Firefox? May I present to you Firepanda!
06-11-2019, 07:16 PM
Tree-mouse? Well that certainly was a new one. He'd been called a great many thing, catbear, firefox, sleepy bastard and so on, but never Tree-Mouse. Sky Rat: 1 Red panda: 0
He peeked up at the bird with wide, innocent eyes and chirped, "Indeed, a red panda. My name is," And this was were it got complicated. What persona did he pick? Neither Shaye nor the bird had jumped on his offer to trade, craft or commune with the dead, so Armando was at a loss at what to pick. "Kirby. Thank you again, Miss Shaye. I didn't know wolves could be so...so nice."
And then the big wolf was off in a whirlwind of ash, her brilliant blue feather glinting tantalizingly in the light. It was a bit big for his head, but maybe he could trim it down. Perhaps fashion two feathers out of it. One feather or two, the blue would look quite striking against his red coat. Oh, how he envied it.
"Trash-mouse," the bird squawked with what he thought might be a rude expression, but he couldn't quite tell. Bird faces were, in his opinion, a bit limited when it came to expressions. Their beady eyes and inflexible mouths meant that they were stuck with the same dumb expression no matter their intent.
Feinting offense, Armando looked up at Winter with wide eyes. He stammered and rung his hands, but held off on saying something until Shaye's return. Even then, he spoke only to Winter as though the two had been engaged in conversation while she was gone. "Why I never," he squeaked in a dismayed voice. "To escape a fire and then, without so much as a chance to recover, to be insulted so!" He wheezed as though still struggling with the smoke in his lungs and drew his "injured" paw up to his chest again. This time the limb shook just a little. "Perhaps I should go..."
He peeked up at the bird with wide, innocent eyes and chirped, "Indeed, a red panda. My name is," And this was were it got complicated. What persona did he pick? Neither Shaye nor the bird had jumped on his offer to trade, craft or commune with the dead, so Armando was at a loss at what to pick. "Kirby. Thank you again, Miss Shaye. I didn't know wolves could be so...so nice."
And then the big wolf was off in a whirlwind of ash, her brilliant blue feather glinting tantalizingly in the light. It was a bit big for his head, but maybe he could trim it down. Perhaps fashion two feathers out of it. One feather or two, the blue would look quite striking against his red coat. Oh, how he envied it.
"Trash-mouse," the bird squawked with what he thought might be a rude expression, but he couldn't quite tell. Bird faces were, in his opinion, a bit limited when it came to expressions. Their beady eyes and inflexible mouths meant that they were stuck with the same dumb expression no matter their intent.
Feinting offense, Armando looked up at Winter with wide eyes. He stammered and rung his hands, but held off on saying something until Shaye's return. Even then, he spoke only to Winter as though the two had been engaged in conversation while she was gone. "Why I never," he squeaked in a dismayed voice. "To escape a fire and then, without so much as a chance to recover, to be insulted so!" He wheezed as though still struggling with the smoke in his lungs and drew his "injured" paw up to his chest again. This time the limb shook just a little. "Perhaps I should go..."
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.