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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 6:56 pm
 crouching down Sophia stalked her prey. As it flittered around her abnormally thin and long tail flickered as she watched the orange butterfly land on a nearby leaf. The second it landed she leaped up and pounced on the poor butterfly yelling "ROWAR" all the way.Her jewelry jiggled as she hit the floor. When she landed she immediately jumped back ad watched to make sure she hadn't actually hurt the poor thing, she was just trying to be like a wild cat she saw in a movie her owner let her watch. She thought he was the coolest and even made her owner call her by his name some times. He was Simbah! And on this sunny warm day she felt like she had all the energy she'd need to be as adventurous and courageous as he was. Though in a city as safe and cozy as this city was she didn't think she'd ever really find any adventure. That's why she escaped her owner for the day and was heading for the forest. she would have been a wet blanket about the whole thing and kept her from going. Saying some nonsense like shed get hurt. She was Simbah! And Simbah always won! So she continued to trot towards the forest only stopping here and there to play with butterflies.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 8:29 pm
 A Phox was flopped underneath the shade of the forest trees. Why had he decided to travel to a warm place? At least where he had been he was comfortable. Why did places have to be so hot? It wasn't natural! Maybe he should just go back. Forget about traveling and exploring. Go back to what he knew, what he was comfortable with.
That was it. That was what Jack would do. As soon as he cooled off sufficiently enough to move without collapsing or making a break for the nearest body of water.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 8:09 am
Sophia stopped. She had spotted another soul. She froze in place for a second in an irrational fear that it was her owner coming to take her home. But with in seconds she started back up again as she saw it was a harmless brown Phox with moose horns on his head. He looked like he'd be fun. Maybe he'd play with her? Maybe he'd be scar so she could take him out and be like Simba was in his greatest adventure! She giggled quietly slowly approaching the phox. Though with all the exciting thoughts of being able to play she could help but pick up speed. And by the time she got close to the brown guy she was going to fast to stop. Crashing into the moose phoxs was the only way she stopped and even though it worked and she was safe she had just crashed into a stranger. A polite young thing she jumped back and started to apologize as much as she could. So much even the words became just a jumbled mess. And when she felt she had dug her self in to deep she ducked her head into her paws and hide. Well she hid till she remembered that Simba would never hide and suddenly sat straight up. "Hello kind sir. I am Sophia. I apologize for my earlier dis-disgretchen i hope you may forgive me." She said in a stilted forced out voice that made it obvious she was just repeating words she didn't even understand. But at the end she flashed a huge smile and giggled proud at her ability to remember the long phrase.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 9:16 am
Jack had just closed his eyes when he go blindsided by something. Groaning, he righted himself, shaking his head as something babbled besides him. Opening his eyes, he stared down at a....small Phox. A babbling, fast talking female Phox.
"Uhm....Nice to meet you Sophia?" Jack shifted his axe closer and behind him so the little one couldn't get to it. "I am Jack." He settled down again. "Just make sure you're careful next time and watch where you are going alright?" Jack hadn't thought he was in the way where he was. Then again, with it being a forest, there wasn't a set path. So he very well could have been in the way.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 1:35 pm
"You have horns! Your horns are amazing!" Sophia said as soon as she knew she was forgiven. Her eyes sparkling as she stares at them. They were so long and flat and very different from deer horns. His looked like they would be very comfy. "Can I sleep on your head? Your horns look like they would be very comfortable. Maybe sleeping on them would be like Pumbas tusks. Simba is really cool and he slept on Pumbas tusk one time." She placed her paws on his to balance herself as she stretched to get a closer look.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:04 pm
Jack tried to lean back as Sophia tried to get closer to his horns. "No you cannot. I do not know this 'Pumba'; but if you want to sleep on horns, why not go find him?" Really? Sleep on Jack's head because his antlers looked comfortable? What was up with this girl?
As for comfortable, that was a matter of opinion. Jack didn't notice them much himself. Unless he got them stuck in a bush or low branches. Or when he rolled over onto his back during the night.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:36 pm
Sophia frowned and whimpered when he pulled back. They looked so comfy but he wanted to denied her the chance to test it. He was keeping her from being like Simba and she was sad. And like any sad child she sat down and started to cry. "W-why wont you let me be Simba? Your being meanie butt! I don't like you! you don't even know Pumba or the Lion King! Why are you mean? I just want to sit on your head!" Glaring up at him tears matting up the fur near her eyes as she cried. She was a spoiled child and not getting what she wanted did not go over well with her small mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 4:11 pm
Great. Now the kid was crying. What was it about his antlers that was making her so upset because she couldn't lay on it. "Listen kid. They're mine and I do not like people touching them, much less laying on them. You do not see me crying because you're wanting to hop up there." Sure, he was an adult; but the girl really needed to learn that she couldn't always get what she wanted. If that made him a 'meanie butt' then so be it.
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