Firefox? May I present to you Firepanda!
06-09-2019, 06:01 PM
His poor, poor tail. Armando eyed the reddening, glistening skin balefully. It was a good thing he hadn't seen any red pandas in awhile. The last thing he needed was for a woman to see him like this. The very thought embarrassed him.
The bird was off suddenly and Armando had to scramble to right himself and take off after her. He took great bounding leaps after her, his gaze quickly bouncing between her, the ground and back again. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the fire growing. It was a good thing the bird had decided to help him when it did, because he'd been sure was a safe haven was about to go up in smoke.
Armando started to wheeze again as he ran. He wasn't made for this. This was why he'd loved that big ole moose in the first place. With his long legs and warm back. Had he been less winded and pressed for time Armando might have sighed nostalgically. He'd grown fat riding around on Atlas' back. It was that fat that was now making it difficult to keep up with the bird.
His world narrowed down to the bird above and his fear of being burned alive. The fear fueled him long after his stamina ran out. It was run or die and he was much too fond of living to let a fat belly be the end of him. He was sure his ragged breaths were loud enough to compete with the crackle of the fire.
Suddenly a wolf loomed over him and Armando put on the brakes. He skidded to a halt with a squeak and then backpedaled several steps. That foul sky rat! It was a trap, a trick! It had brought him to its master so she could eat him. Somehow they must have found out about his scheme. They were onto him; they knew why he was there. They were-
Wait what, asylum? Armando froze. That's what she'd say, wasn't it? Slowly his look of horror faded. So they didn't know. Okay, that was good. Safety for a day or two. Also good. He wasn't sure why the wolf was policing non-wolf species, but hey, when in the presence of a big predator, keep your mouth shut and don't complain, right? Armando swallowed and then cleared his throat. "Yes well...thank you. Thank you, Sh-" He very nearly said Shaye, but caught himself at the last second. Okay, so he'd been around for a few days. Learned enough about the wolves to know who the leaders where and what their names were at least. And this wolf? This one was the reason he was here. He really liked her feather - and he wanted it. He'd been casing the place for days trying to learn the best method to acquire it."She-wolf," he finished lamely.
Slowly he drew his right forepaw to his chest, feinting an injury. "I...am in need of a healer. I would be happy to trade for treatment if you have someone who wouldn't mind treating a little guy like me." After a beat he drew his scorched tail around and patted at it sadly with his left forepaw. Yes, he was a sad wee thing. An innocent sad wee thing.
The bird was off suddenly and Armando had to scramble to right himself and take off after her. He took great bounding leaps after her, his gaze quickly bouncing between her, the ground and back again. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the fire growing. It was a good thing the bird had decided to help him when it did, because he'd been sure was a safe haven was about to go up in smoke.
Armando started to wheeze again as he ran. He wasn't made for this. This was why he'd loved that big ole moose in the first place. With his long legs and warm back. Had he been less winded and pressed for time Armando might have sighed nostalgically. He'd grown fat riding around on Atlas' back. It was that fat that was now making it difficult to keep up with the bird.
His world narrowed down to the bird above and his fear of being burned alive. The fear fueled him long after his stamina ran out. It was run or die and he was much too fond of living to let a fat belly be the end of him. He was sure his ragged breaths were loud enough to compete with the crackle of the fire.
Suddenly a wolf loomed over him and Armando put on the brakes. He skidded to a halt with a squeak and then backpedaled several steps. That foul sky rat! It was a trap, a trick! It had brought him to its master so she could eat him. Somehow they must have found out about his scheme. They were onto him; they knew why he was there. They were-
Wait what, asylum? Armando froze. That's what she'd say, wasn't it? Slowly his look of horror faded. So they didn't know. Okay, that was good. Safety for a day or two. Also good. He wasn't sure why the wolf was policing non-wolf species, but hey, when in the presence of a big predator, keep your mouth shut and don't complain, right? Armando swallowed and then cleared his throat. "Yes well...thank you. Thank you, Sh-" He very nearly said Shaye, but caught himself at the last second. Okay, so he'd been around for a few days. Learned enough about the wolves to know who the leaders where and what their names were at least. And this wolf? This one was the reason he was here. He really liked her feather - and he wanted it. He'd been casing the place for days trying to learn the best method to acquire it."She-wolf," he finished lamely.
Slowly he drew his right forepaw to his chest, feinting an injury. "I...am in need of a healer. I would be happy to trade for treatment if you have someone who wouldn't mind treating a little guy like me." After a beat he drew his scorched tail around and patted at it sadly with his left forepaw. Yes, he was a sad wee thing. An innocent sad wee thing.
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.
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