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bullseying in paixaorpg

you're runnin' wild, it's true. [ complete ]

Jan 10, 2011 17:38

Character(s): Bullseye & OPEN.
Content: Yet another arrival in the city.
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Week 28, Mid-morning
Warnings: Pfft, yeah right.

( Near the entrance, the toy lay just inside of the large gate. )

bullseye, woody, pumbaa, timon, vanaheim

Comments 69

cowardly_hero January 11 2011, 06:47:52 UTC

At first glance, Timon was not sure what he had seen trotting out Vanaheim’s gates. And at second, he was even less sure. Whatever it was, it looked as though it was sad, maybe even lost. He tilted his head to the side, proceeding to watch the creature for a moment before he finally decided to follow it. Uncertain how it would react to another animal, the meerkat kept a fair distance from Bullseye while he observed him. Judging by the look of him, Timon suspected the creature to be some sort of miniature zebra cross. It hadn’t the same renowned stripes but definitely the same structure, more or less. And that thing on it's back. What was that? He drew closer, narrowing his eyes as though to help him see clearer. It's hair looked weird, almost unnatural. It made him wonder what its hair felt like or if it even had hair at all. What was it, hair, skin, fur ( ... )

learntoloveem January 11 2011, 20:29:17 UTC

"...Timon?"

Pumbaa looked right, then left. "Timon...?" Where did he go? Wasn't he just on Pumbaa's head a second ago? But far be it from Pumbaa to leave his bestest best friend alone, so the warthog shrugged and got to searching for the meerkat. Up and down the streets he went, calling out his little buddy's name every few seconds, and receiving a wide berth from all the people who were unfortunate enough to wander near him.

But the question was, how was he supposed to find someone so small, in a place that was so big? It was kind of intimidating at first, but then Pumbaa sat on his rump for a minute. If Timon ran off, where would he have run off to? But he looked up when he heard a very familiar shout of pain.

"Ouch!!"Pumbaa's face lit up with a smile and he trotted over to where Timon had tripped. "There you are Timon! I was looking everywhere for you!" He looked over to what Timon was talking to, and smiled down at the little...zebra-guy. He bent down so he'd be a little more on the small creature's level ( ... )

bullseying January 12 2011, 05:44:52 UTC

The sudden cry definitely startled him. Usually, when it was a human, there was just this -- feeling of knowing before they approached. But the sensation hadn't arisen, as he heard the voice. He turned his neck around first, coming face to face with some sort of animal. Turning the rest of his body around to study the creature, he tilted his head to the side, deciding that Timon probably didn't mean any harm. And being that he was an animal, it was all right to allow him to see his true state.

The wrong way? Did that mean Timon knew the right one?

Before he could make heads or tails of it, another one showed up. This one -- looked a little like a pig, with horns. He was instantly reminded of Hamm, which caused his tail to wag behind him -- also as a greeting -- just then stopped. Both animals Bullseye had never encountered, either living or toy form.

The horse looked from the small one, to the larger one, then back towards the direction he was heading in -- and back to the both of them.

Was it really the wrong way? he attempted to

cowardly_hero January 12 2011, 06:22:58 UTC

Timon looked up at his friend, appearing rather annoyed by Pumbaa’s arrival in contrast to the pig’s cheerful greeting. He could have sworn he had told the swine to stay put, their shady spot sure to be stolen if they were to move. And it was a nice spot too, the perfect spot to relax on a day such as this. A small groan escaped the meerkat while he rubbed his temple, one paw still clutching his aching foot. He turned to face the warthog and scowled. “Pumbaa,” he began sternly. “I thought I told you to stay by the- huh ( ... )

learntoloveem January 12 2011, 07:45:42 UTC

Pumbaa watched with interest as Timon scurried up into his mane, as he'd done probably tens, no dozens, no hundreds of times before. Then he inclined his head toward the little creature, paying careful attention to what it was doing. It reminded Pumbaa of trying to deal with a bug that he wasn't going to eat--wait, no it didn't, Pumbaa hadn't ever met a bug he wasn't going to eat. It reminded him of...well, it reminded him of dealing with something else that couldn't talk that he couldn't think of right at that very second. He was supposed to be paying attention to what the tiny guy was doing anyway.

"I think he's trying to tell you something, Timon. You should listen to him, I bet it's important.