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his maw split into a toothy grin, the beast that was him momentarily shattered by the mundane action, the laughter. her maw pulled into wry grin, gaze sparking at the mirth he emanated. when he spoke, understanding came; for surely he had been called, likened to things before; his presence demanded it. but, unlikely, had it ever been to some deity like the one called Sithis. his question had her shift, moving to sit lightly upon her haunches, feeling that no threat came from the male, nor that she ought to present one. sure, it was evident that should a threat be integrated, it would be quick to come, but that was not her plan. 

"While formidable, their worship and religion I could not conform to. When their leadership came to clash, I chose, in hindsight, the wrong side.  Balckfeather, they were called; when I left, they were led newly by an assassin, Nemesis." a shortened, clipped version of what had come to pass. "And now, after a series of rather unfortunate events, I find myself here. Nobody, with no allegiance." She had been Tyro, once. And then Warlord, next Gamma, and then she had been alone. And finally, shortly after the absence of titles came the absence of all those she had known. And she had been left with the moral that to chose less than power, to change, to thaw, led to this; led to being nobody, queen of nothing.