07-29-2018, 12:29 AM
★[color=black] Once upon a time, Arrow was a simple loner in what she remembered was a city scape, old metal buildings and street lights adorning the corners, shards of broken glass and the dim lights of windows shielding those at night who were still awake, those who had yet to turn off the light. In such a place she'd only ever run into a very limited group of animal species. Cats, dogs, birds, and rats. And it was no walk in the park, either. Everyone was out there fighting for resources, there was some nasty injury, some death, no games were being played. As pretty as it was, she knew she had to pick herself up and move elsewhere where she could actually live out her days peacefully. Originally she'd planned for a body of water, a river or some rocky coast where she could feed herself and still live in peace. Instead, she wound up here. And what came with living here? Getting to see various animals of all kinds wandering around in the swamp. Hellhounds and the like, a crash landed angel, whatever the hell Fen was, and of course, the newest addition. Tigers. Tigers with some badass piercings. Inspirational, really. She wished she was that cool.
But you know what she was instead? A stick. A living stick with stick legs and a stick tail. Nothing to write home about, hell, you could snap her in half. Well, you could but she'd probably still be talking. No piercings or anything cool. This was a revelation she had after catching her reflection in a puddle of water. She scoffed, flicking one of her large ears with a small paw. She'd never dealt with such a level of self consciousness before, but she was just....so uncool. She wanted a bigger body now, she wanted muscle, she wanted some sweet, sweet thighs. "Ya look like a dirty praying mantis." She muttered, turning her nose up at her own watery reflection. Shame.
But you know what she was instead? A stick. A living stick with stick legs and a stick tail. Nothing to write home about, hell, you could snap her in half. Well, you could but she'd probably still be talking. No piercings or anything cool. This was a revelation she had after catching her reflection in a puddle of water. She scoffed, flicking one of her large ears with a small paw. She'd never dealt with such a level of self consciousness before, but she was just....so uncool. She wanted a bigger body now, she wanted muscle, she wanted some sweet, sweet thighs. "Ya look like a dirty praying mantis." She muttered, turning her nose up at her own watery reflection. Shame.