08-01-2018, 01:19 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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there was quite the amount of joiners this week. newcomers came pouring into tanglewood like a flash flood; it was a good thing, one should think. it meant more members. more to strengthen their numbers.
in her short weeks of living here, stocking's stick-like frame had began to show signs of pudginess. such weight indicated her well-fed body... or her voracious appetite.
but she was here now, and that was all that mattered. the crumbled remains of the statue loomed before her, and stocking felt ridiculously sluggish as she stood before it. lifting her eyes towards becky's visage, stocking flicked her ears forward. the fallen angel listened attentively to his words, a single brow raised in surprise when she had been mentioned amongst one of the many to be promoted.
it was a sign-- a good sign. it meant that she was relevant enough to be recognized, and that she was making some semblance of an effort around this hellhole.
"noted beck, and thanks boss man," her tone held that of a pleased hue to it, stocking only turning when something caught her attention.
malphas arrived, quickly stealing the youth's attention. stocking focused a curious cyan gaze onto him. well damn. malphas seemed... incredibly passionate on not securing an allianceship with this new group. she had never heard of them before. stocking herself, tended to go with the flow. preferring to not ask questions about things, but she too, began to wonder.
// aaa excuse this crappy post
in her short weeks of living here, stocking's stick-like frame had began to show signs of pudginess. such weight indicated her well-fed body... or her voracious appetite.
but she was here now, and that was all that mattered. the crumbled remains of the statue loomed before her, and stocking felt ridiculously sluggish as she stood before it. lifting her eyes towards becky's visage, stocking flicked her ears forward. the fallen angel listened attentively to his words, a single brow raised in surprise when she had been mentioned amongst one of the many to be promoted.
it was a sign-- a good sign. it meant that she was relevant enough to be recognized, and that she was making some semblance of an effort around this hellhole.
"noted beck, and thanks boss man," her tone held that of a pleased hue to it, stocking only turning when something caught her attention.
malphas arrived, quickly stealing the youth's attention. stocking focused a curious cyan gaze onto him. well damn. malphas seemed... incredibly passionate on not securing an allianceship with this new group. she had never heard of them before. stocking herself, tended to go with the flow. preferring to not ask questions about things, but she too, began to wonder.
// aaa excuse this crappy post
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