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aworldforusall2016-01-06 10:42 pm
nanabi_no_taizai) wrote in aworldforusall2016-01-06 10:42 pm
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WHO: A Completely Normal Fox™ (Kurt) and everyone else!
WHERE: Some park somewhere
WHEN: Somewhere near the beginning of the year
OPEN/CLOSED: Open!
PROSE OR BRACKETS: I will be using brackets, but you can use prose if you like!
WARNINGS: Possibly trickery, but mostly just pure adorableness.
[It's a strange sight to some people, maybe. A park filled with people or pets -- even less filled because of the usual cold -- is still noisy and intimidating to wild animals, so having a small little fox just confidently stride out into it is quite a sight. It's a pretty thing, covered in really fluffy fur, pure white but for the black spots on its paws, back legs, ears, and tail tip. It even seems to have different colored eyes... one purple, one green! Though perhaps most noticeably... and it doesn't seem to be the least bit intimidated by the dogs around. In fact, it's the other way around: the dogs seem rather insistent on staying away from it!
The little fox trots around the park happily, beelining for any person who has any kind of food it can sniff out. Once it's gotten the person's attention, it proceeds to roll around on its back, stand up on its back legs, give little yips or chatter, and anything cute it possibly can until they give up and give it at least something. A few brave enough to try petting it are rewarded by feeling just how soft that fur is and getting a friendly lick from the fox itself.
Of course, things are never as they seem, and those who can pick up on it will be able to easily feel the aura of trickery and age hanging around the fox like a cloak. He can't manage to hide that, but it doesn't really matter. He's not too worried about someone singling him out.
Spotting yet another person, he trots up to them, sitting up on his back legs to wave his paws in the air in the cutest way he can manage.
Yip yip! How about sharing?]
WHERE: Some park somewhere
WHEN: Somewhere near the beginning of the year
OPEN/CLOSED: Open!
PROSE OR BRACKETS: I will be using brackets, but you can use prose if you like!
WARNINGS: Possibly trickery, but mostly just pure adorableness.
[It's a strange sight to some people, maybe. A park filled with people or pets -- even less filled because of the usual cold -- is still noisy and intimidating to wild animals, so having a small little fox just confidently stride out into it is quite a sight. It's a pretty thing, covered in really fluffy fur, pure white but for the black spots on its paws, back legs, ears, and tail tip. It even seems to have different colored eyes... one purple, one green! Though perhaps most noticeably... and it doesn't seem to be the least bit intimidated by the dogs around. In fact, it's the other way around: the dogs seem rather insistent on staying away from it!
The little fox trots around the park happily, beelining for any person who has any kind of food it can sniff out. Once it's gotten the person's attention, it proceeds to roll around on its back, stand up on its back legs, give little yips or chatter, and anything cute it possibly can until they give up and give it at least something. A few brave enough to try petting it are rewarded by feeling just how soft that fur is and getting a friendly lick from the fox itself.
Of course, things are never as they seem, and those who can pick up on it will be able to easily feel the aura of trickery and age hanging around the fox like a cloak. He can't manage to hide that, but it doesn't really matter. He's not too worried about someone singling him out.
Spotting yet another person, he trots up to them, sitting up on his back legs to wave his paws in the air in the cutest way he can manage.
Yip yip! How about sharing?]
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When the little fluff ball wanders over and tries to cute his way into a bit of sausage, Soma doesn't even bat an eye at the aura it's projecting. The dogs are avoiding him too, after all, and so are their owners. One demon in sheep's clothing to another, Soma offers the floof what remains of the sausage - a pretty decent meal, all things considered, for a normal animal of that size.
Of course, that's no more an ordinary fox than Soma is an ordinary young man.]
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