Dakini stood at the prow of her ship watching the evening sun set. Her confident gaze roved over the golden horizon, her crimson hues fervently moving back and forth between the peach and periwinkle strokes of the sky. She was putting a lot of mental processing into something, that much was certain. Her frantic eyes betrayed her many musings. With knuckles pressed firmly against hips and feet set shoulder width apart, Dakini scoffed at the lofty, dark clouds above. The woman was looking at everything that would be hers. No matter the horizon, Dakini would own the world. "It is time~" She whispered softly to the perplexed looks of her nearby attendants. A deep breath of briny air would fill her lungs and puff her prominent chest out. The salty scent of the ocean intermingled with her own as she swished her nine tails behind her feverishly. "Amon-dono~ It is time to take the war to the government." She says once more, turning her head to peer over her shoulder at the massive man. One of her foxy ears laid flat against her skull as she spoke. "Do you not think so? I believe we should begin taking steps towards our rule~"
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