ANOTHER MIRACLE ☆ re-joining

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[abbr= Female Hyena || 3'3" At Shoulder || 180lbs ] Physical [/abbr] || [abbr= Scarred || Striped || Smells like Woodsmoke || No Identifying Scent] Details [/abbr]

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[abbr= Tanglewood] Group [/abbr] || [abbr=  Blazic Needs Your Teeth#0965 on Discord || Message me!] Player [/abbr]

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Tanglewood was desolate. No one was left.
Crowley slept until he rotted into the ground. Kazzyboy left for 'vacation'; she was sure the cat ended up thrown to the dogs. Feza went and offed herself. Moth let herself get crushed, Selby was off doing his best to not be a father.  Beck fizzled out of existence. Even the newer comers were gone: Octane prolly got himself blown up, or ran off with his little 'lab partner'. That other one... grey cat. Alaric? Had run off.
And then left Leroy, one of the few good things to ever happen to Tanglewood. Underhanded, skeevy fucker, but did his job, at least. Crow either drank himself to death, was still locked up in his little house, or was dragged off with the dog.

And then Aurum. Vasetuuk. Old Overbearing Wormyboy. Never really learned his place, how to stay in his lane. Lion who could beat her ass on a whim, and Snarl wouldn't blame him.
Fucking deserter. Just as the hyena got back from her 'trip', the coward fled. Just cause the going got a little tough, Wormyboy? Leaving your kids behind? What a 'mother hen' you were.

Tanglewood was a shadow of its former self. Cowering in what it once was. Desperately trying to not let others, not let its own citizens see past the facade. Fake a smile, a growl, say it's fine, that you best not ask any more questions.

The hyena  caught sight of him before she could have ever dreamed of finding scent - bright wings, golden mane. Vasetuuk indeed.
His return was not met with open arms.
The hyena entered a trot, mohawk at her back raising and a snarl pulling at her lips, baring stained teeth. Approached the lion head-on, making no mistake of her intent.
Filled the air with scent of smoke and ethanol, didn't even register his own Elysium.

Contorted her face. Rumbled out words, raspy in her throat. "Deserter. Bonvit. Coward. W'the fuck are y' doing back here. Got some fuckin' balls to show your face." Stopped only to cough, sputtering against the ground.
"Y'gone. Left. Gonna make a decision, fuckin' stick with it. Lucky I don' attack y' on fucking sight, Vantermitt. Get t'fuck out. This's Tangle Territory, shouldn' y'know that," a wheeze. "In your all mighty proxy wisdom?" Bitter sarcasm dripped from her words.