfare – clearly they lived in a damn sorry state right now, any threat they could leverage wasn’t an immediate concern.
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METAMORPHOSIS
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