07-13-2019, 03:00 PM
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Crow considered himself on the normal end of things when placed against each of his groupmates and their mannerisms, namely Beck and his infamous ability to create a chaotic scene out of nothingness at the bat of an eye, and this happened to be the situation with the past couple of unfortunate souls to trod into the marsh—they were promptly met with malign tricks as their official welcome into the rugged swamp, as was it almost a guarantee they had not seen the last of such tricks. It was a common knowledge that the poltergeist had a penchant for causing mischief, so the feline had affirmed to himself that the next would be different from the last two, that a good first impression would be left on the new face in contrast to the last pair of bad impressions left by Beck, and to do this he made a note to himself to keep Beck away from the new faces, at the very least until some trust was had.
He noticed a disheveled stranger while out on his first lengthy walk since he attained a substantial injury that left him weakened during his last excursion to the Pitt, and he would approach with care, pawsteps light but not as if he were trying to hide. He kept a bit of a distance between himself and the foreigner so he had plenty of space to run should the encounter turn sour, then called out, "A-are you lookin' for somethin'?"
Crow considered himself on the normal end of things when placed against each of his groupmates and their mannerisms, namely Beck and his infamous ability to create a chaotic scene out of nothingness at the bat of an eye, and this happened to be the situation with the past couple of unfortunate souls to trod into the marsh—they were promptly met with malign tricks as their official welcome into the rugged swamp, as was it almost a guarantee they had not seen the last of such tricks. It was a common knowledge that the poltergeist had a penchant for causing mischief, so the feline had affirmed to himself that the next would be different from the last two, that a good first impression would be left on the new face in contrast to the last pair of bad impressions left by Beck, and to do this he made a note to himself to keep Beck away from the new faces, at the very least until some trust was had.
He noticed a disheveled stranger while out on his first lengthy walk since he attained a substantial injury that left him weakened during his last excursion to the Pitt, and he would approach with care, pawsteps light but not as if he were trying to hide. He kept a bit of a distance between himself and the foreigner so he had plenty of space to run should the encounter turn sour, then called out, "A-are you lookin' for somethin'?"