Saving Children (And Wooing Animals) For Dummies

Jul 19, 2010 23:24

WHO: Olivier and Chibirisu Arthur
WHEN: July 19th, mid-afternoon
WHERE: Liberty Zoo
WHAT: Really, some people need to keep a better eye on their idiot children. And my, my, my. What lovely fur you have, miss fox~!

Warning: both have been proven to be serious health risks. )

status: incomplete, the lion sleeps tonight, england, britannia angel strikes, cameroon, awkwardness: i has it

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godsavemy July 24 2010, 02:41:51 UTC
Oh! Apparently the cubs were hiding or at least were tucked away by the mummy’s chest. Not that Arthur knew that until he crept closer since he didn’t have the eyes of a hawk or an eagle. He just thought those giant balls of fluff from afar were the lion’s paws! ...Or that it was in the midst of balding. Did lions bald like Mister Moran, the local butcher, and giant patches of hair just suddenly fell out? If so, did they also try to cover it up with a rug like Mister Moran?

However, the all important question at hand was immediately discarded once the puffballs started yawning and stretching their little bodies. Cubs! he realised at once, his little eyes widening as the bundles of fur started to trot towards him, curiosity in their eyes.

Yet, just about he was to meet them midway, a gust of wind swooped right past by him. Just as suddenly, if not at the same moment, a hand gripped the back of his collar and pulled, knocking Arthur off balance and almost making him topple backwards.

“What was that for!” he yelled at the obvious culprit, glaring at the man fiercely. About to launch into a grand old whinging fit, Arthur puffed up with rage...before he just as suddenly deflated when he felt a scrabbling at his shoes. The cubs, undaunted by their potential playmate being snatched right before them, had closed the distance and were pawing at his clothes.

“See!” Arthur crowed, squatting down to run his fingers through the coarse, yet somewhat soft fur of the playful cubs. “They’re not dangerous at all!”

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paix_et_makossa July 30 2010, 03:49:01 UTC
This child was a brat.

A horrible, horrible, horrible brat.

...but even so.

Giving the lions a cautious stare, Olivier inched closer once more. Why...hadn't the lioness attacked immediately? At most, she had growled and swiped at them but she hadn't attempted to maul either of them. Lions were dangerous beasts, were they not? So why then...

He flinched.

...what was with that intense look?

Shuddering, he tapped the boy on the shoulder while his eyes remained trained on the large animal. "We're not supposed to be here, child. Regardless if these...animals are dangerous or not."

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Woooo. Two months to the daaaay. godsavemy September 29 2010, 21:23:43 UTC
Giving the interfering man little more than a dismissing brush-off, the boy continued to amuse himself with the cubs who seemed to very much like his attention. He couldn’t say he didn’t delight in theirs either.

“They like me!” he resolutely told the man without turning back. “And the mum…” He cocked his head towards the lioness who had yet to take his eyes off of the man since she had awoken, despite her cubs entangling themselves with something unfamiliar. The boy thought the look was a…little queer, but he couldn’t exactly say why.

“She likes you! Go have fun with her!”

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