Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24619910-20140601163247/@comment-3468598-20140604071530

Jacqueline Hook, (or was that Captain Jacqueline Hook now?) was packed and waiting for the Jolly Roger. It would fly in from Neverland on pilfered pixie dust and her story would begin. At the moment she was sipping English Breakfast and taking the time to enjoy that she had two hands. She didn't know how much longer that would last.

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Vilda was still asleep, snoring and snorting, she didn't really care about the whole thing. She'd been ready for this for a long time. The kingdom awaited though. Vilda rolled out of bed, great hoofed feet hitting the floor, and she trundled out of bed toward to the mirror. She gave the mirror a snarl and it cracked. She was a beast after all and by this point quite the impressive one. 6'5 now? The horns were bigger too, with the exception of her bright eyes her face was covered in short shaggy fur, her tail dragged along the ground, the fangs protruded over her upper lip, almost tusks now. Yup, a face only a mother could love, her mother. And what ever poor deluded prince may come. She grinned revealling a mouth full of pointed teeth.

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The tea was finished. Jacqueline looked up to survey the crowd of other students. More nervous then excited. She was nervous too of course, terrified, but she refused to show it. Her mouth set in scowl of dissapointment. Pirate's did not show fear, not in the face of potentential death or mutilation. Certainly not in the face of something as malleable as Destiny. Jacqueline stood up, leaving her mug on the table and paced. Movement always helped, she'd prefer a sword fight but this would do. __________

The first person she bumped into Vilda had every intention of scaring the daylights out of. He new fearsome form didn't allow for shoes, so she clopped along the halls with to much spring in her step for a beast. Looking for someone to test the new face on. Destiny, what a thing.