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Post by Pyre on Sept 21, 2009 13:46:19 GMT -5
The sun lanced brightly between the buildings, shining hot against a small, orange-furred face, eyes lightly closed, the warmth of this morning sun seeping through his pelt. The sun was welcome relief, as autumn was coming in early.
The young fox was sitting against the side of a small convenience store, a sleek blue airboard resting across his knees. His eyes slid open, looking over the street. Cars flew by at at least fifteen over the speed limit, despite the heavy traffic, desperate to make it to work or school or somewhere equally important. Tails just grinned, sitting up and pulling black sports goggles over his eyes. He set the board down, adjusting a screw by hand, double-checking his handiwork before taking off on it.
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Sept 22, 2009 13:06:46 GMT -5
The morning sun wasn't shining on everything, however. Sunlight can't go through buildings. Hidden in between two buildings beside the convenience store, a dark shadow watched the two-tailed fox closely. As Tails sped off on his board, a wide grin complete with sharp teeth spread across the shadow's face, it's eyes never visable even though it continued to watch the young fox..
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Post by Pyre on Nov 6, 2009 23:50:34 GMT -5
The stability was flawless, but speed was left to be desired. He was scarcely going 80.
Tails weaved easily in and out of traffic, ignoring the wildly honking horns and shouts that he watch where he was going. But he was watching where he was going. No one got hit, did they? He'd learned to ignore them a long time ago.
"All right, all right," he whispered to himself between a grin. He couldn't even hear himself over the wind. He made a sharp turn in front of a taxi and swept onto the sidewalk, jumping upwards, landing on a van for all of a millisecond before he was back on the ground, skidding to a halt. He took a deep breath and kicked his airboard up into his hand, catching it with practiced ease. Even Sonic would be amazed,probably.
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Nov 8, 2009 20:37:14 GMT -5
"Bravo, little fox, bravo...."
A four-foot tall golden yellow fox walked out from where the shadow once was; between the two buildings. His eyes squinted in disgust for only a mere second as the sunlight greeted him. The sunlight made his face so... crisp. You could see everything; the white bandages around his forehead (they were clean, mind you), the stitched scar across his left eye, dark, sharp sunken eyes... Black eyelids closing less than halfway, the fox gave Tails a smile and his long black tails swished lazily. His left ear--the gray one which was sewn on--twitched and the four bones that were his fingers moved up and down as though loosing patients on both hands behind his back. "Who knew someone so young could be so skilled..."
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Post by Pyre on Nov 8, 2009 20:50:19 GMT -5
"Huh?"
The fox turned, blue eyes widening slightly as they fixed on the apparition. "Whoa..." He didn't know why, but he suddenly gripped his airboard close in front of his body like a shield, taking a quick two steps backwards. His ears went flat for a moment as he looked the new guy up and down. Maybe...it's just battle wounds?
"Er...thanks?" he offered.
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Nov 8, 2009 21:12:01 GMT -5
The evil fox narrowed an eye and gave another small grin as he tilted his head slightly to one side in... amusement. Tails' actions didn't surprise him. "What's wrong, little fox? Surely you aren't scared..." He said, his ears twitching in mocking (or not?) irritance.
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Post by Pyre on Nov 13, 2009 22:12:42 GMT -5
((Ah! I thought I posted to this! Where'd it go? ...No, I SWEAR I posted a reply to this one... *sigh* Dang it...okay, I need to remember what it was...))
"I-I'm not scared!" Tails protested. He made his best fierce face (which might scare away a kitten at least) and glared up at the other fox. And backed up..feeling slightly uneasy. His eyes were fixed on the dual tails that not many foxes had. In fact...Tails was the only one.
"Who are you?" he asked softly, eyes flashing back up at his face.
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Nov 14, 2009 11:34:28 GMT -5
"SlaiT..." He answered, extending his right hand out at Tails as a greeting. His bone-like hand spread out, showing they weren't attached to a palm, but to his bloody fur coated wrist. His long black tails swished lazily behind him as he gave the young fox another smile. "And what is your name?"
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Post by Pyre on Nov 14, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
Tails didn't shake the hand. He knew it was rude, but... His entire being rebelled at the thought of touching that...thing. What was that? The more he thought about touching it, suddenly he felt repulsion rising in his throat and his vision blurred slightly.
He swallowed hard. Managed a weak smile. Politely pretended the..."hand" wasn't there. "I'm Tails. Tails Prower." He was pretty famous, by association. Well, not as much lately, but he had been.
"Er...where you from?" That was the nicest of a thousand questions Tails could think of right now. The rudest was 'What in Hades are you?' but he still had his senses.
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Nov 14, 2009 20:53:07 GMT -5
The fox slowly pulled his hand away, somewhat disappointed, though he didn't show it. He lowered his head, now covered with shadows and darkness. "Tails... that information is unnecessary..." He said in a low voice. A soft breeze picked up, mingling with his bangs, tails, and the tips of his ears.
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Post by Pyre on Nov 15, 2009 10:15:36 GMT -5
Tails started to back up again and barely stopped himself. 'Fraidy cat... he thought bitterly at himself. Don't run off. What would Sonic say? This guy hasn't done anything. Except look creepy and smell weird...
"Why do you have two tails?" he asked directly. He'd get an answer to this and then he'd be gone. He'd make up some excuse. Left the Tornado running at home or...
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Nov 17, 2009 13:52:57 GMT -5
((LOL Smell weird... XD))
A fanged smile creeped along his shadowed face, the only thing being visable on his face at the moment. "I don't have the answer to that question, Tails. I'm wondering that myself..." The fox took a step closer, and gestured to Miles' own two tails. "And why do you?" He asked, his smile speading wider.
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Post by Pyre on Nov 17, 2009 22:04:51 GMT -5
A step back. Tails swallowed, a shiver riding down his spine. "I...I don't know..." he replied quietly. He'd never given it much thought. Just a mutation, something that made him wrong and made people treat him differently. Until Sonic came along, of course.
Where's Sonic now? he thought helplessly.
He suddenly gave up on being polite. "Well, uh, nice meeting you," he said quickly. "I gotta go meet a friend...somewhere. M-maybe I'll see you later!" But hopefully not. "Uh...whoever you are." He fingered the airboard in his arms, ready to throw it down and take off.
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Post by Master Of Puppets on Apr 20, 2010 13:10:08 GMT -5
((Felt like posting again. Besides I had to get on here to see what date me and my friend's "anniversary" was. Which is today XD;;.... DX))
A hand rapidly shot out, gripping Tails' shoulder hard from behind. "Where do you think you're going...?" Behind, SlaiT looked to be cloaked in darkness, a wide crooked fanged smile on his face, pupils so small you could only see the whites of his eyes. He wanted to snap. Now, and cut this kid open...
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