Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171006175229

(S9/Hound/Tirush) Tirush sighs. As the mansion group chats among themselves, the prospects of dinner get pushed even further back. She glowers for a moment, then suddenly steps behind Regina and wraps her arms around her in a quick hug.

"I am going to leave to place my mark in this Hunt. I shall return." She nuzzles Regina's nape before stalking away.

"Oh! Okay, be back soon," Regina calls after her.

Tirush simply follows the crowd, getting more than a handful of stares. Her muscles stand out against her smooth olive skin, seeming to coil all the more from the deep shadows they cast against each other in the wavering torchlight. Even now her scales smoulder like golden bronze embers, catching the fading dusk. Her eyes blaze in the smoky recesses of her permanent warpaint, glancing at people as the step away from her. She mumbles apologies as she pushes by.

The few small totems in her hair rattle softly against her horns as she stops at the end of the line. She cranes her neck, looking around to the front of the line. Several have been staring at her, and now they all warily turn back around to the front. One of them in the middle steps out of the line and quickly walks away.

Tirush settles, folding her arms, flipping her folded wings out sideways, her forearms propoing up her ample bust. She sticks out her lower lip and sighs, causing one of her bangs to wiggle. Her tail swishes up and down, her taloned toes drumming the ground.

"Saár oönik," she grumbles.