WHEN THEY COME TO HANG YOU [...] deldrach

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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But breaking into her room, touching the sabre she wore at her side.. Deldrach felt the extra presence in her room, the slight whisper of a breath, fur shifting against eachother, too careful of an air in the room. She was awake, her eyes snapping open like a dragon when someone touches it's hoard. Her nose twitched, before suddenly the jaglioness was a flurry of motion. Her back had been facing Vandal when she crept in, but suddenly, Deldrach was nose to nose with Vandal, both eyes narrowed in anger, staring her down.

Her cool facade was broken.

"Put the sabre down, then lay down and answer questions. We can make this easy, Vandal, or you can bring this to your demise quickly." Deldrach's voice was.. strange. It had the same cold tone, but it wasn't pomp or like the snobs. It was cool and utter power layered in, like a queen standing at the head of a Pride. In the glinting moonlight, her claws dug into the wood of the treehouse.

#psychosocial.