08-14-2018, 05:05 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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axle looked quite looked like a mean little thing, all standing stiff at the border with a hardened expression that could crack stone.
But as it were, there were few things that phased stocking, if at all. Pragmatic visitors weren't one of them, and in fact, she could just be as forthwith as they got.
The marsh was a dangerous place for her to be, and stocking knew that quite well. Amongst the leftover traps and beasts lurking within. Perhaps venturing out so often was foolish, but as it was, borders needed to be checked. And she couldn't stay cooped up within the safety of her cabin forever.
Paw pads traversed over muddy terrain, and stocking's critical gaze swept over the canine. He looked all business and no play. That was a good thing especially, considered that he appeared to be the type to be blunt and to the point. She wouldn't have to spend any amount of time wondering his reasons for appearing; surely, he would make it known.
"You," she called as she came closer, roughened voice tinted with the hints of a Lackadaisical drone. "What's your business here in tanglewood?" He stood patiently at the border. He was clearly here for something.
But as it were, there were few things that phased stocking, if at all. Pragmatic visitors weren't one of them, and in fact, she could just be as forthwith as they got.
The marsh was a dangerous place for her to be, and stocking knew that quite well. Amongst the leftover traps and beasts lurking within. Perhaps venturing out so often was foolish, but as it was, borders needed to be checked. And she couldn't stay cooped up within the safety of her cabin forever.
Paw pads traversed over muddy terrain, and stocking's critical gaze swept over the canine. He looked all business and no play. That was a good thing especially, considered that he appeared to be the type to be blunt and to the point. She wouldn't have to spend any amount of time wondering his reasons for appearing; surely, he would make it known.
"You," she called as she came closer, roughened voice tinted with the hints of a Lackadaisical drone. "What's your business here in tanglewood?" He stood patiently at the border. He was clearly here for something.
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