05-27-2020, 10:12 PM
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SNARL
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[abbr= Female Hyena || 3'6" At Shoulder || 180lbs ] Physical [/abbr] || [abbr= Scarred || Striped || Smells like Woodsmoke || No Identifying Scent] Details [/abbr]
[abbr= Tanglewood] Group [/abbr] || [abbr= Blazic Needs Your Teeth#0965 on Discord || Message me!] Player [/abbr]
[div style="background: transparent; height: 30px; width: 90%; font-family: Arial Black; font-size: 15px; color: #9e2518; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px;"] "Scratch The Surface Of Your Skin"
Snarl stumbled to the side, away from the approacher, orienting herself towards them. Peered through the darkness. Not Kazzyboy. Some fuck with green staining his fur. Fur prickled at the hyena's back, her snout wrinkled into her namesake. Now that she wasn't moving at a full trot, the girl's drunken wobble stood out more- not steady on her feet.
"Wazzit t'you? Cop or somethin'?" Talking back to suspected authorities was always a great idea. After a moment, she barked a laugh, as if Octane's latter statement finally hit her. "Weird fuckin' dog works. Hah." She paused for a long moment. Glowered at the cheetah.
Snarl shook herself, as if she'd faded out of reality for a moment, before coming back. Got out of the defensive pose she'd slid into. Fuck it. Looked him straight on, but wasn't visibly ready to counter whatever attack she expected. Flicked her head to the side, walked in that direction. Expected he'd follow along if he wanted answers. Fuck it, she could take a cheetah. Easy. Worst case scenario she dies, whatever.
"Lookin' fer a drink." Another pause as ruined buildings came into view, assuming she was allowed to walk as far. "But seems town's gone t'shit without me. Y'cant do something as simple as this without me?" She'd turned back to stare at Octane, though she didn't stop her tracks towards the library. Turn the questions around, insinuate she was of some position. Least she's still got some of her 'right' mind on.