12-31-2019, 12:43 AM
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Snarl was never, really, the best for wear. Ever. The hyena'd call it her natural state, but well, she could probably stand to do herself better. Eat more. Inhale less smoke. Drink more water. Maybe not consume toxins for the fun of it. But Snarl wasn't here for a long time. Just a fun time. She was wiry, maybe, but she was far from weak. Drank whenever a headache nagged at her, searched for any cure to her inescapable boredom. Fill time. She wouldn't peter out, no. If Snarl dies, she'll go in a blaze of glory.
However, even in her state, she was much better than the gravelly voice being suffocated by Aurum. Ever in her own 'patrols', arriving on every scene was the name of the game, never after the fact. For most, she'd simply check it out, step away. Leave it to others, like Aurum, who were much more ready and welcoming. But this case was... special. Even with the hyena's bad nose, she could smell the stench. It made her fur prickle on end, a patchy mohawk begin to raise at her back. Fuck. No. Okay.
Paced towards it. Aurum was there, as was Abathur. The only blood in the air was old, rotting. They weren't causing trouble. By the time she'd gotten yards close, her fur was smoothed back down, a carefully crafted mask of emotion across her face - not that she had to put on much of one to look uncaring and bitter. Let her nose crinkle just slightly, spoke. Her words were harsh, but, well, here's hoping those simply figured it was her normal bitterness to new members.
"Oi. You here for a reason? Fr'm where do you hail?"
Let the sounds linger in the air. Aurum sure knew... her. But the lion knew a fuckton of people, and she wasn't sure she trusted his judgement. He was too gentle for his own good, too trusting. She found herself stepping forward - Aurum could handle himself, especially against someone like her, but Snarl didn't take any chances. A spotted hyena, one that introduced with their true name? They were odder and odder by the minute, and she didn't like any bit of it. The odor surrounding the 'new'comer only served to shorten Snarl's patience.
[color=red] "What clan? 'S Tangle territory. Should know that."
Snarl was never, really, the best for wear. Ever. The hyena'd call it her natural state, but well, she could probably stand to do herself better. Eat more. Inhale less smoke. Drink more water. Maybe not consume toxins for the fun of it. But Snarl wasn't here for a long time. Just a fun time. She was wiry, maybe, but she was far from weak. Drank whenever a headache nagged at her, searched for any cure to her inescapable boredom. Fill time. She wouldn't peter out, no. If Snarl dies, she'll go in a blaze of glory.
However, even in her state, she was much better than the gravelly voice being suffocated by Aurum. Ever in her own 'patrols', arriving on every scene was the name of the game, never after the fact. For most, she'd simply check it out, step away. Leave it to others, like Aurum, who were much more ready and welcoming. But this case was... special. Even with the hyena's bad nose, she could smell the stench. It made her fur prickle on end, a patchy mohawk begin to raise at her back. Fuck. No. Okay.
Paced towards it. Aurum was there, as was Abathur. The only blood in the air was old, rotting. They weren't causing trouble. By the time she'd gotten yards close, her fur was smoothed back down, a carefully crafted mask of emotion across her face - not that she had to put on much of one to look uncaring and bitter. Let her nose crinkle just slightly, spoke. Her words were harsh, but, well, here's hoping those simply figured it was her normal bitterness to new members.
"Oi. You here for a reason? Fr'm where do you hail?"
Let the sounds linger in the air. Aurum sure knew... her. But the lion knew a fuckton of people, and she wasn't sure she trusted his judgement. He was too gentle for his own good, too trusting. She found herself stepping forward - Aurum could handle himself, especially against someone like her, but Snarl didn't take any chances. A spotted hyena, one that introduced with their true name? They were odder and odder by the minute, and she didn't like any bit of it. The odor surrounding the 'new'comer only served to shorten Snarl's patience.
[color=red] "What clan? 'S Tangle territory. Should know that."
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