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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 6:10 pm
She had wanted to just cuddle something soft and fluffy. Sadly, the island lacked soft and fluffy things. Oh sure, there were a couple hunters she could hug but one she knew was more itchy, another didn't seem the type to want hugs, and she wasn't sure if another would be okay and she was pretty sure he was due to change his sheets, and Dakota was Dakota he was a Dakota.
So when someone told Solia she could go hugs a thing called 'Foxfires' she had gone down to find them.
And fall in love.
Sure they pooped but then everything poops, and they were too cute and fluffy and in a fit of craving adorable cuddles, Solia didn't think too far a head and proceeded to collect almost all the foxfires in the minipet labs along with a box of fear treats and let them out of their cages. Sitting on the floor for a good hour, handing out treats for cute little faces and even cuter tricks had to end sometime however, and when she moved to pick one up- Part of it fell off.
Israfel-
Oh um... They shouldn't be doing that.
Starting to panic, she picked up another- only for it to start to melt in her hands, little face turning from cute to the saddest thing to have ever existed. Starting to panic, Solia began to futility put them into their cages but the end had begun.
They were melting and she could do nothing to stop it.
Running out of the room, she poked her head out only long enough to yell for help before running back to the various melting poofs and attempting to get them to be stable, offering fear treats in exchange to stop melting.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 12:40 am
Walking down the hallways to check on a rumoured new form of herpicorn, Clarice heard a cry for help further up the way. Shaking her head, techs could be such drama queens, she continued walking at the same pace, checking her phone along the way.
Clerise had sent her a funny picture of a cat.
Smiling brightly, the Life assistant picked up her speed a bit. Maybe if she took a funny picture of one of the feline minipets and put a caption on it, she could send it to the redhead in response. Maybe it would become a thing.
Bouncing a little in her sensible but pretty heels, Clarice peeked into the nearest minipet lab to see if any of them was being spontaneously hilarious and adorable for her immediate benefit. What she was treated to was a scene of awful, tragic horror.
Face frozen in that bright smile, the blonde gritted out cheerfully, 'What the ******** happened in here?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:32 am
Solia’s head snapped at the sound of another human voice. One who’s words didn’t match the tone. But someone all the same. Lifting up her arms, there was a half melted fruit foxfire, face much like the trainee holding it. Sad, confused, and in a form of pain. Solia’s mental, the foxfire’s well. It was melting. Shoving it as best she could into the tank, Solia followed it up with a handful of fear treats, eyes panicking as she tried to explain. “Ils ont commencé à fondre! Je suis désolé! Il ne s'arrêtera pas!“
The French was probably not the way to go about it. “Ah non non non. No. I came to cuddle them and everything was fine and they were jumping and playing and then I picked one up and it started to melt and then they all started to melt and I put them back but they wont stop. Non non, S'il vous plaît arrêter les petits! S'il vous plaît arrêter!"
She spun back trying to encourage the foxfire to reform. “Why aren’t they getting better I gave them almost a whole box of those treats and now they are dying did I poison them? Oh god I’ve poisoned them.” SHE SHOULD HAVE NEVER HAD TRUSTED A BOX WHERE SHE COULDN’T READ THE INGREDIENTS.
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