07-19-2018, 05:42 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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she wasn't even sure how or when she got such an audience. all she knew was that her stocking was in front of her and the branch was wobbling beneath her weight. she swore to god if the bumpy asshole lurking underneath her dared to make a lunge for her, she was going to personally take her stocking and shove it up the lizard's ass herself.
the din of several voices filled stocking's ears, urging the felidae to glance down bemusedly to those gathered below. what was this? was she like a type of show or something? half time entertainment? she vaguely wondered if they were getting kicks out of seeing her in such obvious danger. then again, some seemed to be expressing at least an ounce of concern for her well being. and well, she did make the decision to come up here today. this was nobody's fault but hers.
her ear's twitched at malphas's voice, feeling herself pause momentarily. shit, she felt bad for endangering herself. malph worked so hard on setting her leg and one wrong move on this tree meant risking her life or further injury. it was there and then that she dictated that she would not become a burden or liability to the healer. she needn't let him worry over her. she was going to get her stocking, kick ass, and show them while she was sure as hell stupid when it came down to scenarios like these, she was still competent.
"uh, yea. i'll rest when i get my stocking back. you don't have to worry your pretty head. no more dangerous adventures after this."
limb outstretched, she unsheathed a singular claw, hooking the stocking on one end and slowly tugging it away from the branch as the water roiled beneath her. vaguely, she was aware of someone warning her of the mood beneath her.
"thanks for the concern," she called back down to aya, voice tinted with sarcasm. and then in a more resolute tone. "you can bet your sweet ass that i am not going to be eating any of that marsh's shit," at least, she hoped so. fine indeed. she had no idea what the hell she was getting herself into and aya's description of the unfavorable marsh muck made her despise the swamp even more. all the while the muddy water burbled beneath her, the croc's eyes glinting up at her. it was creatures like them that made her wish she could transform her stockings into swords. but powers or not, she would still risk her life for them. they were important to her.
then slowly, she began to scoot back, stocking hooked on one claw. so far so good.
the din of several voices filled stocking's ears, urging the felidae to glance down bemusedly to those gathered below. what was this? was she like a type of show or something? half time entertainment? she vaguely wondered if they were getting kicks out of seeing her in such obvious danger. then again, some seemed to be expressing at least an ounce of concern for her well being. and well, she did make the decision to come up here today. this was nobody's fault but hers.
her ear's twitched at malphas's voice, feeling herself pause momentarily. shit, she felt bad for endangering herself. malph worked so hard on setting her leg and one wrong move on this tree meant risking her life or further injury. it was there and then that she dictated that she would not become a burden or liability to the healer. she needn't let him worry over her. she was going to get her stocking, kick ass, and show them while she was sure as hell stupid when it came down to scenarios like these, she was still competent.
"uh, yea. i'll rest when i get my stocking back. you don't have to worry your pretty head. no more dangerous adventures after this."
limb outstretched, she unsheathed a singular claw, hooking the stocking on one end and slowly tugging it away from the branch as the water roiled beneath her. vaguely, she was aware of someone warning her of the mood beneath her.
"thanks for the concern," she called back down to aya, voice tinted with sarcasm. and then in a more resolute tone. "you can bet your sweet ass that i am not going to be eating any of that marsh's shit," at least, she hoped so. fine indeed. she had no idea what the hell she was getting herself into and aya's description of the unfavorable marsh muck made her despise the swamp even more. all the while the muddy water burbled beneath her, the croc's eyes glinting up at her. it was creatures like them that made her wish she could transform her stockings into swords. but powers or not, she would still risk her life for them. they were important to her.
then slowly, she began to scoot back, stocking hooked on one claw. so far so good.
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