08-01-2018, 06:13 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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the night sky was dark, it's face freckled with gleaming stars. the moon was nowhere to be found, shrouded in shadows and smiling back down at them from a mask of darkness.
beck's voice sliced through the silent night, rousing stocking's attention and bringing the violet cat striding over to the brick wall. she had never participated in a mask vigil before, as expected. but something about this screamed possible excitement and a tingle of eagerness shivered through her bones. of course to stocking, being hunted down by masked clanmates in an attempt to survive all night seemed exciting. the firebrand bet that there were few other places on earth with activities like these. she had spent far too long feeling nothing to not feel the slightest exhilaration at a hunt and a chance to prove herself.
stocking leapt up the wall with ease, careful not to put too much weight onto her leg. claws digging into stone, she snatched up a red cloth and carefully tied it against her wrist.
a baby powdered blue gaze flickered attentively, watching her surroundings as she stalked quietly into the darkness. her leg had been fully healed (thank god for that), so running from any potential hunters wouldn't be too much of a risk for her. though, stocking wasn't intent on making the hunter's job easy for them. perhaps she could find a few places to hide and wait it out till sunrise, till the dawn of morning peeked it's head from across the horizon with a smile, and she'd be safely assured victory.
beck's voice sliced through the silent night, rousing stocking's attention and bringing the violet cat striding over to the brick wall. she had never participated in a mask vigil before, as expected. but something about this screamed possible excitement and a tingle of eagerness shivered through her bones. of course to stocking, being hunted down by masked clanmates in an attempt to survive all night seemed exciting. the firebrand bet that there were few other places on earth with activities like these. she had spent far too long feeling nothing to not feel the slightest exhilaration at a hunt and a chance to prove herself.
stocking leapt up the wall with ease, careful not to put too much weight onto her leg. claws digging into stone, she snatched up a red cloth and carefully tied it against her wrist.
a baby powdered blue gaze flickered attentively, watching her surroundings as she stalked quietly into the darkness. her leg had been fully healed (thank god for that), so running from any potential hunters wouldn't be too much of a risk for her. though, stocking wasn't intent on making the hunter's job easy for them. perhaps she could find a few places to hide and wait it out till sunrise, till the dawn of morning peeked it's head from across the horizon with a smile, and she'd be safely assured victory.
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