Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

mireille had miscalculated. yet the wolves of sapphique rushed forth, and she felt such a searing sense of pride that almost it hurt.
a man was shouting, encircling chani. their leader flashed toward the young, and mireille felt at last a cold terror grapple her.
if they fought, it would not only be she who died.
"wait!" she cried, struggling angrily as nausea welled and she doubled, hunched from the horrid kick.
"stop!" mireille shouted again, this time her tones gathering strength.
her eyes met those of the man who threatened. mireille had little choice. her own life, even those of her unborn; she would have traded everything to be free.
but seeing the clutch of teeth over others; she pictured the ravaged beach stained with blood and bear tracks, and a huge hatred took hold of her.
"spare dem. and spare de pillagin'," she growled in knowing at the pirate. "myself, for sapphique."
fuck your men! shadess had shouted. she deserved to be free, and her mother meant to see to it.