08-01-2018, 06:25 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking could wholefully understand not wanting to be bound to a place. especially such as this one.
confidence is a brilliant mask indeed, and anima seems to wear it well. she, herself, over the past week, had encountered siblings of unknown origin, but fierce, wrapped in the flesh of a tiger's body, and knowing full well what they wanted. anima reminds her of that family now, and though stocking cannot force a smile back on her face towards the joiner, she fixes the other with a gleam in those azure depths.
staying for a while, huh? that's fine with her.
"welcome to tanglewood then. i am stocking anarchy, a firebrand here. becky is our leader, and morgan acts as a deputy to him. so if you need anything of importance, be sure to ask around for them."
they are not far away from camp, yet stocking still gestures with her tail. "i'm sure you can handle yourself, and you can probably smell our base through all this stench, but i can walk with you there, if you well. there's odd creatures that run about this swamp anyways, so be on the lookout for them," though in all honesty, stocking knew anima was good on her own already. if anything, it was probably stocking who needed help. she, with her weak little body and powerless soul. it was only by luck that she knew this place well enough to navigate it without encountering trouble. while the marshland had a variety of creatures in various places, she tended to stay away from the swamp's lakes. such infected waters often bred monstrous crocodiles and other things that liked to lurk in that vicinity.
confidence is a brilliant mask indeed, and anima seems to wear it well. she, herself, over the past week, had encountered siblings of unknown origin, but fierce, wrapped in the flesh of a tiger's body, and knowing full well what they wanted. anima reminds her of that family now, and though stocking cannot force a smile back on her face towards the joiner, she fixes the other with a gleam in those azure depths.
staying for a while, huh? that's fine with her.
"welcome to tanglewood then. i am stocking anarchy, a firebrand here. becky is our leader, and morgan acts as a deputy to him. so if you need anything of importance, be sure to ask around for them."
they are not far away from camp, yet stocking still gestures with her tail. "i'm sure you can handle yourself, and you can probably smell our base through all this stench, but i can walk with you there, if you well. there's odd creatures that run about this swamp anyways, so be on the lookout for them," though in all honesty, stocking knew anima was good on her own already. if anything, it was probably stocking who needed help. she, with her weak little body and powerless soul. it was only by luck that she knew this place well enough to navigate it without encountering trouble. while the marshland had a variety of creatures in various places, she tended to stay away from the swamp's lakes. such infected waters often bred monstrous crocodiles and other things that liked to lurk in that vicinity.
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