@brokenscns ; STARTER CALL
Molly had just eaten a meager meal of VAGABOND. She stood at the edge of the riverbank, staring down at the body with a gleaming crimson smile. She contently wiped her maw with the sleeve of her green bomber jacket. She picked back up her walking stick, poked the gaping chest cavity of the hobo, then moved on. She found the main trail to Craven Woods again and merrily trotted down it... Until she came across an unfamiliar face.
She curiously peered down the gravel path at the man, the tip of her crimson walking stick coating in dust and mud as she walked further. “Hey...!” She quickened her pace, trotting towards the stranger. “Don’t go any further! There’s PIRATES beyond this point!”













