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Socks, wtf??

Hey everyone,
My name is Jones, thats Jo Anne of Spirit Otter, but you out there are gonna call me Jones, first of all, I'm a tomboy, I mean waaaaay more tomboy than the wolfie. Wolfie calls herself a tomboy, but seriously, you’ve seen her, big bouncy tits, skirts, dresses, girly shit, about the only thing that tomboys her is the fact that she's into mud, quicksand and thats about it. Seriously, I think she's into that for some sort of 'damsel in distress' complex, just wants someone to rescue her and all that But to be frank, she's got this, she don't need some dude to rescue her (she's got me if she wants me to, I got her back!) I've seen her get into some seriously thick and sticky and gross yucky deep mud, and somehow she always gets out of it without a helping hand in the world.

Anyway, enough about that girl <3
This is all about me!
So, I was born of the unholy union of a river otter, and a spirit bear. Yeah, I know what the fuck. Ooooh, I'm a monster, hah hah, naaah its funny rather. Mom was down by the river fishing up some dinner, like prime fishies, total yum, and she got in a bit of a shouting match with this runt of the litter, spirit bear, and they went toe to toe about their fishing territory and the fish she caught, and whats hers is hers and all that, a bit of Nopes back and forth and after all was said and done, my mom says she got turned into a sock whatever the hell that means, and the white sticky super glue that makes us all was delivered in copious amounts . Apparently that was something new to my mother, she tells me that she really liked being a sock for Dad. Seriously, what the fuck does that even mean??? Likes being a sock with a runt spirit bear???

Socks, stockings, gloves, she and him fit like a glove? I guess they kinda became a couple together and lots played lots of socks, and then my mom says a storks were involved, and some weird shit, and here I am haha. Socks wtf.

So what it boils down to is ya got this tall as fuck plump otter-bear (angry shakefist, no otter-tail) girl. What a couple my parents are, a real bunch of cooks.

Got three sisters and a bratty baby brother, and mom says we're all fingers in a glove. I just don't understand my mother.

Enough about gloves and socks and my growing up.

I live with the enclave of furries and am literally the monster under the bed of Selahwolfie. I keep her up at night making lewd noises and teasing cute monster noises. Seriously though, I live on bottom bunk of Selah's bunk bed in the cold af winter months when living in my van doesn't work. When its warm out, I live in my van down by the river. Its all good, I'm not poor or something, I have a full time job in the city, and thats all ya need to know. I'm a fucking nature girl, I skinny dip/chunky dunk, play in rivers, lakes and streams, and drag Selah out in my craptacular beast of a campervan that I built. 07' Savanna cargo van. (it has issues, but don't we all) But it gets us out in the summer months and I only pay rent in the winter, so I have some money set aside for keeping it gassed up and running. There's a really sharable queen sized bed in back, cause I'm like an effing' queen of my van. Yes, me and Selah share the bed on our camping trips.
No, nothing happens, but anything for comfort!

Whats your favorite number Ted, 69 Future Ted!
Haha, if ya know ya know!
*wink wink*

So here's the rundown:

Name: Jones, call me anything else, and I'll beat you up!
Sex: Female
Orientation: Umm, this side up, or this side down, whatever is comfortable.
pronouns: person, place or thing, probably the later
Ideas: Bikes, trails, hiking, swimming... sure maybe a little muddy?
Single/not: Rouge-ish but willing to try almost anything once, more if its fun.