THEY CALL IT CREEPIN, I SAY LOVIN; - jokester thread

Farah was going to be honest. Since joining Tanglewood, things hadn't been as interesting as she'd quite expected.

She was, of course, nevertheless grateful for her new residency within the group. Those around her were equally nuttish, as much of an oddball as she was it seemed. There was Atticus and Moth, a couple of the first members to have had welcomed her from her trip to the borders. They were decent, thank goodness.

Then there was Seven. And the ever so outlandish encounter with the tiger in which Farah Aldaine had first introduced herself. Admittedly, yeah, she hadn't been the most productive back there....

That could all be fixed, though! By irritating the shits out of her, oh yes. Farah approved verily of that idea. What was there to go wrong? Seven didn't hate her, not yet at least by Farah's prefaces. The cougar clambered upright to her paws, forearms extending in a stretch that quivered the physique with excitement.

"SEVEN!" she called, voice a pitch so shrill it nearly annoyed even Farah herself as it rent through the air. Nearly.

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SEVEN

It was hard to say that Seven really trusted anyone yet. Aside from Moth, who she only trusted because safety seemed guaranteed, none had reached the status of trust. Only one Tangler managed to pique Seven's interest a bit, and that was Farah. Farah, of all people. The first Tangler she had encountered and didn't even try to help. Why?

The mutant roused from her half-asleep state by her name being called. Fearing an attack or something along that line, she wasted no time rushing toward the voice. Crashing through the brush with a frantic look on her face that slowly dissolved into confusion, the tigress looked around. "Wha- Huh? What need??" She whirled to look at Farah, marking her down as the only one who could have called for her.

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