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ROSEPAW DARLING ✧ tanglewood — rookie — tags

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At the rustle of someone approaching, Rosie let out a sigh of relief. Finally, signs of life. She loved Pandora, she really did, but damn, could a girl go crazy without someone to actually talk to. It wasn't like Pandora was very talkative, after all; the tiny little spirit pretty much only communicated through movement and titters. The dainty wolf looked up and eyed up the stranger slowly, the hint of a coy smile emerging as she immediately dropped into flirtation. That was her default, really: she had a wicked tongue, but that was only in anger or annoyance. Normally, the princess was ready to hit on anyone with a pulse.

With... well, interestingly, this guy was lacking one. Was that enough to slow Rosie down? Not really. His injuries were a bit morbid, but hey -- one could consider his vibes as "rugged". "Well, hello there," she drawled in delight, but any flirty intentions seemed to vanish the second this monster flicked mud at her. "Ew," she shrieked, lurching back a step and leveling a glare at him. "Were you raised in a barn? My fur is white. Do you know how hard it is to look this good all the time?"

Rosie huffed, and shook the mud off her paws in his direction. Pandora fluttered frantically behind her, tittering in the direction of this foreign ghost, but Rosie simply shook her head in disdain. "I know, Pandora. Rude." At the mention of lame joiners, Rosie tilted her chin up and gave him a narrow look. "Look, I don't know what Tanglewood is, but you better not be calling me lame. Your little gator threat doesn't scary me, either, snaggle-tooth. I'm a fucking gift, and I'm not going to stick around and be called lame, got it? Now get out of my way so I can get out of this damned mud and find some decent strangers to talk to. Or, you can tell me who you and why the hell I should join this "Tanglewood" if everyone there is so lame." There was the haughty diva that she was when insulted; Rosie was the shit, and she damn well knew it. No one could ever claim the dainty thing had self-esteem issues.