DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING / return

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

For the most part things had been stressful here. Though hope still lingered in the air. She hoped that it remained as each day it seemed like the tyrants that had come continued to try and drive it put of them. Yet they persevered and they fought back against the odds. Those that were trapped they set free and boasted their morale to come up with new plans and new revolts. She was watching the snake witch, looking for weaknesses. One being her sight already since she had one eye, she had a bigger blind spot. It helped to understand their enemies but it was harder since they brought others who were no better than the common thief. They deserved their paws chopped off for stealing their prey and her muzzle curled, eyes narrowing on the thought. She held no mercy for those that could side with monsters that took their home away from them. But she knew in due time they would make their move and they would be successful.

It was with this notion that gave her life that she was out. Watching the territory, looking at movements that invaded their swamp. She hadn't known anyone from the past before she had ventured here to Tanglewood. So seeing a stranger only made her bristle with irritation now. Seeing someone in their lands and not waiting only made her think of the invaders, caution pressed to maximum. Her tail whipped through the air as she came forth from the depths of the swamp and trailed after them. Having grown used to the territory now and she called from behind the other with a snap to her voice. "Who is he and what right does he have to be here?" The tribalistic woman's face was hidden under her croc skull. Fiery eyes visible as the beads clanked in her sbaggy mane from slight movements.