08-19-2018, 11:13 PM
[table][tr][td]
[/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]
[table][tr][td][/td]
[td][/td]
[td][/td]
[/tr][/table]
© lexasperated
[td][/td]
[td][/td]
[/tr][/table]
© lexasperated
IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
The tigress's adjustments to peaceful life came with a fair amount of bumps, from lingering PTSD to frustration from the decreased exercise. In the absence of making war and committing violent acts, she turned to her next favorite hobby: crafting useful items out of bone, teeth, and claws. With her three dragons-teeth gauges in each ear and python bone necklace, she obviously looked the part of an expert bone craftswoman. So, with a dozen or so of her better wares in a leather bag, she made her way to the crashed train, intent on trading these for some good horror books or random interesting jungle items.
Stopping at the entrance to the territory, she batted at the bell with a paw before she set to work laying out some of her wares, like her bone gauges and daggers made from bone. "I'm Quantum Caralho, here to trade my bone crafts over here - if you don't see anything you like, ask me about a custom job," she announced, too impatient to wait for someone to answer the bell's ring.
Stopping at the entrance to the territory, she batted at the bell with a paw before she set to work laying out some of her wares, like her bone gauges and daggers made from bone. "I'm Quantum Caralho, here to trade my bone crafts over here - if you don't see anything you like, ask me about a custom job," she announced, too impatient to wait for someone to answer the bell's ring.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM