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Oh, this woman was fucking miserable—a freak Darcella's father would have loved.
Food for those who contribute oh fucking wooo, good fucking fuck, did she look like a wolf built to contribute? Darcella didn't carry herself as some serving serf or blubbering commoner and yet... here she was, being spoken to in a way that might as well have been a situation of propositioning herself to be sold off like a prized hunk of deer's meat to another freak shacking up in the tit-tips of a mountain like this bi—
Darcella shook her head, sighing out as hunger rippled along and through her stomach, guts, hammering at her brain in a pitiful plea for nutrition she wanted to ignore just to spite anyone. ...To watch your language. "It's just flavor," she said, laughing despite the irritation she was wise enough to keep tamped down for the sake of civility. Darcella didn't spend her life playing a part in her father's political image only to lose the quirk when it would mean she might get to eat without grubbying up her paws and pissing herself off. Another flick of her ear, she shook out her fur. "I wish I was you," she breathed, a blip of authenticity as she remembered the chunk of fur one of those long-nosed freaks had stolen from her hip, and then she was swallowing and settling herself in a manner one would call respectable and Darcella would call playing it up. If it wasn't shown in her body (it was, it wasn't her fault others could be stupid) then it could be with her mind; she did come from a place of power, it mean leisure and leisure meant learning until she was old enough to fuck off without punishment.
She never did stay with one area of interest long; herbs, dissection, fighting. None intrigued her now, either, but it would only take some bullshitting to make it look like she really, really loved one of them. Darcella exhaled, raised her head with that of an air only one from nobility could hold with no sense of awareness, and allowed her voice to gently recede from the harshness it carried usually in favor of softening it, deepening it. Mimicking that of a wolf who was proud of what they were about to say; someone with purpose. Ha! "Before... here, I was a medic among my people, and began working in the research of herbs not long before this departure of mine," she said, not entirely a lie. "Ever have achy joints? Hate infection? Want to make sure any old folks stay strong? Young to stay in tip-top shape or tend their ails? That's what I'm meant to assist with... though I'm not one to shy away from using my teeth when need be."
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