08-01-2018, 12:48 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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a stranger walks forward on hardened muscles and ebony flesh wrapped in scars. to put it simply, her appearance awed stocking, who was a lover of the dark and fearsome.
undaunted, the feline approached anima. she was no champion or warlord. no hero, no slayer. she was but a mere failure; a shamed angel cast down from heaven on broken wings. stripped of her divinity and majesty. she gazed back at anima through her limp bangs, appearing to assess the other with a steady gaze. her eyes remained firm in emotion during her mechanical evaluation. stocking in her barest face, was monotone. while others held a heart of fire and passion, full of heated emotions, whether it be strong or subtle, for stocking, there was little to stoke the flame.
but anima stopped at the border. she had waited patiently, and the gaze of her eyes spoke of a reason for stopping at their metaphorical gates.
"welcome to tanglewood. what might you be here for?"
undaunted, the feline approached anima. she was no champion or warlord. no hero, no slayer. she was but a mere failure; a shamed angel cast down from heaven on broken wings. stripped of her divinity and majesty. she gazed back at anima through her limp bangs, appearing to assess the other with a steady gaze. her eyes remained firm in emotion during her mechanical evaluation. stocking in her barest face, was monotone. while others held a heart of fire and passion, full of heated emotions, whether it be strong or subtle, for stocking, there was little to stoke the flame.
but anima stopped at the border. she had waited patiently, and the gaze of her eyes spoke of a reason for stopping at their metaphorical gates.
"welcome to tanglewood. what might you be here for?"
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