wish i had a more convenient save point // pitt ardent

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed crow

Vale refused to step foot on the yucky bog. So the crow lingered on the branch of a willow tree and cawed. Though the Tanglewood’s town was likely too far into the territory for anyone to hear the crow, ve was five meters from the border.

Thankfully, the wind blew in the ideal direction today, so the ardent didn’t have to smell the disgusting stench of scent markers, which was, by far, Vale’s least favorite part about visiting other groups. Why couldn’t they all be sensible and use rot as a scent border?

While Vale was thinking on how to convert other groups to the sensible way, a sudden gust from behind picked up the featherbrain and tossed ver into the air. Cawing and beating vis wings, Vale climbed up into the sky to avoid the branches of the border trees. If not for vis superb flying skills, ve might’ve landed face-first onto one of the scent markers, and then ve would have no choice but to burn the whole tree down in vengeance.

“Aye, Tanglers!” Vale cawed loudly as ve circled vis previous perch. No more nicely waiting ardent. Olalla and Vale might’ve been in agreement about wanting an alliance with the swamp dwellers, but a frustrated Vale tended to ruin vis own plans, no matter how illogical why.

“I’m looking for Zjarr, a blacksmith who may’ve wandered into your territory! I’m looking to commission him for some art! I promise I won’t eat him!”

[member=167]psy[/member]

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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