Voodoo The Dreamsnare Battleheart
Voodoo lifted her head grugingly, the glow of her Dreamsnare markings casting an eerie light upon the hollowed caverns. She scented the dank caves with aggitation welling in her chest and a feral snarl rising up her armored throat from the irritating noise of dripping water far off. In a rough human voice she snarled, "What a blasted place Tyr has sent me. That blasted temple gyrraptor is probally laughing his feathers off with Gin at me for falling for this." Mimics his voice in childish anger, "Voodoo I heard Faint talking of a disturbance in the Craiss Caverns. I believe, you being a great fighter, should go and examine it!" Voodoo's hooked claws rake across the worn stone floor in her exert of fury. "Blasted males," she growls with malice dripping off her every word, "Tyr is going to get it when I get out of here... IF I get out of here." Her bright eyes flick along the dark pathways forlornly and she curses under her breath... lost.
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