to the edge [unknown visitor]

[Keona.]

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"Hé" The petite privateer rarely rose her voice above it's soft inflection, but this deep within the trees, she felt it necessary.  The spotted feline slipped through the undergrowth of the jungle with the smoothness of a snake, the tip of her tail twitching to and fro.  He smelled too much like the Pitt.  As such, a pair of pale, sea-green hues danced and flickered like a raging inferno.  Just because the Typhoon had an agreement with them didn't mean they could waltz in their jungle.

"You're trespassing on Typhoon lands."

✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.