Flurry seemed to confirm her suspicions. At the very least Jack’s opponent had been a small thing, and one that had brought herbs to boot? She couldn’t help but arch a brow. The wolf was so small it could have been a kid… hell she’d be more surprised if he wasn’t. Of course with the help of the alcohol the size was much smaller than what Flurry had gestured. Still, as Flurry said that at the rate she was going she wouldn’t be the Raid Queen Rivin frowned. “Somebody needs to g-give a shiiit.” Rivin snorted. The raiders loved to cause trouble, to raid, but if there were no raiders left cause everybody up and got themselves fucked up then they wouldn’t have much to raid with. Rivin waved a paw. “Mayybeee they dun care, but…”[/coolor] Rivin flashed Flurry a big smile. “I know I ‘ppreciaa-ate it…” Her slur was followed up by another swig from the bottle.
“Pffft.” As Flurry called her brave Rivin snorted. “Pissy n-n-not brave!” The woman countered. She had a hell of a temper, but leaving the pack had hurt her. She took another swing of alcohol. “Yer damn right ya do…!” She leaned against Flurry, the lopsided grin on her face reflected just how much of the alcohol that had hit. “I’d do tha same fur you, cutie~” A giggle left her lips. “Ain’t re-aaaaally got frends… you and Jack…” She tried to be there for Diablo but she was pretty sure he’d bail if she got rough. “So letsa stick togethherrr~”
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Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
