04-28-2019, 02:53 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]Politics were so grueling when they involved anything but aggression. Who gives a fuck if they are anything but close friends or mortal enemies? She sure as Hell didn't...most of the time anyway. There were times she was forced to care, or at least pretend to, such as right now. The scent of the Rosebloods didn't really give her a welcoming or hostile feeling, simply neutral, because that is what Jiyu had offered out of them. A neutrality. Whatever; didn't mean they couldn't fuck with them either way. They just had no reason to for right now.
The tiger approaches quietly, her head held high with a casual smile upon her features. It's kind of funny. Rosebloods and the Typhoon's relationships have been more complicated than any of their others. From close allies to being on the verge of enemies, until they finally did battle as enemies, and now they are neutrals again, their leader seemingly very friendly towards them, too. "The fuck's up?" she questions in a light-hearted manner, looking over the dragon.
The tiger approaches quietly, her head held high with a casual smile upon her features. It's kind of funny. Rosebloods and the Typhoon's relationships have been more complicated than any of their others. From close allies to being on the verge of enemies, until they finally did battle as enemies, and now they are neutrals again, their leader seemingly very friendly towards them, too. "The fuck's up?" she questions in a light-hearted manner, looking over the dragon.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.