Bane washes up on the shore of yet another island. She’d never really had that much exploration in her… not until now. Not until this moment, in which she was seized by this great need to get out and to get… to get wandering with. She liked that. She liked this now. Bane was a brilliant creature that moved with the grace and charm of… something graceless and charmless. That was the best part of this all. Bane has something different in her step—piss and vinegar. That’s the way things go. That’s the way things will always be, especially from the line of the southern greats. Times may have changed, but she hadn’t. Not yet.

A green eyed menace that moved with all sorts of flashy brilliance over the ground—she moves like a male. She carries herself like a male. The way that she holds herself together and moves on the most… most absolute heat and light. That’s all. She’s a creature that’s foraged from heat and light explicitly. Nothing else. Nothing else runs in her system. She’s got a strangeness, and she’s got… who knows. Who knows what Bane has for real, but the green eyed creature simply seizes what’s out before her. Reach out. Touch it. Dare it to come closer. That would be funny.

She feels strange, cutting through the cold air with her bright eyes searching through the world around. That’s weird. Everything is weird, strange and quiet. Bane is close to moving on, but she stops, scenting the air briefly. What on earth was going on here? A herd, yes, but where were they? Where were they all? She doesn’t know the place that she’s found, this Inlet. That’s fair enough. Her gaze is brilliant, green and… green. Still, summery, with a chill around her shoulders.