07-28-2018, 08:09 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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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?"
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?"
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