07-25-2018, 05:40 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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natrium's deep, cadenced rumble is what first alert's stocking to his presence.
she shouldn't be out here, wandering alone in the dangerous marsh, where gators lurk and bare their sharp, jagged teeth. there are other dangers here, too. suffocating muck. mutated creatures and plants. but stocking would rather die than avoid doing what she wants to do for fear of being weak. she likes to think she can handle herself.
she needs food for plip anways. he is a hungry, demanding thing. ravenous in his weight. she supposed it's not so strange for him to crave so much food. he is large, after all. maybe even growing.
so in lieu of finding food for plip, she finds a wolf as well.
a joiner, at that. he's straightforward with his arrival and he knows what he wants. perhaps it's a good thing she's found him across the border.
stocking's approach is made known by the none too quiet squish of paws against moist ground. she's not trying to hide her presence anyways. owlish, cyan eyes blink appreciatively at natrium.
"welcome to tanglewood. i'm stocking. do you need someone to lead you to camp?"
she shouldn't be out here, wandering alone in the dangerous marsh, where gators lurk and bare their sharp, jagged teeth. there are other dangers here, too. suffocating muck. mutated creatures and plants. but stocking would rather die than avoid doing what she wants to do for fear of being weak. she likes to think she can handle herself.
she needs food for plip anways. he is a hungry, demanding thing. ravenous in his weight. she supposed it's not so strange for him to crave so much food. he is large, after all. maybe even growing.
so in lieu of finding food for plip, she finds a wolf as well.
a joiner, at that. he's straightforward with his arrival and he knows what he wants. perhaps it's a good thing she's found him across the border.
stocking's approach is made known by the none too quiet squish of paws against moist ground. she's not trying to hide her presence anyways. owlish, cyan eyes blink appreciatively at natrium.
"welcome to tanglewood. i'm stocking. do you need someone to lead you to camp?"
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