SWEET NOTHINGS - open; joining lost creature

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DELDRACH

FEMALE — JAGLIONESS — STRIKER

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It was normal to see the surprise as he jolted up. But as he paused, giving her a strange look, then suddenly submitting himself before her? Deldrach felt.. disgust. She hadn't seen anyone bow before her in ages, and honestly, it sickened her. She didn't deserve to be bowed before. Her ears flattened, teeth gritting and her jowls lifting in a grimace. She shook her head quickly, her eyes- which, the mutation where she was born, denounced royalty- narrowing.

"Nay, do not bow before me. Stand up." Deldrach's tone may have made it sound like an order to the Hellhound, but that was simply how Deldrach spoke. "Don't worry about the trespassing part, as long as you aren't here to attack us. Who are you?" She questioned, her tail flicking slowly. This was.. a strange one, to say the least.

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#psychosocial.