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PAIN IN THE ASS
FREYA SANTOS
THE TYPHOON
BLACK MONGOOSE
[/td][td]The strip of land that made up the railroad gate was a long one, but it was worth it. Freya longed to put as much distance as possible between herself and the mainland that lay behind her. Like most, she, too, was running from her past, escaping the memories that haunted her mind. Joining the Typhoon would be her new start, she'd be somewhere she knew she belonged, somewhere she would be comfortable and surrounded by those she could relate to.
Small body skittering along the abandoned tracks, her view of the island became more defined as she finally approached the end of the railway and gazed upon the bell that was rumored to be the supposed calling card of those within the Typhoon. She could only imagine how fucking irritating it must be to hear the thing go off so often. She glared briefly at the small body of metal before giving it a single, rough, ring, causing the hollowed clanging to echo through the air around her, no doubt reaching most of those near by.
Her gaze traveled from the bell to the basket resting beneath it, her head shaking in amusement at the hissing of multiple black mambas, no doubt there to ward off any idiots deciding to ring the bell at an obnoxious rate. Breaking her stare from the basket it drifted to the muddied ground beneath her, a brow quirking as she stared at the muck stuck to her limbs and underbelly. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to find a cleaning spring once she was settled.
[/td][/tr][/table]Small body skittering along the abandoned tracks, her view of the island became more defined as she finally approached the end of the railway and gazed upon the bell that was rumored to be the supposed calling card of those within the Typhoon. She could only imagine how fucking irritating it must be to hear the thing go off so often. She glared briefly at the small body of metal before giving it a single, rough, ring, causing the hollowed clanging to echo through the air around her, no doubt reaching most of those near by.
Her gaze traveled from the bell to the basket resting beneath it, her head shaking in amusement at the hissing of multiple black mambas, no doubt there to ward off any idiots deciding to ring the bell at an obnoxious rate. Breaking her stare from the basket it drifted to the muddied ground beneath her, a brow quirking as she stared at the muck stuck to her limbs and underbelly. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to find a cleaning spring once she was settled.
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Freya - The Typhoon - Pain in the ass
we think we deserve