GRAVEYARD WHISTLING | return, open

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CAN THE KILLER IN ME
(tame the fire in you)

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"A fearless one, huh? Sounds like you an' I will get along jus' fine," Vandal barks back with a short laugh, the sound deep and rumbling in the base of her throat. It's good to hear that more and more of the courageous are beginning to fill their ranks - maybe, just maybe, she'll find her perfect niche in such a mismatched clan. Creatures from all walks of life seem to have flocked to the Typhoon, from the soft-spoken to the debonair. Maybe, just maybe, this Beatrice is just like her.

"Well then, I trust y'still know your way 'round the territory then?" Her head cocks to the side, inquisitive and curious. For a second, the silence lingers, before being followed by another scrawled smirk dancing on the tip of her muzzle. "Tha's about it, innit? Small talk is for schmucks, anyway. Charmed to meetcha, Beatrice, I hope you get settled jus' fine and enjoy your return to the Typhoon, all that formal shit. Jus' call my name if you need me. Vandal Roux. Don't you dare forget it."

Her grin widens, eases into her cheeks, and she sends the newcomer (rejoiner?) off with a wink before grabbing her basket and flying away.

; o wow my muse died, go figure

VANDAL ROUX — THE TROUBLEMAKER — TYPHOON STRIKER — [color=#c6b6b8]TAGS

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