Dried blood caked her muzzle and teeth, staining the albino's otherwise colorless fur. She hunted so often, for sport more than anything, that the warrior hardly bothered to clean herself proper anymore. She paused in her walk, her bone-pierced ears flicking as she turned her nose away from the nasty stench with a disgusted curl to her lips. If the group that lived her stank even half as vile as their scent marks, then she'd rather turn to leave now rather than torture her nose.

A growl resounded from deep within her throat as she raised a paw and slashed a puddle of mud beside her - the resulting splash slapped against the wood of the offending tree. Though that did little to dampen the scent, she found it better regardless. Though, she had to wonder, how the hell the Clan stayed so stinky when they were surrounded by water to clean the worst of the grime off.

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Her bone-decorated ears twitched as she heard her sisters approach, a smoke-filled huff escaping her maw as she agreed with them. Besides the stench of the inhabitants, she hated the mud-soaked quality of the place. It took more than enough effort to keep her paws dry without venturing any deeper into the marshland; she doubted waking up in all this filth would put her or her sisters in any state other than rage. "Definitely a wrong turn. The water here isn't even brackish," she grumbled in agreement with La'miyla and Ja'sunna. She turned away from the forests' scent-line with a huff, as if to expunge the scent's lingering particles from her nose.

"The inhabitants might choose to live in filth, but perhaps they'll know where the beach is -- still, if they don't show soon, let's take our own fucking chances. We'll be cleaning mud out of our piercings for goddamn hours anyway, might as well make visiting this shithole give us some entertianment," she stated, her vermillion eyes glancing to each of the tigresses for a second to feel for their reactions. Quantum heard rumors that a large dragon-like beast lived in the marshes here with rest of the redneck swampers; her claws itched to pop out at just the thought of such a challenge. Even if they didn't mean to end up here, the chance to possibly see a future quary made up for the lackluster journey.

The corners of her muzzle turned up in a smirk, her long fangs pointing out for a fraction of a moment. "Remember, there's supposidly a beast here," she added, a chilling tension on her voice that she knew conveyed the hunts' thrill to her sisters. Growing up together for three years had certain advantages; sometimes, she wondered if they could've ended up any closer.

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✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you

there were tigers. large, ferocious, powerful and beautiful. stocking admired them, to be honest. they looked so damn cool, and since her arrival into tackywood, she had never seen any tigers.

compared to them, she was but a small thing. yet she was not daunted. she stalked before them, paws squishing wetly into the soft earth beneath her. stocking's long mane had been pulled into a bun, dark cyan eyes peering at them from beneath her bangs.

in all honesty, stocking wondered if they'd act as fearsome as they looked, coated in blood and bones. but the first one to speak-- la'miyla, was kind and polite and eager. their names were a handful to remember though. not so difficult to pronounce that she'd absolutely butcher them, but stocking could safely say that uncommon names were never her strong suit. and given that there were for of them... it would have to take a little more effort for her to remember it.

"welcome to the tanglewoods then," stepping forward, the feline craned back her head to peer back at the far larger cats. "i'm sure our group would have no issue letting you stay. i have not had smoked gator before, but i'd like to try it. there's other creatures here as well."

despite it stank and it's unnatural persistant mud, the creatures that resided here were something of a beauty, honestly. stocking had a knack for weird creatures. alligators and mutated beasts were no exceptions.

"you also might wanna be careful around here. this marsh is nothing short of absolute nasty and i wouldn't be surprised if even one of us had malaria. sorry it isn't the beach you were looking for," another ginger pause before her gazes roamed over their decorated bodies. one of the tiger's mane is pulled back into a fashionable bun, pinned by a bone.
"not gonna lie, you look cool as all hell. mind telling me where you ladies came from?"

✯ — female. tanglewood. moderate difficulty. REF. BIO. — ✯

Her vermillion eyes cast away from her sisters as the redneck swampers finally came, setting her impatience on a backburner in her mind. She still felt entitled to a proper reception, but she supposed their family name wasn't known in these parts. And that, of course, was by her design - the farther they went away from their extended family, the less competition with them. Not to mention, she hardly wanted her older relatives looking down on her actions and snubbing their nose about how a proper matriarch should act. That she was, simultaneously, too bloodthirsty and not ruthless enough.

She looked down on the smaller felines, her dark tail lashing behind her as she wondered if the rumors of a beast were false. She wouldn't put it past the hillbillies to make up a rumor about a big beast to scare off would-be invadors; that rumor combined with the sorry state of the territory would probably ward off most conquerors. But the 'Hoes weren't conquerors - they were hunters. And little felines like these made poor prey. "Thank you for the welcome; like my sister said, I'm Quantum," she spoke, her blood-caked muzzle sprinkling dried red flakes onto the ground as broke up a few clotted streams with the movement. Raising the back of her right forepaw to her face, she rubbed against the itchy spot, causing more clumps to fall or simply embed themselves into the near-white fur of her paw. Flicking her wrist to discard the fragments, she added, "Smoked meats are my specialty. I'm assuming you rednecks have good house barbeque sauce?"

Her vermillion eyes cut to Arrow, though, as she noticed that the cat reluctant to come down, even as she answered the 'Hoes's vitriolic remarks with her own. This didn't impress Quantum in the slightest; if someone didn't have a backbone in the face of danger, then pretending to have one from the safety of a high branch meant nothing. "Primadonas, are we? Is that what you call women that know what they want, these days? It certainly doesn't sound any less condescending than when my male cousins would call me bossy," she playfully retorted with a grin and slight curl of her lip. As a female second in command for a family based primarily on strength, she heard plenty of remarks that came close to sexist, and she long since wore down her tolerance for dealing with them.

Turning to Stocking, the greyscale tigress tilted her head as she heard the warning - and instantly bristled slightly, at the thought of one of them getting sick. That would shot their travel plans in the foot, and they were already running late as it was. "I appreciate the warning. What's your name?" she spoke with genuine gratitude at first, though she instantly code shifted to a wary punch-like tone when she asked for the other female's name. Quantum made a point not to answer personal questions from people that wouldn't even give their identity.

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