I think I'll burn myself to the ground,
Pile up the ashes and walk the whole world 'round.

The young husky seemed to sway stupidly toward the border, bottle of whiskey held closely to his lips as he kissed it again and tilted up. Disappointment shined in in his bi-colored eyes as he shook the bottle. "Eah, Piss. Out of it again. Motherfucker." The husky went to throw it but stopped, lips peeled in a tired snarl. "Don't throw it, you dumb fucking drunk. No one wants an empty whiskey bottle on their front porch. ... Well, no one wants a drunken fuck like me on they're front porch so what good does that fucking do me, eh, father?" Still, he lowered the bottle and simply swayed on his paws, looking at the swamp. "Bloo'y fuck'in 'Ell, is it actually gettin' warmer? Or does this swamp still got snow? Fuckin' hell, winter, leave and let me sweat my fuckin' fur off." he groaned, then realized the heavy scent of a group.

"Mhhhfuck.. Well, I do need a good drink. And a place to commit to - that's what father always fuckin said. 'Find yourself a home and make yourself a commitment, secure the Khrest family and keep it going.' Then he fuckin dies on his bed and leaves me. Alone. Fucking-god-damnit." he swung the bottle against his head for a moment, then, for the slightest moment, sobers himself. "My name is Trevor Khrest, head of the Khrest family and in need of a place to drink, rest, and stay."

Well this was certainly... a sight. Slow footsteps drew the pregnant tiger over to where Trevor stood, a frown pulling at his muzzle. Arrow couldn't exactly get drunk anymore, so it had been a while since he had heard anybody drunkenly rambling along their border. Trying not to let too much obvious disapproval leak into his voice, Aurum muttered softly, "Er, hey there... Trevor, you said? Not sure you really need anything more to drink, at least not for the moment... we do have a tavern here in Tanglewood, though." The tavern was mainly used as a place for social events and games these days, but it wasn't as if the place was devoid of drinks. Especially since they needed drinks around for their death rituals, since having a toast to someone's life was considered a sign of respect.

With a heavy sigh leaving him, the tigress then sat down nearby, dipping his head before he spoke, "You are welcome to join us, though. My name is Aurum Kingmaker, and I'm the luminary of Tanglewood. Or the leader, if that's a bit... more simple, for you, at the moment." He wasn't actually trying to insult the other's intelligence, more his... level of soberness. He didn't exactly look like he was entirely in his right mind, and that was why it wasn't long before the archangel was questioning, "...Do you want an escort back to town? I can show you around our major landmarks, if you want." That is, if the other would even make it all around town without falling over.

Drunken stupor. It may seem strange to others, but Atbash found herself angry at the drunken state of their joiner. Maybe it was a self-defense sort of thing; the fact he was so intoxicated that he didn't seem to be able to stand straight unnerved Atbash and as such, she felt Trevor was untrustworthy. The savannah tried not to let that show, however, and came to stand next to Aurum, looking Trevor over as if she was looking for some sort of weapon. "Welcome to Tanglewood, I guess." She spoke, her tone flat. She didn't outright hate Trevor at the moment, per say, she just didn't trust the guy right now. Atbash felt bad about this, honestly, but she just couldn't shake the unease she felt off. "Name's Atbash Cipher."

I think I'll burn myself to the ground,
Pile up the ashes and walk the whole world 'round.

The sharp movement Trevor made when moving his cloak made Atbash tense up, her claws unsheathing in defense, as if she was expecting Trevor to lash out all of the sudden. When he didn't, though, she simply blinked and stared at him, clearly surprised by it. Well... If he was going to hurt someone, he certainly would by now, right?

"This is your sober?" Atbash echoed, a snort escaping her. If he thought he was sober, that was a slightly terrifying thought, at least to the savannah.