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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 8:30 pm
 Polka crouched forward, the spotted fur on her neck brushing lightly against the emerald grass. Her multi-colored tail flicked this way and that while her bright blue eyes stared straight ahead with the intensity of a thousand bugs flickering to their doom after an encounter with a lamplight.
Suddenly, she pounced, her front paws stretched towards the apple she had been “hunting.” She managed to grab it, but she had pushed off with too much force, and she ended up rolling head over paws, stopping only once she had managed to get a few feet from her original position. But she had held onto the fruit, and she rolled it cheerfully from paw to paw, her previous misstep already forgotten.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:23 pm
 Beau was hunched over watching Polka frolic in the grass. A small frown was etched on his face, the energy of the fox annoying him. He was only annoyed because she happened to be so colorful. Unlike him. But he wouldn't admit this anyone else for he didn't know that he was jealous. He just happened to find other animals happier than him 'annoying'.
He remained hidden, his head resting on his forepaws as he stared dully at Polka, his tail thumping on the ground restlessly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 10:37 pm
Polka had been too absorbed with the apple to notice the sound at first, but eventually, she heard it: a thumping, similar to the sound made when a tail was beating against the grassy floor. She pricked her ears, looking for the source. As soon as she pinpointed it, she stood, head cocked with curiosity. Gripping the apple lightly between her teeth, she approached the sound. From her unhesitating steps, it was obvious she showed no signs of wariness or alert – merely interest for the origin of the familiar noise.
“Yellow!” she called in greeting once she had spotted the lion, although it came out more as garbled nonsense as the apple prevented legible speech. Apparently oblivious to his hard gaze, she dropped the apple (which, surprisingly, remained unharmed and lacked bruises despite what it had just gone through) and rolled it in his direction as a silent offering.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 2:02 pm
He let out a little growl more from surprise than anger, he scrambled backwards away from the fox as he didn't want her to come near him. Beau had no clue what she had just said, as he merely stared at her, as he continued to back away slowly, wanting to put a large amount of distance between them. He ignored the apple, still staring at Polka warily his tail now poised in the air.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:10 pm
Polka paused in her approach, eyeing the lion’s (who she determined was a male from his scent) scars and aggressive appearance. His eyes were shut slightly in a glare, and a fang protruded from his jaws. Anyone could see he was dangerous, but instead of leaving or growling some sort of challenge, she merely widened her eyes and glanced at a tree behind him.
“It’s a squirrel!” she yelled, scrambling to the bush the lion had hid behind. She crouched and crawled under its leaves and motioned hurriedly with a paw for the male to join her. “Hurry! Else they’ll steal your socks!” she warned, her voice dead serious.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:41 pm
If he wasn't so tense, Beau would have definitely been extremely taken aback from Polka's outburst. The lion merely blinked, teeth still slightly bared, he didn't have socks. Why should he care so much? Backing away even more, as he wanted to make the distance inbetween them greater, he cautiously sat down on his haunches, wondering what was the big deal about some stupid squirrel anyways.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 1:11 am
Polka stared at the lion, wide eyed for a few moments before finally gasping. A loud gasp at that. "What are you doing?! They'll take your socks!", she yelled, a look of despair plastered on her face. Then, with a determined look she burst out of the safety of her bush and into Beau, tumbling them both into a bush directly under the tree of said squirrel. Her head popped out of the bush immediately, mostly covered in twigs and leaves and she scanned the area carefully before returning her attention to the lion beside her.
"I think the coast is clear, but you can never be too sure with them squirrels. Tricky little devils they are.", she whispered, eyes darting from him to the tree and back at him. "I'm Polka, but you can just call me Polka for short. And you are?", she asked with a smile as wide as the universe, and all the little planets that inhabited it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:28 pm
What the hell with the socks?! He was a lion! He had no socks! Nor did he find the need for them! Though...they might be useful in protecting his feet and legs from scratches. He couldn't think further as Polka had tackled him and rolled him into a bush. Beau let out a yelp, and then growled as he twisted himself upwards. Why was he even going with this?!
So her name was Polka. Not 'Crazy-Psycho-Fox-That-Pushed-Him-into-a-bush-because-squirrels-steal-socks'. Beau shook himself, wanting to get the twigs and leaves out of his mane and fur. He felt a sharp pain in his forepaw. He raised it to inspect it, seeing a fresh cut from probably a rock or twig. Ignoring what Polka was babbling on about, he licked his paw gingerly, trying to clean the cut.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 7:54 pm
Immediately, Polka’s look turned into one of concern as the sharp, coppery smell of blood reached her. She crouched and maneuvered around the underside of the bush until she could see his injured paw, and her ears flattened guiltily. She had only meant to save him – and his socks – from the squirrels, not harm him.
Unfortunately, healing was not her forte. Still, she vaguely remembered a conversation she had where it was mentioned that plants held healing properties. She wasn’t sure if it was limited to few or if all plants had the ability, but it never hurt to try, as far as she was concerned. Quickly grasping grass and fallen leaves with her toes, she sprinkles it on the male’s leg and watched it curiously. She half-expected the wound to glow and then heal itself at a quick pace but, trying to be realistic, decided the best they could do was close it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 3:26 pm
Beau continued to lick his cut, peering at what Polka might be doing. Was she...crinkling leaves? He stopped to watch her now as she sprinkled it over his paw. The albino lion blinked slowly, staring at his paw then her. He finally opened his mouth, "...Did you really think that was going to help...?" he asked in a flat, monotonous tone. Beau stared at the leaves and grass on his paw.
The thought was nice, but it wasn't going to really help his paw get any better. He merely shook it off, wincing slightly as the air whizzed by his cut. "Thanks though." he muttered before going back to lick it once more.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:27 pm
Polka didn’t answer for some time, wondering if the lion was being sarcastic. It didn’t seem he was, however, as the leaves did little to help, as far as she could see. Well… at least they made his paw smell sort of planty. This could help lure the squirrels away. They didn’t go after plants.
At the thought, an idea came upon her, and she rolled around on the fallen foliage around her. It wasn’t long until the grass, leaves, and occasional twig clung between strands of her fur, making her look like… well, like someone who had just rolled around in foliage.
“This’ll keep the squirrels away,” she said, nodding.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 7:37 pm
Beauregard blinked slowly, his dull red eyes watching Polka roll around in the leaves, "Is there a reason why...?" he started. His paw was relatively okay now. It didn't hurt as much anymore. Not that pain was a new thing to him. His hide was always more fragile compared to the other animals. Probably cause of his albino-trait. Well whatever it was, he was rather used to it so it didn't disturb him really.
"...Why are you so worried about squirrels?" he asked, "They can't hurt you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 11:11 pm
Polka stared at him, unblinking. “I already told you, didn’t I? They can do worse than hurt you. They can take your socks.” She stood, the occasional loose leaf falling off her fur, and looked around, ensuring their safety. She decided to change the topic of conversation. Evidently, the thought of sock-stealing squirrels wasn’t something one could discuss calmly.
“Are you okay?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice, as she inspected his paw. He didn’t seem to mind it now, which thrilled her. Obviously, it meant the leaves and grass had worked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 11:03 am
Beau couldn't help but let out an agitated growl, "But I don't have any socks!" he lifted up his paw to show her. "You don't either!" the albino lion motioned to Polka's paws. "We have paws. Why would we need socks?!" he said in a rather whiny voice.
He nodded, "I'm good." he blinked looking at his paw, at least the leaves had gotten out of his cut.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 11:14 pm
Polka merely stared for a moment. Then for two moments. Then for three, and the vicious cycle just went on from there. She shook her head then, and when she stopped she looked at Beau with a genuine look of sympathy on her face. "Denial.", she said quietly at first. "That's the first step of what happens when squirrels scar one for life.", her expression instantly brightened then, as if she'd just forgotten what all she'd just said. "But no worries! I can teach you, young grasshoppah, to appreciate the sock once more!"
Polka smiled, a smile only a Polka could pull off. "That's good!"
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