Niamh Boone
Form; Warg
Location; Ship/Kingdom
Tags; Faylee
Niamh's dark grey fur rustled in the slight breeze that sifted through the Market stalls. Her pale, peppermint green eyes scanned the crowds, and she stretched one paw out. Her limbs were tired from walking, but she knew she couldn't stop. She had to find her brother before he did anything drastic. So she stepped forwards, and faces turned towards her. A few shouts and yelps rang out before Niamh, as the people got a grip on what they were seeing. A dark, slate grey wolf, as big as one of the stalls, with pale green eyes as sharp and intellectual as the rest of them. Which wasn't that much really, but they had no idea what secrets the green eyes hid. Claws and teeth as sharp as pirate's cutlasses and a tail that brushed side to side as she walked. A path opened up for her, as the people hurried to get out of Niamh's way. The she-warg walked forwards without any trouble, along the cobblestones, until she was out of the Market. And there she was. The Captain of the Storm Sparrow. Niamh needed to get onto one of the pirate's ships, so she could travel to - hopefully - where her brother was hiding. Niamh padded up to the woman, the sea air filling her nostrils with the smell of seaweed and rotting wood. She liked it. The shadows of the houses were no longer blocking the sun out, and it shone onto her grey fur.
