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Post by Rena DeVito on Nov 11, 2010 9:26:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/nz3a8m.jpg] "rips its food and swallows it... I'M gonna rip IT up and swallow IT whole since IT stole MY hotdog. uggg..." "NO." Brian looked abashed, as if the intensity of his own voice frightened him. "I-i-i m-mean, Ocelots are p-protected in the United St-states. There's estimated to be l-less then a h-hundred left of them in the U.S. This little guy has to be p-pretty hardy to last this long." The fact that the pale boy was probably just being satirical went over Brian's head completely. Now thinking that the other boy was going to go on the offensive and possibly try to hurt him, Brian kept a wary eye on him. Chex clutched his belly, and sat down, giving the ocelot a dirty look. Relaxing a bit, Brian turned his attention back on the ocelot. "atleast you're quite content with your belly... so um... kid. what's your name and why do you care so much about the...errr... ocelot?" Brian opened his mouth to respond, but at the same minute, the ocelot dashed up, snatched the food out of Brian's hands and then backed away. Brian watched the ocelot for a moment, before digging through his backpack and lunch box, looking for more food. "Here." He said, holding out an apple for Chex. Still looking through the lunchbox with his other hand, he was trying to find more meat for the ocelot. Poor thing looked as though it hadn't eaten in days. Not finding any more meat, Brian sat back dejected. "Sorry buddy. No more food." He whispered, aware that the ocelot's sensitive hearing would pick it up.
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Some of the endangered Ocelot information came from a source two years, or so, old. Just roll with it |D
AND AND AND.
OOOOOO. TOKI WENT OVER THE WORD COOOUUUNNTTTT...Shame on her. 3<
Ironically though, I also went exactly 270 words. BUT. IF YOU TAKE OUT WHAT CHEX SAYS, MY POST IS MUCH SHORTER. UNDER THE APPROPRIATE LENGTH. I'm not gunna count reposting what Chex/Damien say ^_^;;
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Post by -иoxx on Nov 15, 2010 20:56:43 GMT -5
eyes staring at the ocelot, jumped yet again as the feline lept forward for the sandwich. 'you fowl little beast...' teeth grinding against one another, glared at the ocelot. for such a small thing it seemed to have quite a big stomach, and an appetite to match. but as a bright red apple was handed to him, attention was immediately diverted towards "food... thanks." perking up immensely, smiled as teeth sunk into the apple and noisily began chomping away at the edible material. eating the apple down to the core, ate even the core in three hasty swallows and gulps. not only in a hurry to devour the food because his hot dog had been unconstitutionally stolen from him, but because that stupid cat seemed ready to eat everything and anything that came within reach. "so bookworm, either we've got a very domesticated ocelot here, or it's something else, something more malicious." obviously chex wasn't going to say shifter in front of brian, but there was no way something this used to humans and bold 'escaped from a zoo'. "i vote you get one side and i get the other, and depending how it acts, we'll know whether it comprehends english." the white haired boy narrowed gleaming red eyes which looked abnormally malicious, hoping to somehow determine the rooting of the hot dog-snatching-sandwich-eating-stupid-cat. "come on, let's get 'em."
{--- Words} {chex in human form} {SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! BUSYBUSYBUSY!}
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 21, 2010 22:18:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,347,true] | [atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2n9i5h0.jpg]“Sorry buddy. No more food.” Damien's ear twitched as he glanced up from chewing his food. At least he had anything at all. He flicked his icy blue eyes toward the white-haired boy, finding an odd satisfaction as he tensed in anger. It was a funny thing that this... kid was the one feeding them, and not the other way around. However, Damien didn't stay on that thought long. Who cared anyway? As he resumed eating, the ocelot shifter kept one ear out for the conversation. “So bookworm, either we've got a very domesticated ocelot here—“ Haha, domesticated. “—or it's something else, something more malicious.” Malicious? As if Damien were anything but. What did he mean by malicious though? Surely he didn't seem scary, just hungry. Even the nerd boy could see it. “I vote you get one side and I get the other, and depending how it acts, we'll know whether it comprehends English. Come on, let's get 'em.” His red eyes sparked with desire for revenge. Oh shit. What could he do now? There were no trees near by, and certainly he couldn't let them find out he could understand them. What then? Perhaps... perhaps he could just... back up? Would that even work? Animals backed up when they were frightened right? Turn tail and run? He could try to find some food somewhere else... ________________ | 231 words | | Sorry for the wait. |
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Post by Rena DeVito on Dec 5, 2010 20:00:57 GMT -5
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Brian was painfully aware of the way Chex was hatefully glaring at the ocelot, and didn't particularly care for it. Fortunately though, when he gave the boy the apple - bruised as it was - the boy perked up and happily bit into it. "food... thanks." Brian blinked as the boy downed even the core of the apple. That was a bit unusual. He must have gone all day without food. "so bookworm, either we've got a very domesticated ocelot here, or it's something else, something more malicious." Brian nodded, wondering what Chex meant by more malicious. The only thing he could think of was that the feline might be a shifter - however, what were the statistical chances that both Chex and the ocelot were shifters? It had to be a very small number. Brian got distracted, mentally adding up the numbers in his head. He jumped when Chex spoke again, and glanced at the boy, brown-gold eyes wide. "i vote you get one side and i get the other, and depending how it acts, we'll know whether it comprehends english." Brian shifted nervously, uncomfortable with how this was going. This sounded suspiciously like bullying - and Brian knew better then anyone what it felt like to be trapped and surrounded by people who didn't understand you. "come on, let's get 'em."
Brian glanced at the ocelot, eyes filled with fear. The owl shifter didn't want to scare the ocelot, the poor thing looked terrified enough. Directing an earnest gaze towards Chex, Brian swallowed hard and timidly said, "O-or. M-maybe we c-could just leave it alone? She i-isn't hurting anything." Brian swallowed again, and glanced at the ocelot, hands twisting nervously together. "I-i'm Brian." The boy said attempting to distract Chex from the cat.
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Ahahah. Brian called Damien a she. Revenge for the "nerd boy" comment >333
If Chex does go after Damien, Brian probably wouldn't intervene |D He'd just be like, "RUN KITTY. RUN DDD'8" Or, he may shift and attack Chex. Hrrmmm...I'm not sure if he'd be more likely to stand up for Damien in animal form. Could be. -contemplative face-
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