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Post by Skylos on Nov 17, 2021 5:53:53 GMT -6
Cat friend has good sharp nails that get my itches where I can't reach. He's warm and fluffy and makes me feel safe. Good cat. He's rambling on like the cat is his whole world, which honestly is true. Besides him and mate friend Kitri, he knows nothing else. Ok, maybe for the big gleamy eyes that he saw on the sky once, looking at him in shades of not red not blue both red blue or leaf green. The ohou's mouth splits and his tongue hangs casually. I love my cat friend. Swift can't believe her ears. This dog is wrong in the head. Or just too young to know? He loves his cat friend like a dog loves his owner. Dogs are very attached to their humans. Granted, her own keeper has human look, but also snox look. But thats not important. But cats don't 'own' dogs. Can they. Thats unusual. wrong sounding. His posing is casual, like he's not ready to spring up and chase her once again. I am a snox. she growls at him. And I don't have teeth growing out of my head. My horns are budding for wintertiime. Which is true. Similar to how she's seen the wild deer creatures who drop their antlers just before the long sleep. 16 tbb 16
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Post by Skylos on Nov 17, 2021 21:12:28 GMT -6
Snox! You are a snox! Kouta almost prances in place at the discovery given by now communicating chasey creature, now a Snox. What is a snox? He asks, head tilting and his flopping ears going with his motion. Surprise. Deep thinking. I am a fox who lives in the snow of winter. I am a sn-ox. the snox's growl tone sounds... exasperated. The ohou works through the reasoning with a scrunched up expression around his eyes... until those big hunky green eyes widen. He looks a bit surprised. Snow fox. Sn-ox. And it flies right over his head. You are a snow fox! Foxes are chasey! This is his instincts telling him foxes are chasey, not his flawed young logic. Are you chasey? Hiss. Snarl. Anger. Oooh, she didn't like that. Swift is angry, yes. Its what she doesn't like about dogs. They are solely attached to the idea of chasing. Predators chase prey. She is not a dog's prey. The dark fur along her back prickles a bit with her hiss, spiking upwards like a cat, fluffing her tail out. Rapidly losing her temper with this dumb hunky dog. She'll teach him a lesson. A snarl, and she leaps downwards. 17 tbb 17
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Post by Skylos on Nov 17, 2021 21:31:01 GMT -6
The ohou hears the snarl, and suddenly his world is all black fur, gleaming white teeth and a blur of angry snox scrambling all over his head trying to bite him. Ouch ow ow ouch! The snox is attacking him! He yelps, and tries to shake her off. Occasionally impacting blindly into the tree, but it was more of a graze then anything else. His paw slips and they tumble down the slight grade, tussling and the snaps and snarls of the angry snox and the yelps of himself. The tussling and rolling lasts and lasts until the snox exhausts herself and goes limp, her teeth deep in his ear. Kouta scrambles up to his feet, feeling ouches all over his head and neck and shoulders. The snox hangs there briefly like some sort of living earring before her teeth dislodge and she falls in a heap at his feet. Concern! A slight whine, as he noses the quiet figure. Are you ok little girl snox? he asks her. The fight is out of her now, and her exhaustion of running and attacking. She can feel the dog standing over her defeat. But instead of that, he is concerned. Whining. Nosing her like she's injured? 18 tbb 18
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Post by Skylos on Nov 17, 2021 21:40:12 GMT -6
I...I am tired... she sighs into the grass. She does not have the endurance to outrun a dog. Most of the reason why foxes, and thus snoxes, run into a den to hide and catch their breath before having to run or turn and fight their pursuers. But the fight has drained from her. One topaz eye squints open. She can see the wet spots she'd inflicted on his ear and his face and neck. Hunky dog doesn't... look good covered in blood. Is little girl snox hurt? Did I hurt you? the dog whines as he noses her again. She doesn't have much energy to push his nose away with a paw. No, she isn't hurt. Just tired. I am not a little cub. I am Swift. she mumbles into the grass. Not hurt... just tired. The worried tension in the dog's posture seems to melt some, and he doesn't nose her again, but instead lays down beside her. Swift is a pretty snox. he woofs, and isn't close enough for her to latch onto his ears again, but being close enough to try and show he wont' chase her. Not right now. Tail wags, and briefly taps at her fluffy long tail. 19 tbb 19
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Post by Skylos on Nov 17, 2021 21:50:02 GMT -6
This cat he kept speaking of has a very loving dog, Swift believes. He's just so simple, and a flatterer, who probably doesn't understand what he's saying to her either. Well, she is one of few snox that chose to walk away from the mansion with humanoids. And now that he's so close, she can smell his musky male smell. Its different from a male snox smell... less earthy. Less wild. He must lead a pampered life with his cat master. But there's a smell of mature male to him that makes... her instinct prickle in a way she hasn't felt before. You are a very foolish dog. Laying so close to your attacker. she grumbles. I am an ohou! My name is Kouta. My master gave me this name because he is good and smart. the dog babbles at her. Even laying down, he's twice her size. Kouta. Hmmm. You are a very foolish ohou then. Swift's tone is lazy, not quite relaxed. She has her thinking paws in gear. Or her thinking paws on instinct mode. Just how foolish and simple is this dog...this ohou. I may attack you again. I may chase you again. he responds back with a tail wag. But can we be friends? .... Perhaps. Friends...with benefits. 20 tbb 20 pumpkin drej -fin
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Post by Yang on Nov 18, 2021 0:40:37 GMT -6
A faint clicking off in the bushes as the echolocation bounces off of woodland here and there; light tricking from between the leaves, the eyeless creature has little interest in the heated play of others, far more invested instead, in sticking to the undisturbed dense underbrush of the nearby edges of the park, looking for a spare mouse or an undisturbed log, where no doubt a hidden treasure trove of goodies would lay undisturbed inside...
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