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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Living in an irradiated land, trapped by a your family and large, barbed fences her whole life was truly claustrophobic for Courier Six. She rarely saw her own reflection and was stuffed into a suit as soon as she was able to walk about with ease, making sure that the radiation outside of her ancestor's personal bunker would immediately kill her once she was able to get out. Just where was she born in? Well, she wasn't really sure the exact name or country that they resided within, just that her mother had called 'Noble' or something weird like that. Large buildings, a spinning-wheel thing and other strange things littered the desolate area she grew up in for most of her young life, desperately searching for an exit. Mother would always scold Courier Six for always coming home with cuts from the fence around them or any of the feral animals crawling about, but she liked the scars she would gain from them. Then one day it happened. Some group of humans wandered in and she followed them from afar with excitement crawling up the canine's back until they left from a large gate she had never seen before, but she ran nonetheless. She didn't say goodbye or anything because her mother would know, though that didn't matter at that moment. She was free to roam, to breathe fresh, clean air without a care in the world. She could finally admire herself after what felt like years and watch her own subtle movements in each day! Then, she wandered everywhere she couldn't go before, eventually ending up in the snowy territory of a certain clan. " Holy fuck.I haven't been around snow in a while. " Her voice was slightly distorted behind her mask, making her sound more masculine than usual, though that wasn't the strange thing. It was this young adult, rolling about the snow and generally feeling happy for the first time in a few weeks that caused her to hum with joy. " Who's the worst courier around? It'sssssss six! " She spoke, her mask planted into the snow with absolutely zero fucks.


    // Hahaaaaa, sorry if this is super shitty.

    Unlike some others, Pierce did not find it odd to see an adult playing in the snow. In fact, if he could without feeling judged for it, he likely would as well. Instead of calling out, he simply smiled and approached Courier Six quietly. Once he was a few feet within the mask-wearing femme, he mewed, "'Six', is it? Is that your name?" He did not give genuine smiles often recently, but he couldn't help it when he saw someone so happy. "This is Blizzardclan territory, by the way. I'm Pierce." She didn't seem hostile, so he saw no problem with giving her his name.


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    It was a little embarrassing to be caught in a situation like this wasn't it? But the stranger looked like they were having the time of life so he supposed they didn't care. Anyhow, the dark furred kitsune would pad up after Pierce, stopping at the Vice Leader's side and offering the older male a nod of greeting before shifting his attention to Six. A courier? Was she here to deliver mail? "What brings you to Blizzardclan?" He then asked, adding to the list of question the stranger was supposed to answer.

    THERE'S A FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE

    IT'S AN INSTINCT THAT NEVER LIES | TAGS | 6/28/17