Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
She had come here looking for Jah.
Her only real friend if you could call her that—she was the only other female that Deathwish could tolerate. Word on the wind was that she had followed the wolfshifter to Ischia, and so much had happened since the last time they'd been together—that she found she had to have someone to talk to.
The things that she had allowed to happen to her. The way she spent her nights. The way she walked side to side. The faint hint of blood and sex that clung to her—and stained her—was obvious...and DW hated the way she felt like she looked like a Jezebel. She clamped her tail close to her rear as she made the swim—the saltwater was murder on her open, seeping wound. She cussed, and it put her in a right foul mood when she finally shook out her lavendar grey pelt.
To what was very obviously a welcoming party. Or another raid. Deathwish grinned inwardly, as she saw others that looked like her... A green and purple lady (one who looked much like a stallion that was on her mind, in her body, and constantly aggravating her), a purple winged horse—fuck what Deathwish wouldn't have given for wings when she'd crossed the channel to this god-forsaken Island. It had been much easier last time. Hadn't it?
So there were more of them... family. And she termed that loosely. They were no family. They were just bound by the fact that they all looked alike.. It was telling. With a dark grimace on her face, she heads towards the one that reminds her of Maugrim, and with a quietly cool look of disdain, she addressed the one who looked like she was in charge. The one with the foul mouth.
She liked her already.
"If I had known this was a family reunion, I would have come months ago. I wish they would have rolled out the flower carpet. Life would have have been so much easier then." Deathwish licked her lips, giving side eyes to the others. She didn't know who they were. But her instant dislike for what must be the son of Kirin, and the way that the angel defended him, set like acid in her mouth...
It was almost enough to give her indigestion.
"I did not know that great-grandfather had enough virility left in his sack to produce a near perfect clone. Are you a wind-bag too?"
She turned back to the foul mouthed green girl, and smiled with silver eyes, even though her resting bitch face remained as serene as ever. "My name is Deathwish. I'm not here to tear apart your pretty little home. This time." She looked around at the foliage... the urge to kill something was evident in the way she shifted in the sand agitatedly. But that is not why she was here.
"I'm looking for Jah-Lilah. Is she around?"
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