02-25-2021, 04:16 PM
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Newcomers came, newcomers went. That was to be expected, you meet them at the edge of the swamp tired and hungry and sometimes a little agitated, needing shelter and food to last the night. The first week was always a gamble if they would stay or head on out once more, either the swamp simply wasn’t their calling, or they were only passing through. Or they went missing in the unforgiving heart of the gator kingdom. That was always tragic, but at least there was never a body to stumble upon.
But never, not once was there the issue of a funky little cowboy rollin’ in through the town on their own, no swamp person guide that went through the motions, just what was essentially a break-in. A kid wouldn’t be a threat, but this was no kid. And they had a bat.
The bone Arrow had been chewing on dropped to the ground with a clatter, jumping up from her position, which had formerly been laying across the town statue’s base, squinting at the tiny grave of Vigenere every so often. The cheetah looked a bit irritated, just a little, and awfully disheveled from the intrusion. ”You better not be looking for trouble, walkin’ all the way in here with a weapon.” Ears lowered and a frown on her face, she surveyed the stranger, as if assessing if there was an actual threat or not. Probably not, considering that if Rat really wanted to break some skulls, she would have already, having gotten this far. ”You’re deep in the heart of Tanglewood territory, like, center of operations. Residential district.” Arrow looked around, checking for any of her superiors, before locking an intense green gaze back on the hyena with a impish grin replacing the precious frown. ”I’m sure the boss will let ya stay, but if you’re gone by morning, I’ll have to kill you. Just business.”
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]But never, not once was there the issue of a funky little cowboy rollin’ in through the town on their own, no swamp person guide that went through the motions, just what was essentially a break-in. A kid wouldn’t be a threat, but this was no kid. And they had a bat.
The bone Arrow had been chewing on dropped to the ground with a clatter, jumping up from her position, which had formerly been laying across the town statue’s base, squinting at the tiny grave of Vigenere every so often. The cheetah looked a bit irritated, just a little, and awfully disheveled from the intrusion. ”You better not be looking for trouble, walkin’ all the way in here with a weapon.” Ears lowered and a frown on her face, she surveyed the stranger, as if assessing if there was an actual threat or not. Probably not, considering that if Rat really wanted to break some skulls, she would have already, having gotten this far. ”You’re deep in the heart of Tanglewood territory, like, center of operations. Residential district.” Arrow looked around, checking for any of her superiors, before locking an intense green gaze back on the hyena with a impish grin replacing the precious frown. ”I’m sure the boss will let ya stay, but if you’re gone by morning, I’ll have to kill you. Just business.”