just a precursor - open; evening meal

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Although Aphra would never admit it to Sojourn, the jaguaress still had some ties to The Typhoon. Sure, she wanted Roxanne and Diya and the other members of the Roux family to suffer, but all-in-all, Aphra still felt some loyalty towards the home she was born in. It was only natural for her to feel that way, given The Typhoon was her birthplace, but perhaps one day she would learn to be more loyal to the group that allowed her to stay. Not to mention, her daughter Vayne was still apart of the sea-dwelling group and Aphra wanted her back.

Aphra tried to hide her displeasure at the fact that Sojourn had slaughtered a Typhooner, telling herself that the Coalition was her home now, not The Typhoon. The amount of blood that hunt in the air lured the pregnant jaguaress over, though not without the thought of, Damn. Glad I don't have to get that messy. She was all for violence and torture, sure, but getting blood on her fur? Not so much. Then again, she wasn't in her birth body at the moment; blood wouldn't stain her fur as badly, right?

"That's, uh. Quite the catch." Aphra commented, trying to swallow her thoughts of how she felt towards The Typhoon down.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]