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ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - Keeekeeey - 07-29-2018
Artemis sighed, her eyes stinging. Her brother...well, thankfully the flea bag was here with her, as evidenced by the warm glow from the fire nesteled in his left eye socket. The black, multieyed molly sighed at the sight of him. Whincing as her gaze traced the claw marks decoraring his tiger like pelt.
They had escaped. Or rather, ran away. Yes, ran away was the correct way to put it.
Sighing, the demon returned her gase to the marshy lands, unsure of what to do next.
They had flown from home, a nice place out in the desert, and now, where here. She couldnt remember much of what had happened. Maybe she would remember later, but the past wasnt important now. It was the future and present which nagged the feline like annoying nats. The very thought of them stung her eyes, obsuring her vision. For the firist time since she was a kit, the molly was frightful.
Sure, she had the dizzying, infurating curse of wanderlust that had embeded itself deep inside the two siblings, but she was much more...unwilling than her brother. Apollo took everything in his great,confadent and unfounded strides. A feat his shadowy sister could never fathom. Artemis often joked fear was not in his vocabulary, that he trusted to easily and didnt prepare. He ,in turn, had always shrugged, and agreed though a spark of the familar words 'and you do that too much!' Always Flickered in his eyes. But now...well save for the nicked ears and empty stomachs, the two hadnt changed.
Artemis tasted the air, now aware of her surrounds. Ah. A territory? She abruptly stopped, her pelt pickling and head still in the past.
Apollo paused besides her, ploping down qutie noisily and licking his paws. When his sister didnt call out, he did.
"Hello? We're looking to join. Or just for any food that can be spared."
Re: ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - VIGENERE CIPHER. - 07-30-2018
Re: ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - SOCKING - 07-30-2018
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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it wasn't everyday stocking took walks, but when she did, she always happened to find something interesting.
a quick trip to the border revealed two unfamiliar faces. stocking stalked forward, an icy gaze fixed upon the two. already before her was vignere, greeting the two into tanglewood.
"you're welcome to stay for sure, and food we do have. i'm sure someone can escort you to the camp. hell, i'd do it myself."
// sorry with this very lazy post!
a quick trip to the border revealed two unfamiliar faces. stocking stalked forward, an icy gaze fixed upon the two. already before her was vignere, greeting the two into tanglewood.
"you're welcome to stay for sure, and food we do have. i'm sure someone can escort you to the camp. hell, i'd do it myself."
// sorry with this very lazy post!
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Re: ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - Morgan - 07-30-2018
Morgan stepped forward, stopping at Vigenere's side after noting the gathering of several presences. "Like these two said, you are both free to join Tanglewood. This area is dangerous; many traps and gators can be found if you're not careful." He looked at each of the newcomers, then back at Stocking. "We can escort them together. We might as well since there's so many of us - we can make sure they're both safe."
He turned back toward the pair and said, "Follow us closely if you want to make it to town." He nuzzled Vigenere's ear and asked, "Would you mind taking the rear?" He winked before stepping toward Stocking. "You should watch the front. I'll stay at their sides." If anyone else were to show up to help, Morgan left one side of the party open with their current formation.
He turned back toward the pair and said, "Follow us closely if you want to make it to town." He nuzzled Vigenere's ear and asked, "Would you mind taking the rear?" He winked before stepping toward Stocking. "You should watch the front. I'll stay at their sides." If anyone else were to show up to help, Morgan left one side of the party open with their current formation.
Re: ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - Keeekeeey - 07-30-2018
Artemis flicked an ear. "Thank you for the concern, but we can handle the gators. " or at least, she could.
"What are gators?" Apollo asked, leaning in close to Artemis but she dismissed him with a flick of her tail.
"We'd love an escort thank you. May I ask, why do you have traps around the territory? Is it for the gators?"
"And what are Gators?" Apollo asked, his face brightening. Artemis rolled her eyes, getting to her paws.
Re: ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - — MALKYN. - 07-30-2018
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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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"Gators aren't the only thing waiting for something to come a little too close to the muddied edge." Malkyn's halfway submerged in the swamp's murky and disgusting waters, humming faintly to herself as she opens her mouth and soft, scratchy clicks providing vague imagery in front of her. She had kept quiet up until then, maybe hoping she could snatch one of them- or both- but seeing as they were now small domestics, she spoke up. Not enough to satisfy her, plus, she couldn't eat them now that the others knew about them. The hellhound would rather not be questioned on where the two siblings went.
The hound doesn't mind the gators, if she doesn't bother them, they don't bother her. She's bigger than some (most) of them, but doesn't feel like having a showdown with them, alligator skin and scales were difficult to get through, and she'd rather not be making a whole new gator down the road. Malkyn pulls herself from the mud and water, not bothering to shake off the excess stuff on her and instead just sitting back down at the water's edge, humming faintly. "Survival of the fittest." She murmurs a little, scratchy clicking falling from her muzzle as she 'looks' at the little formation in front of her, raising a brow.
"Why not let the gators pick them off if they manage- if they survive, better warriors for us." Mal shook her head a little, definitely in the hound/canine mindset of letting the weak be picked off. At Apollo's question about gators, her sightless gaze moves to him, tipping her head a little. "Large, short-legged reptiles that will eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if given the chance. Not that I wouldn't do the same thing."
The hound doesn't mind the gators, if she doesn't bother them, they don't bother her. She's bigger than some (most) of them, but doesn't feel like having a showdown with them, alligator skin and scales were difficult to get through, and she'd rather not be making a whole new gator down the road. Malkyn pulls herself from the mud and water, not bothering to shake off the excess stuff on her and instead just sitting back down at the water's edge, humming faintly. "Survival of the fittest." She murmurs a little, scratchy clicking falling from her muzzle as she 'looks' at the little formation in front of her, raising a brow.
"Why not let the gators pick them off if they manage- if they survive, better warriors for us." Mal shook her head a little, definitely in the hound/canine mindset of letting the weak be picked off. At Apollo's question about gators, her sightless gaze moves to him, tipping her head a little. "Large, short-legged reptiles that will eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if given the chance. Not that I wouldn't do the same thing."
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — TAGS
Re: ALL I SEE IS SKIES OF GREEN || O AND JOINING - TALIA P - 07-30-2018
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Wherever Malkyn is, Talia doesn't seem to be far behind, although it's more out of a need for comfort on Talia's part. Having Malkyn close gives her a feeling of safety, of security; they had moved away from their own home after a lifetime of being torn apart by consequence and circumstance, and she isn't keen on it happening again. There have been far too many times where life fucked them over, and she doesn't think she can take another loss. Especially not her, especially not Malkyn, especially not the one person who's been with her all her life through thick and thin. She's sure, at this point, that each beat of her heart stamps out the other hellhound's name across her chest like a prayer.
The white-furred hellhound makes her own approach, eyes wandering across the scenery to take into account everyone that's present. The bond between her and Malkyn is open; if her Alpha wants to see through her eyes, Talia would let her without question, but doesn't force an offer down the other's throat. She stands, instead, next to her mate, the side of her tail brushing against the other's lightly, comfortingly, but being careful to keep the barbed tip away. She takes a second to glance at Malkyn, lips curling into a wry smile at her words - something tender and affectionate trickles through the bond.
Her attention is drawn back to the newcomers, who seem unaware of the dangers that lie in the murky water of the swamp. "Gators can taste pretty good, if you can cut through the scales and chew past all the lean muscles," she points out with a huff. The expression on her face withers into an impish smirk - oh, they taste good alright, but definitely no more than others. When it comes to what satisfies her, big cats are always the go-to meal. Their hearts are tough but taste wonderful on the tongue. "They dance when they kill you, did you know? As soon as they have their fangs sinking into your flesh, they twist around in place and drag you under water."
The white-furred hellhound makes her own approach, eyes wandering across the scenery to take into account everyone that's present. The bond between her and Malkyn is open; if her Alpha wants to see through her eyes, Talia would let her without question, but doesn't force an offer down the other's throat. She stands, instead, next to her mate, the side of her tail brushing against the other's lightly, comfortingly, but being careful to keep the barbed tip away. She takes a second to glance at Malkyn, lips curling into a wry smile at her words - something tender and affectionate trickles through the bond.
Her attention is drawn back to the newcomers, who seem unaware of the dangers that lie in the murky water of the swamp. "Gators can taste pretty good, if you can cut through the scales and chew past all the lean muscles," she points out with a huff. The expression on her face withers into an impish smirk - oh, they taste good alright, but definitely no more than others. When it comes to what satisfies her, big cats are always the go-to meal. Their hearts are tough but taste wonderful on the tongue. "They dance when they kill you, did you know? As soon as they have their fangs sinking into your flesh, they twist around in place and drag you under water."
TALIA PENDRAGON — HELLHOUND COUNTERPART — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — [color=#ac9488]TAGS