05-05-2021, 08:54 PM
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Had Arrow ever actually been to the Typhoon? She didn’t think so, she’d interacted with the pirates on occasion when they came over to the swampland, and she’d been around long enough to watch the building of their oldest alliance. Which made her feel old as shit by the way, but that wasn’t the point. This wouldn’t be some ambassador trip, and even the idea of crawling to another group for help brought bile to her throat. Or maybe that’s just what her pride tasted like. But there was no choice now, Tanglewood needed serious help, and she could only think of one reliable group to maybe help them, offer supplies in such a daunting time. Taking the trek when in such a dehydrated, malnourished state was risky in itself, and she was no god or powerful spirit that could make it with a bit of a pain. She’d come back from the dead once, but maybe once was all that was allowed, and she had a family she had to see to.
The sun felt less harsh by the beach, and almost immediately after reaching the water, Arrow flopped down over the end of the railroad by the gate, shoving her face in the salty water to cool off. And it certainly felt wonderful, weird compared to the stagnant fresh water of home but that water was on death’s door as well. It took the cheetah a few moments to recover, spitting out salty water and sitting up straight enough to swing a paw at the bell above, announcing their arrival with a loud metallic ring. The snakes, nestled in their little bucket beneath everyone’s paws writhed and hissed in warning, to which Arrow promptly, without any self-preservation or a fuck to give, hissed loudly back. Y'know, against the multiple dangerously venomous mambas.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]The sun felt less harsh by the beach, and almost immediately after reaching the water, Arrow flopped down over the end of the railroad by the gate, shoving her face in the salty water to cool off. And it certainly felt wonderful, weird compared to the stagnant fresh water of home but that water was on death’s door as well. It took the cheetah a few moments to recover, spitting out salty water and sitting up straight enough to swing a paw at the bell above, announcing their arrival with a loud metallic ring. The snakes, nestled in their little bucket beneath everyone’s paws writhed and hissed in warning, to which Arrow promptly, without any self-preservation or a fuck to give, hissed loudly back. Y'know, against the multiple dangerously venomous mambas.