#redeemedking

[hurtstoknowthetruth]

@redeemedking

  💥        “What do ya want? ‘m busy.“

[sugahsweetscourge-archive2]

REDEEMEDKING

@redeemedking "Hmm... Looks like I found m'self an uglyifyin' mirror

[skybluesoaps]

redeemedking replied to your post “Do you like Scourge the Hedgehog?”

Hmpf. " Rude. "

“Whats that? Did I get under y’er skin, booger boy?”

She snickers. She thought that was pretty clever. Because you know, colors.

[durable-echidna]

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*Gives Knuckles a cool black leather jacket!*

Glares at. “ Rude. ”

“I didn’t mean it as an insult... I’m just sure a leather jacket wouldn’t look right on me”

[kingofmoxbius]

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�� “’m surrounded by fuckin’ morons.”

Holds up a mirror and smirks at the alternate.

🌟 “son—”

[emeraldshifters-blog]

redeemedking has come to visit the shrine

@redeemedking

Sonic stared at the familiar looking newcomer. He tilted his head to the side in slight confusion.

“You look a lot like my brother.” he said.

[viciousbarkruthlessbite]

@redeemedking entered your territory

    The first whiff of a new scent, not gunpowder or human, not danger specifically but something different, something unknown, catches Tank so off guard he finds himself following his nose before he’s fully assessed the situation. One paw in front of the other, carelessly trampling his way towards this strange thing that has crossed his path, muzzle up and nose twitching as he sniffs about. 

    Leather. Cloth. Plastic. Confusion but not fear. What ever it is, it does not smell like prey. How interesting. Tank knows two things in this forest; the prey in which he hunts, and the humans that continue to infiltrate his new home. Sometimes they fall under the category of prey, but their guns draw blood like his teeth and make his ears ring. He highly doubts this intruder will shoot him though. At him, perhaps, but he is far faster than his bulky mass suggests. 

    Tank raises onto his back legs and pulls apart the thick drape of vines separating him from the newcomer, eliminating the last barrier between them. It is a....Mobian, he thinks the word is, as green as the habitat around him, his clothes the only thing keeping him from camouflaging into the vegetation. The experiment shifts on his back legs, arms still outstretched to keep vines out of the way. He tilts his head slightly, sniffing again. Were Mobians suppose to be this....small?