09-18-2018, 08:38 AM
One could say that these viscous everglades were practically a breeding ground for physical injury and trauma. Delilah, Leroy, Ophelia, and Arrow all were victims of maiming the last two months alone, with the latter three having luck on their sides in regards to recovery. And, with Tanglewood’s population dwindling, number was going to rise until injuries became deaths, and the swamp dwellers were purged from existence. That is, if the folk here learned how to straighten up and fight back. All these hostile clans send their best to march into Morgan’s stomping grounds to cause ruckus, and the whole clan sits idly to watch their comrade’s fates take over. To make things worse, rather than even the score, Tanglers accepted their wounds and moved on, allowing these vagrants to take advantage of them and hurt people as much as they wanted to. If people wanted something to be done, then someone should teach the next-bad guy-wannabe who wanders too close a lesson.
Yet sometimes, it was those in Tanglewood harming themselves. A while ago, the flower-creating pink feline tried to end her life - and today, here sat Arrow clawing at her face like some lunatic with alien-hand syndrome. In addition to getting hurt, making selfish decisions was a plague that ran rampant, plowing down everyone in its path. Why didn’t people understand that any form of self-harm was perhaps the most selfish thing one could do? If you’re a part of a family such as a clan, you’ve obviously got a few that care about you, so don’t go climbing up a tree crying about how “nobody loves you” and jump off. Just don’t.
"Let’s not," a scabrous voice firmly beckoned, a tall hound strolling towards the destroyed guardsman, kicking away the empty bottle before sitting himself at about a foot away from Arrow. At this moment, he refrained from getting physical, though if his client refused to oblige with his words, he’d have to get involved in another way. ”Look atchaself, Clyde, ya look like ya let a moron use your head as a scratchin’ post - oh wait,”. Only a few weeks ago, she had been returned home from the clutches of the Pitt - who desperately needed a lesson - looking healthier then as to currently. And now, she had the audacity to hurt herself, after everyone was biting their nails over her safety.
”C’mon, le’s get a medic ta help ya out, he’d offer expectingly. Sure, the two held the same position, but as it appeared that Leroy was the sane one, he would be the one giving the orders.
Yet sometimes, it was those in Tanglewood harming themselves. A while ago, the flower-creating pink feline tried to end her life - and today, here sat Arrow clawing at her face like some lunatic with alien-hand syndrome. In addition to getting hurt, making selfish decisions was a plague that ran rampant, plowing down everyone in its path. Why didn’t people understand that any form of self-harm was perhaps the most selfish thing one could do? If you’re a part of a family such as a clan, you’ve obviously got a few that care about you, so don’t go climbing up a tree crying about how “nobody loves you” and jump off. Just don’t.
"Let’s not," a scabrous voice firmly beckoned, a tall hound strolling towards the destroyed guardsman, kicking away the empty bottle before sitting himself at about a foot away from Arrow. At this moment, he refrained from getting physical, though if his client refused to oblige with his words, he’d have to get involved in another way. ”Look atchaself, Clyde, ya look like ya let a moron use your head as a scratchin’ post - oh wait,”. Only a few weeks ago, she had been returned home from the clutches of the Pitt - who desperately needed a lesson - looking healthier then as to currently. And now, she had the audacity to hurt herself, after everyone was biting their nails over her safety.
”C’mon, le’s get a medic ta help ya out, he’d offer expectingly. Sure, the two held the same position, but as it appeared that Leroy was the sane one, he would be the one giving the orders.