01-24-2023, 09:26 AM
Angelbeats
✯ — "speech" "thoughts" "actions"
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angel grinned and hopped to her paws, demeaner instantly rising as she trotted to catch up then easily kept pace with the larger panther. her face twisted into a thoughtful expression, wondering how she should explain then deciding to just explain everything, at least there was someone in the world that could back up her seemingly very bogus story.
"well, first off, i'm not from this world, quite literally. i'm not sure where this is in reference to where i came from, but my old world wasn't much different in terms that our groups were structured in a similar fashion to here, although cat pelts made of food is a new experience. anyways i was the deputy or co-leader of a very large group called the Cartel. we were doing well, just on the other side of a plague when i was attacked. i had given birth not long before and had gotten the plague myself so i was rather weak. i fought with all i had but i was killed, they even carved their name into my stomach as a spectacle for my family to find along with my body. after that...i'm not sure. surely i was buried and given a funeral and for i assume a few years i just kinda floated in nothingness, then i opened my eyes and was on the edge of pittian territory. i recognized the scent markers as, well scent markers and knew i was at least around some group and they'd probably give me refuge...or kill me but i was banking on the former. and well here i am! it sounds crazy but i'm sure alwaysdead has a similar story, we were from the same area of our old world and were adoptive siblings for years." angel finished, trying to sound a bit more upbeat despite the gruesome story that brought her to this moment.
"well, first off, i'm not from this world, quite literally. i'm not sure where this is in reference to where i came from, but my old world wasn't much different in terms that our groups were structured in a similar fashion to here, although cat pelts made of food is a new experience. anyways i was the deputy or co-leader of a very large group called the Cartel. we were doing well, just on the other side of a plague when i was attacked. i had given birth not long before and had gotten the plague myself so i was rather weak. i fought with all i had but i was killed, they even carved their name into my stomach as a spectacle for my family to find along with my body. after that...i'm not sure. surely i was buried and given a funeral and for i assume a few years i just kinda floated in nothingness, then i opened my eyes and was on the edge of pittian territory. i recognized the scent markers as, well scent markers and knew i was at least around some group and they'd probably give me refuge...or kill me but i was banking on the former. and well here i am! it sounds crazy but i'm sure alwaysdead has a similar story, we were from the same area of our old world and were adoptive siblings for years." angel finished, trying to sound a bit more upbeat despite the gruesome story that brought her to this moment.
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✯ — true hermaphrodite. totf & the pitt. extreme. — ✯
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