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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 5, 2018 9:08:29 GMT -5
OoC :: I see! Sorry, the devices I use to respond stopped working recently, though I'm trying to type of responses still. It's been a slow process.
IC :: words
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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 17, 2018 23:26:37 GMT -5
Moore Clayton type 2 hybrid (american alligater and keeshond hound) Moore moved to the shelves as the hare gladly shoved the sandwich to Stella. He would have loved to question why she, a natural herbivore as the doggator would assume, had a ham sandwich for lunch. Luckily he was more focused on the cabinet for a bandaid, as he wasn't just going to let Stella walk around with open injuries. It was unsanitary, especially given the fact she seemed to be trying to lick it.... Still. That and it would be safer if she had bandages for any injury she had before finding the safe haven of the museum. Even if it wasn't the purpose.
Really the purpose was snatching important items from people who had only recently died (or in some, been snatched from the still living people, one of them even now held the title of oldest man alive and Moore was certain some of his stuff was in the museum,). Didn't put the museum in the best light, but people enjoyed the possible pictures far more than they cared about some old man who got his things stolen away. It was a shame, though Moore supposed he really was like everybody else since in comparison, he still wouldn't do anything about it. Now or ever. Moore needed his job at this place and the items of some old man weren't nearly as important. Specially given he was gonna die any die not at his whopping old age.
Grabbing the kit, he listened as his coworker rambled on. "Ooh, I knew a ram ramen shifter once! She was a real sweetheart, we dated for a bit too! She was a little quirky, but isn't everyone? Chewed on the wool on her fur when she got nervous, it was cute. I picked it up and it's pretty calming to me, but I chew on my hair rather than the fuff on my body. Ooh! You could probably try by chewing on your tail.... Or Moore, you could.... Uh. Lick your scales! Those are equivalent, right?" He didn't get to respond as she rambled on.
Looking at his hands, he flipped them up and down onserving the hardened, thick scales covering them. Talons protruded from them, reminding him to buy some gloves later on to hold less effect. Preferrably one of the newer gloves, focused on the defending others from sharp claws unable to be put away. He was unlucky, given both alligators and dogs could not sheath the deadly weapons. A security measure, and seeing as Moore had recently broken them, he probably needed new ones. It was a small accident as he was putting them on and it went a little to harshly as the claw broke through the padding on the tips.
"- Oh and I still can't believe how soft his fur was. I'm sure he used some kind of conditioner, but I never got it out of him because he asked me out and I said no, so I'm still trying to find it. If it worked on another rabbit, it should work on a hare, you hear?" Dear God, said hare needed to learn how to be quiet.
"Stella, you want to shift, right? Do it now so I can put on some more animal-suited bandages for you instead. I doubt the human bandages will stick nicely with the fur." Moore interrupted, though, interrupted may not be the right word as Mellow hadn't stopped mumbling to herself.
There she was, jumping into actually conversation again,, "Ooh- right! I wanna see a shift again. Haven't seen one up close for a while, a lot of shifters I come across don't casually do it. It looks fun!!" Moore couldn't agree. He was glad he was a two type and thus so much more unlikely to be a shifter, and grateful he was. Plus, a doggator didn't seem like an appealing creature to look at. Like a snaketiger. A snaketiger would be like... Like a noodle. But with together legs and that was a weird thought. Or some other weird combination, but, Moore was certain it would be that.
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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 17, 2018 23:27:44 GMT -5
Seraphina Oriana Hartington type 1 shifter (brazilian wandering spider) Seraphina Oriana Harrington was not in a hissy fit. It implied she was acting childish and childish was not associated with her family. Just because she knock down a couple of Capucine's potions (chemistry experiments are the proper term, however Seraphina here doesn't much give a care for any lab work her adopted cousin did), it didn't mean that she had the right to yell at the spider! Well, actually she did. The fact she even allowed Seraphina to share home with her was a blessing enough.
Oh. Seraphina hoped Capucine wouldn't still be angry when she got back home. If Capucine was still angry, it meant that Capucine wouldn't like her anymore and if Capucine didn't like. Her anymore then Capucine might kick her out. If Seraphina got kicked out of the house, she didn't know what she would do. If Capucine didn't like her anymore, who would and Seraphina would be left all alone since Miss Auntie was no longer with the world and Seraphina had to go back.
She spun on her heel, on started the other way. Out of the park the way she came in. The park was obviously the place to destress. The girl believed her great grandmother had told her grandfather who had told- well, he told Seraphina himself since her momma and pappa handed her off to the Miss. Seraphina was told they were volunteering for an experiment and weren't sure if they were going to make it out alive. The point of this paragraph was for Seraphina to recall the fact her great grandma had killed at least 52 people, people being a combination of human and hybrid. She was a vicious sport, but Seraphina knew she was someone to be admired.
Like Capucine!
Which was why she needed to get back to house as soon as possible without any interruptions.
Ooh, a person. Seraphina wanted to focus, but the figure of a person tumbling down the hill off to the side has her distracted.
She blinked carefully as the man started to let out a soft sound and she scrunched her nose. It was that noise that didn't happen at her household, but she constantly encountered outside. It always sounded so uncomfortable, so Seraphina tried to resisted the urge to ever giggle or laugh or chuckle or anything of the sort because Capucine didn't approve of such a stupid, worthless, useless activity. If Seraphina did it as well, she might be seen as such from the crow hyban. It was unacceptable.
The small worry for the man had stopped her in the path and Seraphina had to reason with herself that if she avoided Capucine, despite her increased want to go back to her, Capucine might not be as angry anymore. So the spider accepted going down to check on the poor man, with the.... Immature? attitude.
Blinking once more as she approached him, she fumbled with her hands as she carefully let out the words, "Are you quite alright, sir, or did you happen to injure yourself in the tumble down the hill?" That would be unfortunate if true, as Seraphina had heard of instances where people laughed rather than cried out their pain. Neither were approvable to Capucine though.
So she worried for this man one way or another, though perhaps she shouldn't be showing worry at all....What would her beloved cousin think? Surely she would be thrown out then... A thought to truly scare.
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 23, 2018 16:21:12 GMT -5
Stella Bella cat shifter
Sandwich. Sandwich. Sandwich. Sandwich. Sandwich.
Yesssssss.
With grabby little kid hands Stella took the sandwich from the very nice bunny girl and instantly began to sniff at it. Her nose twitched as she sniffed at the bread and then at some of the ham that was unceremoniously slipping off the edge of the bread that otherwise held it in. Stella’s tail twitched back and forth with a speed that would seem only possible from a cheetah. She had food. Food. Real food. Not some junk that she had found rummaging in the trash can or anything like that, no, this was fresh and whole and had probably been made that morning. Unable to stop herself the tortoiseshell stuck out her tongue and gave the sandwich a good lick, a few bread crumbs tumbling off and falling into her mouth. A purr vibrated against her throat. ”This bread is fresh, really fresh,” she chimed, round amber eyes looking up at Mellow with pure happiness. Stella licked at the bread again. Man, she loved it when she got to lick things, especially when licking things didn’t end up with her tongue getting stuck. Like that one time she had been traveling around the city and found herself checking out some random violin. Long story short her tongue had gotten stuck and, well, it took some creativity to get herself free from the thing. But that was besides the point. She could lick a sandwich without getting her tongue caught.
Oh?
Mellow was talking again.
Stella pulled her tongue away from the sandwich, tongue bleping out as she looked up at Mellow. Her tail twitched in thought. ”I chew on my paws!” Stella puffed her chest out a bit as she said that as if she were being praised for a rather bad behavior considering that when cats chewed on their paws it meant they were stressed. ”I haven’t chewed on my tail, though.” Now that was an idea. Stella needed to remember to try that out one day.
Mind mostly on the sandwich once more, Stella barely heard what else Mellow had to say, snapping out of her ham daydream when the more masculine voice of Moore cut through the air. Her ears snapped forward and she nodded. ”Yeah, yeah! Being a human sucks,” she huffed. ”I can do so much more as a cat, like eat sandwiches.” Before anybody could stop her the young cat moved her hand up and then chunked the sandwich at the ground, amusement flickering in her gaze as the food splattered onto the floor. It was still mostly intact, but she could still eat it. As long as she could eat it the presentation of the sandwich didn’t matter. ”Had to get rid of it so I can shift,” she explained, wondering if either Mellow or Moore would even care to know, but they did now so.
Without wasting another second Stella closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Considering she stayed mostly as a cat, shifting from human to feline wasn’t as hard as the other way around since her body was so used to the anatomy and structure of being a feline. Before she knew it she was back on the ground on four paws, not two feet, and was now covered in sleek black and ginger patterned fur with a dash of white on her chest and white on some of her toes. Happily the young cat arched her back in a stretch. Once finished she glanced at Moore, held out the arm that she had injured, and then put it back on the ground as she quite literally pounced on the sandwich, tearing into the bread first so that she could leave the ham - the best part in her opinion - for last. If Moore wanted to he could reach down and bandage her leg up while she ate, or he could wait, either way didn’t matter to Stella since either way she ended with a full stomach.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 24, 2018 1:18:17 GMT -5
Cressida Walters Type 4 Hybrid (gentoo penguin/veiled chameleon/florida white rabbit/rose breasted cockatoo)
Cressida giggled at the sight of her sister perched from the ceiling. It wasn’t something she often saw after all, considering it was usually Cressida that would leap to the ceiling and hang there like some sort of possum...or chameleon, in her case. It was fun to see Sorreni up there as well. ”Nice of you to join the party, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up here with me, it’s fun, isn’t it?” Cressida asked with a smile as she looked to her sister, her long black and pink hair reaching so far that the tips of it almost brushed along the carpeted floor beneath them.
Then as Sorreni went on to agree with Cressida on the use of caffeine - agree being a very loose term here - the entertainer couldn’t help but beam happily at her twin, her freckles like scales illuminating a bright, cheerful yellow in color as she swayed back and forth, that grin slowly morphing into a smug smirk at what she perceived as a victory. ”Haha!” Cressida explained, gesturing her arms out in triumph. ”You admit that my ways work!” She boasted, a grin remaining on her face as she continued. ”So long as I’m awake enough to do my shows and go about my day, I don’t see why there would be any problems with how I stay awake, if caffeine works, then it works, no use fighting it,” Cressida decided stubbornly, arms folded as her eyes met Sorreni’s, a flicker of triumph igniting in her rabbit red eyes.
It was hard not to be a little cocky when she was basically-sort of-pretty much-but not really proven right by the very sister that often doubted the benefits of a healthy, caffeinated lifestyle.
Which did remind Cressida of something else and after a small pause, she rolled her eyes slightly. ”Are we sure that you’re the oldest? Because I have my doubts.” Granted Cressida was pretty sure she’d actually heard her parents say something about Sorreni being the older twin before but that didn’t prove anything. Nor would it until she heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.
The horse being their mother in this case, though she didn’t actually have any horse in here. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say “right out of the rose breasted cockatoo’s mouth. Though that was sort of a mouthful. Maybe she should just reassure people that she was talking in a metaphorical sense, just like her great grandfather always did. After all, after “fiddlesticks!” The phrase “metaphorically speaking” was practically great grandfather’s catch phrase, and it was a good one too. Maybe Cressida should pick up on it and use it more often.
But that was all beside the point right now, there were other things to focus on right now. For instance, talking about her new costume with her sister. Cressida grinned again, mildly miffed attitude disappearing with ease. ”Isn’t it beautiful? I think that’s one of my favorite parts about being Chamo, having all of those different costumes, it makes me feel like some sort of regal, circus, chameleon princess.”
As weird of a saying as it was, that really was how Cressida felt and she was sticking to it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 24, 2018 1:20:28 GMT -5
Pluto Rokkett Type 1 Shifter (ferret)
Not gonna tell, huh? Pluto looked up at Chester with a look on her face as if seeing if she might be able to get anything else out of him. However she didn’t press it further. Now wasn’t the time, they were going to steal some stuff from some fancy ship, and that was currently way more important than Franny’s weird nickname. He wasn’t even a rabbit hybrid, Pluto had questions. However even Pluto knew how to prioritize what was more important and what could wait for a later time and right now, questioning Chester’s weird names could wait until after they were drowning in the riches of their victory, and by that she meant actual riches, not like, some metaphorical riches like “friendship” or some crap like that. Pluto wanted actual riches, like gold and hotdogs.
So, giving a silent not to Chester, Pluto began to shift. Her body shrank and grew furrier as ferret like features appeared in place of human ones, soon enough where a small blonde girl once stood, there was a ferret instead. Now as a ferret, Pluto propped herself up onto her back legs and rubbed her face with her paws. She let out a small noise, looking back up to Chester with as innocent of a look as a ferret could get.
Then with another silent nod, the girl began to scale back up his legs in a similar way to what she had done before, only this time with no intent to steal from him - he had nothing to steal anyways - and once she had reached up to his shoulder, Pluto sat down, eyes looking up to the boat as her tail swayed lightly behind her. Well she had done her part, now it was up to Chester until Pluto was needed once again.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Oct 25, 2018 14:10:41 GMT -5
Chester had always admired shifters their ability to shift at will and sneak around unnoticed. Chester had also been pick pocketed by many shifters. Chester flicked his thoughts back to the mission with ferret girl now a ferret their mission would be easy and quick. He picks dup Pluto softly. "Alright Ferret girl you better tuck and roll if you don't want to get hurt." Chester took a couple steps back scanned the boat was last time and with all his might threw Pluto. The demon noodle flew through the air and disappeared onto the boat. Chester had to chuckle to himself. This was the most ridiculous thing he had ever done and Chester had done some ridiculous stuff in his days. From robbing a tree house dressed up as a big foot to dressing up as a girl to get into a party to steal stuff. Those may have been Chester's lowest moments. Now he hopped Pluto had survived the launch and was now not going to leave him here.
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Post by anormallife on Oct 26, 2018 16:20:06 GMT -5
Feathertalon James to Tyse
James nodded as he listened to Tyse. “That's good to hear,” James said with a soft smile when he was told he wasn't distracting. It was good to know that he wasn't being a bother at all and distracting the college student from his work. Although, he never really heard of anyone who seemed like they studied for fun in order to get ahead of the class schedule. What he had learned from experience and outside influence was that most studying was put off until the last minute and so you would be rushing to memorize all the material right before the test. He could understand Tyse's reasoning behind it though. Stressing yourself out over a test and cramming in studying because you put it off wasn't exactly ideal. In any case, it still seemed like Tyse really liked the subject that he was studying if he was willing to study early.
He took another sip of his coffee and was a little more than halfway done with it at this point. He probably had about fifteen or more minutes before his parents would be done with shopping then come back and get him. Hopefully, they were buying all the stuff that he liked. Knowing his parents though, they probably were. He was a bit of a spoiled child.
Well if he had a bit of time left before he had to leave he might as well keep this conversation going for a bit longer.
The two of them were strangers. He didn’t know much about Tyse. There were countless questions he could ask him to keep the conversation going. There was on he had in mind because he couldn’t exactly see for himself. “I was wondering, just out of curiosity, are you a hybrid or human or something else? I can’t exactly tell.” James asked him. From the slight shadow he could see of Tyse, he didn’t look like he had any kind of animal ears, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a hybrid of some other type. Some hybrids also had different smells but that didn’t mean much. You could easily mask something like that and the smell of coffee was so strong in the cafe he couldn’t really smell much else.
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Post by anormallife on Oct 26, 2018 16:21:52 GMT -5
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Dakota to Nero
Dakota quickly glanced back at the cat hybrid when he asked what they have there. Was he seriously asking that? Had he never been there before? Never seen an ad for the place anywhere? Maybe that was for the best since the fast food there is kind of terrible for you. Well, at least it still tastes good. “Well, obviously they have all kinds of burgers there. It's in the name. They have a bunch of other stuff too like chicken sandwiches and stuff like that if burgers aren’t your thing. Oh, and they have a good dessert menu. They have some pretty good chocolate shakes there and I'm going to make sure to get myself one.” he answered him as he continued to walk, giving a quick description of the menu from what he remembered when he was last there. The meal he didn’t care as much about as the shake he was planning on getting. He did have a bit of a sweet tooth and he needed to satisfy it.
Dakota took another curious glance over at the cat hybrid as he tried to figure out what to say to him. He could understand his loss for words, you didn’t exactly want to share your whole life story with a stranger. His lips quirked into a smile when Nero was done talking. “What a coincidence, I'm a shifter too. Maybe you are just good at attracting us or something.” He said jokingly with a slight grin as his tail flicked slightly behind him. Was it even possible for someone to attract certain hybrids to them? He thought to himself curiously. Probably not.
Alright, he got a small fact in about himself, now it was time for cat boy to share another fact about himself. “Anything else you can tell me?” Dakota asked Nero curiously.
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Post by anormallife on Oct 26, 2018 16:23:29 GMT -5
CreamCrow Apollo to Dixon
Apollo glanced across the table at the other hybrid when he asked what his job was. He was sure that he had told him before, but he probably shouldn’t expect Dixon to remember something like that. The other hybrid was more preoccupied with his own life. “I'm a delivery boy, of sorts. That's all that bird hybrids are good for nowadays.” Apollo reminded him then glanced down at the menu in front of him.
Bird hybrids that could fly were good at delivering things quickly and the same day, he knew it would be an easy job for him and he would be guaranteed to get it so he looked for a delivery job and got one. He couldn’t exactly go into too much detail with what he delivered because some of the stuff wasn’t exactly legal, but hey, it paid a pretty penny to get it delivered. A bad boy needed a slightly dangerous job to go with his ‘dangerous’ lifestyle.
Apollo pre-occupied himself with looking over the menu as he was expecting Dixon to go on and on about himself, but to his surprise, the other man had stayed silent. He glanced up at Dixon, he looked like he was lost in thought or something like that. Probably thinking about the long list of things that he wanted to tell him about. He looked back down at the menu and continued to look at the items to figure out what he wanted.
He looked up to Dixon when he finally spoke, although he was expecting a bit more than just a single sentence out of him. He continued to watch Dixon as he picked up his water and took a sip. He watched as the horse hybrid continued to think over whatever he was thinking about. The next words he said didn’t make much sense, he was probably just thinking aloud.
“What are you on about? What do you need to fix?” Apollo asked as he set his water back down on the table then brought up his arms to lean his elbows up on the table in front of him.
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 29, 2018 15:11:58 GMT -5
Tyse Crux human
Yeah, Tyse was a weird one. What college student actually studied and did their homework way ahead of the schedule? He couldn’t think of any other college student that would put this much time and effort into their work way before the due date, but then again the human wasn’t the most social of people, kept to himself more often than not. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people or anything, he just did better when he was left alone and not in some big crowd. So really he didn’t know a whole lot of people that attended college with him. He knew a few names and faces here and there just from classes and whatnot, but that was about it. Maybe it was time for him to get out more. Yeah, that would be a good idea. But hey, he was doing okay right now actually keeping up a conversation with James. He deserved a pat on the back for that; however, now wasn’t the time for those thoughts.
A minute or so passed between the two where there was silence. This was something that didn’t bother Tyse. He actually liked the silence, didn’t find it unnerving or awkward in any sense of the words. The young man decided to use this time to take a few sips of his drink. Thinking about it, he probably would need to leave sooner rather than later, but he was pretty sold on the idea of staying long enough to keep James company until the raccoon’s parents came to pick him back up. It would be rather rude of him to leave the hybrid alone by now. Luckily Tyse didn’t have anything to spend the rest of his day on, so he could sit around at the cafe for pretty much as long as he wanted.
He glanced back up to the hybrid when he heard James speak. Right. James wouldn’t be able to see if he had any animal features or not, which he actually didn’t. Tyse was as human as they came. Living in a world where hybrids were now so common, at least in the city, he did feel a bit out of place from time to time, and he did wonder about what life would be like if he himself were actually a hybrid. Perhaps he would be a red kangaroo, or a dingo even. He wouldn’t get a choice in the matter of what animal he would be, but he liked to think that if he could pick, those would be his top choices.
He shook his head, a smiling gently tugging at his lips. ”I’m totally human. Not a single hybrid in my family.” Yeah, he was just a plain ol’ boring human. Nothing special or unique about him. Which was fine with him. He’d rather not be so unique or special that he stood out in a crowd. So yeah, he rather liked being human even if every now and then he did find himself contemplating what it would be like as a hybrid.
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:18:19 GMT -5
Levi Rue Type 2 (grizzly bear x raccoon)
Levi had clothes that he kept clean. One nice shirt and tie. A couple pairs of pants. His work uniform. A hoodie for chilly nights out with his girlfriend. His work shoes. A nice pair of shoes to go with his shirt and tie....
Yeah, pretty much everything else was allowed to get dirty.
Of course, nothing got as dirty as the clothes he brought when they left the city. And he loved it. You see, Levi hated the city. There were too many people and too much noise. He got dirty looks for having clothes that weren't perfectly clean or hair that wasn't perfectly brushed. He was forced to interact with others and had to eat cheap food bought from a supermarket with long lines and too high of prices.
He wanted to return to the woods where he felt free and actually happy. Where he could just cuddle up with Ivory and eventually any children they may have one day. The thought of children definitely made him nervous. He sometimes dreamed of a happy little family. Him and Ivory and a couple little hybrid children running around. Maybe even some shifters if they were lucky.
But would he be a good father? He could barely talk to anyone besides Ivory and the few people at work he'd began to accept as sort of friends. How was he supposed to raise children? It wasn't that he didn't like children. He did. They were cute and some kids were chill. He couldn't handle some though.
Like last week. Last week he was at the grocery store to buy some food for him and his girlfriend. He was standing in line, minding his own business, when this little cat hybrid boy came over and started clawing through the candy. His mom wouldn't let him have any and he started screaming and she didn't seem to care. Levi would not be able to handle children like that, but something told him that he And Ivory wouldn't let their children grow into spoiled little monsters like that.
Levi's attention snapped back to the present when his girlfriend headed towards the kitchen. Levi loved fish. Maybe it was the bear DNA in his body, but he loved fish. Any kind of fish. It was one of his top foods. He would be willing to eat it every night if he was able to. Maybe when they escaped this prison, he would do that. For like a week, he'd eat fish every single night. The bearcoon did eat meat for almost every meal. He was a carnivore at heart and knew he would never be able to manage one of those vegan or vegetarian lifestyles that people were always trying to sell him on. He was only glad that he didn't see Ivory switching over to that side either. One day, he and his feline girlfriend could hide out in their little cabin in the woods with their meat and mud covered clothes and not earn disapproving looks from anyone.
The thought made him smile.
He hummed as he messed with the video games, a sign that he was truly happy and peaceful with how the night was going. Once he got the game set up, he lifted one of the gun shaped controls and selected the start button. He raised the controller and paused as a deer entered his screen. It stopped and looked right at him, allowing him to line up his shot and deal a killing blow. This game always started out too easy and Levi was good with a gun. He always had been. Once the game was over, he set his controller down and joined Ivory in the kitchen. "Video games and fish and a wonderful girlfriend. What else could a simple bearcoon boy ask for?" he asked her.
Feathertalon
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:18:48 GMT -5
Jex Carter Type 2 (sea otter x red fox)
Jex kept his eyes locked on his sister as she took her time to lick up any last drop of milk on the counter. Even when Jex saw no more milk, she continued to lick, as if making extra sure she'd gotten any last liquid from the counter. He crossed his arms and cleared his throat as he watched her. "You done?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Apparently the answer was no.
He sighed and waited until she had lifted her head and put her tongue back in her stupid little otter fox mouth- wait... that meant he had a stupid little otter fox mouth and his mouth was definitely not stupid. In fact, he liked to say that his mouth was one of his best features. Along with his hair. And his eyes. And his arms. Even his hands were pretty cute. Yeah, he was definitely humble. The most humble and best otter fox twin... He didn't think Flo would agree, but it was true.
He did like to believe his germs would bother Flo, but seeing her reaction made him realize that maybe his germs wouldn't bother him... They had shared plenty of germs throughout their lives. Still. Couldn't he have this one thing? He wanted to whine, but kept it in. Whining wouldn't exactly make him look like the tough and cool otter fox that he was.
He watched as she sipped up the last of her cereal. "Ha! Jokes on you! You got soggy cereal," he said, sticking out his tongue as if that comment would bother her. Jex couldn't stand soggy cereal, but maybe Flo was just better than-
No.
That wasn't an option.
There was no way she was the better twin.
He just shook his head when he took Flo's empty bowl and set it into the sink to be washed later. "You get to do dishes tonight," he grumbled. If she was going to cause so much trouble, then she could do Jex's least favorite chore. He would do the laundry and she could do dishes. He'd offer to cook dinner, but that was a bad idea. He'd burn down the house.
He rolled his eyes and headed up to his room. He decided not to brush his hair simply to annoy his sister. Then he brushed his teeth and changed, putting a shirt on for once. After he was dressed, he grabbed his wallet and slipped it into his back pocket before heading to the front door. "Come on, Flo... Flowy!" he shouted, glad he had gotten ready first and beat her in one thing tonight.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:19:13 GMT -5
McKenna Blake Type 2 hybrid (macaw x crested penguin)
McKenna chuckled at her boyfriend's praise. "A smart girl remembers exactly what her boyfriend likes. It's easier to surprise him that way," she said, moving over to kiss the top of Oberon's head before sitting in the seat beside him.
She was simply amazed that she'd managed to find herself a boyfriend as amazing as the bear cat sitting beside her. He was funny. He was cute. He had a good heart. He constantly supported her music. And he loved her. What more could a girl ask for?
"I would hope my sandwiches would know their way to your stomach. Otherwise, I'd be concerned about where they were going," she teased, unaware that her comment wasn't even that funny. She raised an eyebrow at his dramatics, but was clearly amused by it. "Well, if you're dying, can I claim all of your stuff before anyone else tries to take it? You've got some nice stuff," she teased. Now, if he'd really been dying, she'd be much more upset at the loss of her boyfriend than worrying about who would get his stuff.
She decided to wait and let Oberon take a bite before she dug in to her sandwich. He seemed to enjoy it - and that might even be an understatement. "Well, if you dumped me for a sandwich, I'd be sad, but I think you'd be the real loser there. After all, you'll eat the sandwich and then you'll be on your own. And will I take you back?" she teased.
She would. She loved him. But he didn't need to know that.
She grabbed her sandwich and took a bite. It was good, but not quite as heavenly as Oberon was making it out to be. She scooted her chair closer, leaning up against her boyfriend as she took a second bite. "So, what should we do after we eat?" she asked, lifting her gaze slightly to see his face without taking her head from his shoulder.
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:19:37 GMT -5
Dani Webb Type 1 (german shepherd)
Dani felt bad about covering the boy in coffee and she knew she would for a while. Jonah was a good guy and he didn't deserve to head to work covered in coffee. Hopefully his boss would understand. Hopefully Jonah would just blame it all on Dani. That way he wouldn't get in trouble and she obviously wouldn't since she had no contact with his boss.
Of course, she still wanted to do something to make it up to him. She couldn't buy him coffee or give him her own pants to wear, but she could at least buy lunch or dinner for him at some point. Yeah. That was a good plan. Like a German shepherd, Dani was loyal and would do almost anything to please those she cared about. While it was hard to say she cared about Jonah so soon after they'd met, she still felt the need to make it up to the boy. Buying him a meal was a good plan and maybe they'd both get a friend out of this whole situation. Dani didn't exactly have many friends.
She listened when he began to speak again. Though she felt bad still, she didn't voice that feeling. Jonah seemed determined to let her know that it wasn't a big deal and she didn't want to keep arguing. But when he pointed out that he'd met her, she found herself smiling a bit. "And I'd say that meeting you was a probably the best reaction I could get after spilling coffee on someone." Her tail began to wag slightly as she spoke. She could envision many people just avoiding her or shouting at her or muttering about her as they rushed away, covered in coffee. Jonah was different. Not only had he stayed, but he wasn't upset with Dani when he had every right to be.
"Friends is a definite possibility... You might need to let me buy you dinner before I completely agree to that though," she commented with a small smirk before gesturing to his coffee soaked clothing. "As an apology for that... you may not blame me, but it'll make me feel better if I can do something to make it up to you," she explained.
She watched him search his pockets and scribble down his number. When he offered it to her, Dani accepted the paper and looked down at it. She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text with her name so he'd have her number. "There," she said, slipping her phone and the piece of paper into her pockets.
"Weekends, huh? How does Saturday night sound to you?" she asked. Her brother was coming to visit on Sunday, but she figured she could clean her little apartment on Saturday - as much as she could - and then take a break and meet Jonah for dinner on Saturday night.
"Well, see ya later, Jonah," she said with a small smile. She didn't want to leave the conversation boy, but she didn't want to keep him from work when she knew that he'd already have to run back to the cafe and get some more coffee and pastries for his boss. She turned up her music again, gave him one last wave, and continued on her jog.
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:20:07 GMT -5
Riley Capps Type 2 (gala x rabbit)
Malakai was too good for Riley to lose. He was her best friend and so good in so many ways. He was kind and caring and sweet and just such a good guy. He had only been part of her life for a year or so, but he was definitely one of the best guys that she'd ever befriended.
She could only hope that he felt the same way she did. She didn't know how high the chances of that were... After all, they'd been best friends for a year. What if he had never seen her as any more than a good friend? A best friend?
She was still laying on her bed, pillow clutched to her chest. Her eyes were locked on the door, picturing Kai on the other side. Had she messed it up even more by overreacting? Maybe it was an overreaction, but Riley was easily embarrassed. When she'd admitted her feelings and not gotten a response, her mind had jumped to the worst possible outcome... okay, maybe not the worst, but she also knew he wasn't the kind to laugh in her face Which probably would have been the truly worst outcome.
When she felt Kai's arms around her, she found herself collapsing against his chest. She settled in his arms, almost surprised by the action, but happy to see that Malakai wasn't too thrown off by what she'd admitted. When he pulled away, she looked up at him with uncertainty in her blue eyes.
"Process?" she repeated. She knew he must have needed time to process what she'd said, but she was still embarrassed by what had come out of her mouth and her sudden overreaction to his reaction. She still looked unsure as she watched him, looking for anything more from Malakai.
When he admitted what he did, Riley stared at him for a moment... Just like he'd stated at her. "Malakai..." she whispered, her blank face morphing into a slight smile and then a small chuckle. "Malakai Wolff," she repeated, laughing harder. "I can't believe it... So what does this mean for us now? Are we... are we gonna start dating?" She wasn't sure where to go from here. Her only actual relationship had been with Russel before he died. Malakai was the only other guy that made her feel the way Russ did.
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:20:30 GMT -5
Goose Moose Type 1 (moose)
Goose was slightly embarrassed by the ruckus he'd caused, but it wasn't unusual either. He didn't cause damage to the store's books... usually, but that didn't mean he wasn't embarrassed.
Even now, a father and his daughter had poked their heads over from another aisle to see what had happened. "I-It's okay, sir," he said, watching as the man and girl returned to their browsing. That's when he'd quickly rushed to fix the books and head up front to talk to Chip.
The moose hybrid whistled as his big body pushed its way towards the front checkout. He ducked his head at one point to keep his antler from taking out a low hanging light, but he didn't cause any more damage until he'd reached Chip.
He found himself surprisingly relieved when Chip agreed to grab lunch with him. They were friends and he knew that she enjoyed spending time with him, but that didn't keep him from being the slightest bit nervous that she wouldn't.
"Yeah. Great. Yeah. I'll definitely wait for you," he said with a slightly nervous smile. He stepped aside and waved to her before heading back to the break room. Once there, he unlocked his locker and slipped his wallet and phone into his pocket. He then took his backpack out and slipped it onto his shoulders before sitting down at a table to wait for Chip.
He pulled out his phone, replying to a message or two and then playing whatever games he had on his phone. He didn't pay much attention to what games he downloaded. He just wanted some stupid entertainment when he had nothing to do.
Like now.
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Post by . on Nov 1, 2018 22:21:00 GMT -5
Kira Baker-Adams Human
Kira was outside much more than her husband, but not quite as much as her son wanted her to be. No, it had always been Kayden that was the outdoorsy type and liked to spend his days in the park with his son.
She tried. So when Casper suggested a picnic, there wasn't much room for Kira to deny her son that. So she'd gone to Perce and, when he'd agreed, started packing up a basket with a simple meal for the little family.
By the time they had found a good spot, she watched Cas run up ahead, carrying a football under one arm. She watched Perce set out the blanket before calling to her son.
"Cas, we found a place," she said. She watched as he seemed to turn without missing a step and jogged back to his parents. Kira had crouched down to begin setting out the sandwiches and bags of chips she'd brought.
"Hey, Papa Perce? Wanna toss the ball around with me?" Cas asked hopefully, holding the football out to his stepfather. "I'll even take it easy on ya," he promised. Cas was easily the most athletic member of their little family, taking more after his father in that aspect.
"Cas, how about we eat first?" Kira suggested, putting an arm around Perce and kissing his cheek. "Then you can tire him out."
Cas grumbled in reluctant agreement and let his worn football drop into the green grass before crossing his legs and sitting down at the blanket.
Kira chuckled and pulled away from her husband to kiss her son's forehead and then sit down between the males. "Cas, we jut left the house. How do you already have dirt on your cheek?" she asked, earning a grumble from the boy.
CreamCrow
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 2, 2018 18:41:43 GMT -5
Ivory Lince iberian lynx shifter
Already rummaging through the freezer, Ivory looked through the packaged stacks of fish that they had caught on their weekend trip. It was mostly salmon and bass with a few crappie thrown in here and there. Ivory herself preferred gamier meat like rabbit or even deer, but she liked fish just as much, especially now. Maybe Levi’s love of fish had rubbed off on the lynx over the time she had known him, not that it was a terrible development in her taste buds or anything, but before Levi she would eat fish sparingly. Now she had it more often, or as often as she could what with living in the city still. And there was the fact that a lot of hybrids had cut out meat entirely. She got that. As part animal eating other animals did seem a bit insensitive, but Ivory hadn’t followed that trend. She knew she couldn’t. She was a predator that needed meat, but she still respected the animals that had been used to help keep her alive, and when she took down the animal herself it was with the utmost respect and care.
Thoughts aside, Ivory pulled out a few of the salmon and a couple of the crappie - variety never hurt anybody. Just as she had assumed the fish had yet to completely freeze, only bits of pieces of them even cold enough to be considered almost frozen. Even still she went over to the sink and began filling it up with hot water. Once it was filled up she placed the packages of fish into the water so that the meat could completely warm up and make for easier cooking.
Okay but, like, do I really have to explain all the cooking stuff, that seems gross. I don’t wanna do that. Shout out to all the role-players out there that describe the food making process. Ten out of ten to ya’ll.
Once she had the fish ready and cooking and all that good stuff that Feather is not going to write about, Ivory turned upon hearing footsteps. Her tufted ears perked up when she registered it as Levi; a smile pulled at her lips as a purr threatened to vibrate against her throat. That purr turned into a faint chuff of amusement at his words. A teasing spark lit up her amber eyes. ”Hmmm, is that a challenge for me to come up with other things a simple bearcoon boy could ask for?” The lynx looked away from him for a moment to check on the fish, making sure it wasn’t about to cause some sort of freak accident that would burn the apartment down. Ivory wanted to get out of this cramped place and the city in general, but she didn’t want to be kicked out before she was ready to purchase the cabin of her dreams. Once she and Levi had the funds for that then she could set the apartment on fire and be kicked out. Or maybe not. The possibility that she would have to pay for the damages done was exceptionally high unless she made it out to be an accident… Okay, she needed to stop thinking about that. She was starting to sound like some sort of pyromaniac that didn’t want to own up to the fires they started. Just for the fact, Ivory was not a pyromaniac nor had she started any fires in her life that weren’t intended for campfires.
Before long the lynx shifter looked back to her boyfriend once making sure that the cooking fish was still good to go. ”You could ask for a place outside of this city, but we’ve already discussed that,” she added. By now they had discussed that particular topic over a million times, perhaps getting closer to two million at this point. Getting out of the city and settling down was just a huge thing for them, of course it would be brought up more often than not.
See I could end this post here but let me just do something here…
After some time the fish was done. Blah blah, Ivory got it all ready and put it on plates and stuff and got the appropriate silverware, got out cups for drinks and stuff. I’m a good role-player, I promise. ”Get ready to be beat,” Ivory mused as she walked out of the kitchen with her plate of fish, heading toward the game. Maybe she was being a tad bit cocky, but she was sure she could beat her boyfriend at a hunting game even while she was eating.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2018 23:18:08 GMT -5
Pluto Rokkett Type 1 Shifter (ferret)
As soon as Chester let go of her, Pluto could feel the wind brushing through her fur as she shot through the sky like some sort of majestic, hairy noodle kite, adrenaline coursing through her veins like fuel for a rocket. The exhilaration caused by her tiny, fluffy body being thrown towards the nearest boat served as a reminder to her that she hadn’t done anything reckless in far too long.
That needed to be fixed.
Finally the surface of the boat came in sight and the demon noodle prepared to land, deciding to throw in a little flare as she went. Which meant that as soon as she was close enough, she began to shift from ferret to ferret hybrid. Not a smart move on her part as that made the impact faster and harder and it wasn’t long before Pluto hit the floor, landing awkwardly on her arm.
Pain shot through her, and the girl quickly scurried into a sitting position to look her arm over. ”Fiddlesticks...” That hurt. Nothing was broken, just bruised. ”Alright Pluto, maybe go easy on the landing next time,” she lectured herself softly, staying where she was for a few moments longer before springing up to her feet and hurrying to the edge of the boat, waving excitedly down at Chester. ”Yo, Franny! I’m up here now, and I’m not dead!” She cheered as if that was some sort of victory.
The victory was short lived however as it wasn’t long before Pluto came to a realization and quickly glanced around the boat, tail swishing behind her as she fidgeted for a moment before looking back to Chester. ”Hey uh, Franny,” the ferret hybrid started, looking down at the homeless guy that she was now robbing a boat with. Man what a crazy day?
”What...what do I do now? I’ve never done this before,” she explained, calling down to him. It was possible that Chester had already explained what Pluto was supposed to do to her, however it wasn’t as if she was well known for her listening. She may have made it to the boat but that didn’t mean their worries were over.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2018 23:19:17 GMT -5
Nero Marley Type 1 Hybrid (cat)
Oh, a burger! Nero had always wanted to try one of those. Maybe this place would be fun, and if anything else it made for a great last meal...hopefully, it would really suck if he spent what little money he had on a burger that he didn’t even end up liking but by then it was too late and he died anyways. That would be sad. However that wasn’t the point here, the point was that maybe for a change, Nero could try a hamburger, something a lot of people did seem to like so that was something at least, right?
The cat shook his head for a moment to clear it, looking back to Dakota as he followed after him like a little lost puppy - irony of him being a cat hybrid set aside - Dakota just seemed to know what he was doing. Nero envied that. The panther shifter seemed to sure of himself and so...so cool, all things that Nero was not. It both caused Nero to envy and respect him. Maybe one day, if he survived the weekend, he could try and be as sure of himself as Dakota seemed to be.
Though, what was the chance of that happening? Not very well. Nero was a realist, not an optimist after all.
Finally realizing that he had yet to say anything, Nero put his focus back on Dakota, offering the other feline a smile. ”A shifter, huh? Guess I’m just some sorta...shifter magnet,” he joked lightly, letting out a small purr in amusement. It was sort of funny to him that he was surrounded by shifters. Nero would never be a shifter, in fact he was lucky to be a hybrid at all. But it was kind of funny that no matter what, Nero always found himself in the company of shifters.
When asked if there was anything else Nero could tell Dakota, he merely shrugged again and looked down. ”Not that I can think of...” he trailed off, pausing for a second before he looked back up to Dakota. ”What about you? What can you tell me about yourself?” He asked, hoping that Dakota would bite and change the subject with him.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Nov 13, 2018 9:11:14 GMT -5
Chester B. Francis Hyena and Pronghorn Hybrid Chester watched Pluto fly through the air like some sort of strange noodle bird. She then was out of sight, but not out of ear shot. She landed with a large thud which at first surprise Chester but Pluto most likely had shifted in mid air. Chester waited until she called down to him. "Is there a rope you could toss down? If not you may have to do this all your self ferret girl." Chester called back up. "Also we should be as quite as we can, i'm not going to jail robbing a boat with a ferret." Chester joked. The hyena prong horn hybrid checked over his shoulder to make sure no one has spotted them yet. Chester wasn't about to get caught again, jail definitely wasn't his thing and this time he would most be there for a long time and Pluto could get into some trouble and set away or something.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 13, 2018 23:59:15 GMT -5
Moore Clayton type 2 hybrid (american alligator and keeshond hound) Pretend he didn't witness the girl simply licking the sandwich. Moore could do that. He would rather do that. As she said something about really, really, he gave a small, "Mmhmm," as his coworker said something, something, cool.
Their conversation continued, though he couldn't say he was really focused on it. He thought that Mellow attempted to continue the conversation of self-cannibalism. It was gross and he didn't know where that aspect started really. "Ooo! Yes, yes, yes!! You should try, and you should tell me about it too!! I don't have that option since my tail is little more than a stub, fluffy, cute, maybe not chic, but I like it, just I can bend like that to give it a bite."
He wasn't really amused with his coworkers free and excited attitude, but he supposed not everybody had bills to pay, food to get, were taking classes, had a large lack of sleep, and had a job that led to situations like finding a shifter kid who didn't have parents and was basically starving. It was just... a slight difference between the doggator and snow hare.
He was just glad when she finally shifted, ignoring the way Mellow nodded her head in understanding at the dropping of a perfectly good sandwich on the floor- BUT HEY, WASN'T LIKE IT WAS HIS OR A WASTE OF FOOD. Dirtying it on the floor seemed worse, but he supposed it wasn't a waste since she seemed to be willing to eat it.
Wrapping the bandage around her leg, once finished, he took a large sigh, sitting in one of the chairs in the room watching as she ate. Looking to Mellow, he asked with a dullness in his eyes, "How much longer you on lunch break?"
"Hmmm. Oh! Actually, Moore, I'm done for the day. Was just hanging back for a bit," the rabbit said with a funny grin, hanging back on her toes a bit.
"Okay, good. Stella, I'm putting you under the watch of Mellow. Mellow, try not to kill the cat, but I need to get back to work so.... yeah. Have fun!" Moore said quickly. Before the girl could even refuse, he ditched the room. He only heard a cheerful yes, from the rabbit, as he returned to work.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 14, 2018 0:01:38 GMT -5
Sorreni Cascade Walters type 4 hybrid (gentoo penguin, veiled chameleon, florida white rabbit, and rose breasted cockatoo) "It certainly is something that happens once in a blue moon," Sorreni responded. She felt as though getting dizzy from hanging upside down happened to much. Her sister just did it so much, she was immune. Unfortunately, Sorreni didn't seem to get whatever odd bat DNA her sister did. Where she got the ability to survive so long like this was anybody's guess, but it was simply one more thing in favour of Cres.
Sorreni wished she had just continued arguing against it as soon as her sister smiled, yellow flashing in Sorreni's face now. "I admit it is not the best way to handle the situation despite being one, don't twist my words now," she argued, "It's still unhealthy for your body and mind and just because it keeps you awake doesn't mean staying awake all hours of a day is what you need."
She could only find herself giving a small roll of the eyes, trying to ignore the smug expression on her sister's face. Wasn't it a thing where you had to be careful about what you said around your siblings in the fear they used it against you? Sorreni could only find truth in the saying as of this moment. And previous ones, but this one was the one that mattered.
Especially when she was the oldest. "Positive. Mind, body, and spirit. There is plenty of evidence for it. I'm healthier and make good life choices that involve not drinking caffeine as though it is my blood, and even more incriminating being you are the star of the show and focus of everything. All the younger sisters are." Perhaps that was more bs than preferred, but it was still a very accurate representation Sorreni felt.
Moving onto the topic of Chamo's outfits though, she found a smile forming on her face at the thought. "At this point, you may as well be a proper chameleon princess, circus, regal, or otherwise. Outfits, admirers, talents and skills like none other, and descended from a famous line of people. If not already there, you are close."
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 14, 2018 0:03:15 GMT -5
Dixon Kyles type 2 hybrid (fallow deer and friesian horse) "Ah, right. All the flying makes for easy getting around I suppose. Though, in some cases, wings may be flashy enough to warrant some attention otherwise... Though, they may equally get in the way of other more.... space confining jobs." That sounded okay, Dixon supposed. Perhaps a little... unorganized, but it was relatively fine. He didn't think it sounded.... that rude.
After all, it wasn't his fault large wings knocked over too much stuff to be considered good for work. So Apollo had an acceptable job, even if it sounded.... unclean. Imagine all the germs and bugs that hit a flying hybrid. He was relieved his brother had the mourning dove and not him.
Though the fact that he- he had nothing interesting going on in his life was disappointing. Shameful. Disgusting. Looking up as Apollo tried to question him, wide blue eyes. "My life." The two words were as dramatic as dramatic goes. The only thing missing was Dixon falling onto a silken couch, hand pressed to his forehead as he gasped dramatically.
"My life needs to be fixed now. Out of everything in my stunning life, the only thing planned is my first photo shoot and- I absolutely can't stand this. Where- where is my often meeting with fans, people who adore me. Where are my special invites to high places and parties- where is the drama?"
He moved across the table slightly, closer to Apollo a concern on his face unlike any other concern in the world. "Apollo! I don't even have a boyfriend! My life is in shambles! One thing in the millions I could be doing! And in it all, not even a partner!"
He flung himself back a little. There it was. The dramatic hand to the forehead as he sighed a disappointing sigh. "My life- can I even call it a life?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 14, 2018 0:04:21 GMT -5
Oberon Alfredo Balcazar type 2 hybrid (polar bear and cat) "Not only are you smart, MK, but you, my darling, are a genius~!" Obie purred out. It was even just the words he was purring now, but he could feel the rumbling in his chest. He loved her with all his heart, how could he not?
She was literally the most perfect girl in all of existence and the chances of her picking him! A dumb polar cat!
He gave a small laugh at that. "I'd say my brain, but I think it's simply filled with love for you, room for food just doesn't make sense there. Ah! You are simply my life in every way!" he said with a smile on his face. It was only the truth. As she attempted to swingle his items, he gave a small laugh before moving towards her, grabbing her in his arms. "But who else would I give it to? But my one true love~ I do dearly hope you'll my most prized item, though can I really call her my own, for she is too great to be owned by any~ my dear McKenna?"
Taking into consideration of her words, he nodded slowly enough. "No, no, you're absolutely right. Though the sandwich gives me temporary bliss, only one keeps it constant and forever. How could I even consider trading the two? Please, please my darling, forgive me for even considering it. Take me back~!"
Taking another bite as she picked up hers, he gave a very pleased sound. "Video games, perhaps? We recently got that new one-... remind what it was called?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 14, 2018 0:04:37 GMT -5
Percival Baker-Adams type 1 human hybrid (lyrebird) "I'd certainly hope you'd take it easy on me, I'm pretty weak compared to you after all," Percival agreed, giving a light grin. Moving to rough up his son's hair, he moved to opening the basket. "But mom's right, need that energy and then we can see how long I last against you, huh?"
He chuckled, taking out some of the food and putting it in a nice arrangement on the blanket. "He is a master at it, don't you think? Though, in his defense, the world is covered in dirt and a patch of it may have just chosen to land on his face, no?" He gave a small laugh.
(im so sorry this is short)
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 15, 2018 18:30:48 GMT -5
Stella Bella cat shifter
This felt so, so much better. Being a cat was so much more natural than being a human. It was nice to have paws again. Feet always felt weird to Stella. They were like squishy puddles of gelatin or something, that’s what human feet were like. Playing with squishy gelatin was fun, but walking on squishy gelatin wasn’t. That was just pure fact.
Gelatin human feet aside, Stella went to chewing on the ham sandwich that had so graciously been given to her moments before. She liked chewing on the edges first, tearing at the bread to eat that first before really getting to the good part - the meat. It was always smart to leave the best part for last. Stella could be smart when she wanted to be, look at her go.
Okay this post is actually gonna be really crappy??? Oops. Actual cat Stella is doing that thing where she runs around the room really fast to see how much of a mess she can create. Stella, stop, it’s 3am.
As she ate the sandwich she was vaguely aware of the two museum workers talking to one another. Her ears angled forward, listening to the two go on about whatever they were going on as she devoured the sandwich. A part of her thought about saving some of the meal for later, but she decided against it. She might as well eat all of it now. What if she took it out of the museum and then something else stole it? She couldn’t have that, even if she knew that by eating this entire sandwich she was more than likely going to throw it all up in about thirty minutes because her stomach couldn’t handle it all. Oops. But don’t worry, she’d probably end up eating that too. Yeah, she was gross. But, hey, she couldn’t just let a whole meal go to waste just because her stomach had rejected it.
As she finished it all up she looked up, swiping her tongue around her jaws to lick off any remaining crumbs that were on her muzzle. A purr vibrated in the back of her throat as she turned her round amber eyes on the two. Her attention turned to Moore when he spoke up, hearing her name. Wait. He was leaving already? Oh, that was sad. ...But then again he hadn’t given her a sandwich. He had bandaged her up which was cool and all, but sandwiches were totally better than band-aids. She could have licked her scrape clean anyway. Though she had enjoyed her time with the dogagator, so she did feel a bit sad that he was deciding to leave. That left her with Mellow, though, and she really liked Mellow.
Now with Moore having left the room, Stella had her attention fully on Mellow. She let out a happy little trill and padded over to the rabbit girl, tilting her head and pressing up against the other hybrid, back arching as she moved her body across Mellow’s legs. She liked Mellow a lot, and now that they were without Moore the tortoiseshell shifter could only begin to wonder what they would be able to get into.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 16, 2018 1:57:42 GMT -5
Mellow Marley Cadencian type 1 hybrid (snow hare) "You are so so so so so cute!!" Mellow let out with happy little chirps, moving to pat the little cat. Now, Mellow could have continued that with cat's head, but then the pat and cat wouldn't have rhymed and that was dearly important to the creation of that sentence. "Okay, okay, Moore put me in charge of you...."
It was a terrible choice. Not only was Mellow aware of this, but she was determined to make the worst of this situation. Which, probably didn't help, but you know? Sometimes, fun required.... the destruction and burning of a city.
She wasn't actually going to burn down this stuff, right?" Wait. "Did I just say that out loud?"
Oops. "Well then, since burning down a city is slightly illegal, want to get up to some other fun shenanigans kitty? I'd offer robbing a store, but I think that's illegal too.... so.... want to crash a party?"
"Don't know whose but-" It would be worth it, and fun, and maybe they'd be able to find some object along the way.... Like from a store. As a present to their going to be gracious hosts. Hopefully. If things didn't go wrong.
Was Mellow a terrible person? Probably. But the idea of this was going to be fun! They were just going to be celebrating someone possibly and wasn't that freaking great? Appreciation, greatness, and then maybe a head to the gym and home.... and somewhere trying to figure out where to bring Stella so the kitty was in a good place, but cool people couldn't be choosers. Then again, Mellow wasn't really cool.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Nov 16, 2018 4:32:21 GMT -5
OOC:Maynard Skarovski
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖IC: May smiled slightly at the look, a little amused. Mostly because he knew that if he had seen her drinking coffee as he was, he would have acted in exactly that same way. As Jemima spoke, May nodded in response, before pushing his cup away slightly from him. “Actually, I won't drink anymore, I'm awake now anyway,” he said softly. He wasn't totally alert to be honest, but that wouldn't take long till he was, and besides he didn't want to worry his dear wife by drinking caffeine.
Slowly May nodded, looking down for a moment. “If your completely certain my Jem. If I start suffocating in paper, you'll be the first I'll come to.” There was slight reluctance in his voice. Not because he didn't trust his wife with the work, he certainly did, it's just because May was naturally a stubborn person. He had to be, it's what made him good at dealing with people like Capucine, however it was a little annoying with his wife. He tried to be less stubborn for her, but he still was, at least a little bit.
Maynard kept his gaze on her eyes as she searched his to see if he was telling the truth or not. He stayed still, letting her complete her search until she tipped her head, slowly shaking it. His smile grew larger as she looked back up and brought her tail to poke him in the nose with it. “I promise, I will be. Family comes before work,” he said, softly running his fingers along the soft fluff at the end of her tail. “I have to admit it gets quiet that late. I'm surprised I don't wake you when I do get to bed,” the man added with a small laugh. When he went to bed his wife was near always fast asleep, all curled up like she was. It always put a smile on his face.
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