this ship hasn't wrecked yet [joining

[deimos]

The question that hit Deldrach's mind, had she heard the stories herself, would've been- What if it wasn't like the stories? Her mismatched eyes were narrowed gently, larger paws dragging against the ground lazily as she walked. The clink of her harness and sword touching her side announced her presence, considering she was wearing it loosely right at the moment. Her image presented something far off from a pirate- more like knight in no armor or gladiator, but neither she used to describe herself.

She used to be a queen. She used to rule. She fell from that throne not too long ago, not long after her child was murdered. Was she in a foreign land? No, she wasn't. Wherever her paws stepped, the former queen held some part of it to herself. The ground she stood on was hers, yet the area belonged to the Typhoon. So was she, technically, ever far from home?

No.

[color=#A90000]"It is my hope you haven't been waiting long." The words rumbled from the tawny pelted jaglioness, her silver and gold eyes watching the character who lay before the gates. Her ears twitched, and she sat herself, the grizzled jaglioness completely comfortable and unthreatened. Not like it quite mattered, anywho. "Who are you, and why are you here?" She was.. kind of bored with that statement. Next time she would have to spice it up a litt.e

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