Ravensblood Forest been waiting all this time

so this was that grimy boatswain’s captain. sobeille’s apprising gaze swept over every aspect of him; the oily sheen of his fur, the dark umber in his molten gaze. his thin-legged posture had an arachnid quality to it and she wondered, abstractedly, how easy it’d be to subdue him.

i ‘appen to know dis — she shoved tousaint forward, lip curled in disdain that even he would be hard pressed to read the legitimacy of. is one of de rats dat escaped when you raided. the tip of tousaint’s broken tail caught her eye, but she turned back to the sea-lord.

a gift, from your neighbor. in that moment, her gaze glittered — envisioning her den gleaming with strands of unstrung intestines.