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Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

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[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?

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[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

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Can I see? [ :DDD Please please please please? ]

[Her pride....

But she can't very well let someone go around thinking wolves are better than foxes. That's just wrong.

She squints, looking down at his hands.]

If you clean up first.

Oh....right. [ They're sort of a mess, aren't they? ]

Can I finish eating first?

[A little bit. She nods, then turns and yanks a small bone out of the raptor carcass for something to lazily chew on while he finishes up.]

[ Sweet deal :D He officially loves foxes--anyone okay with his awful eating habits can't be that bad, so with her permission he's going to dive right back in--and unlike before, this time when he bites down into the carcass's flesh? His fangs will lengthen an inch or two from his gums in order to sink into flesh and help his tear at it.

Yup.

Logically Sascha shouldn't be able to eat as much as he has--and is--but no matter how much he tears off and swallows, he keeps going...and going...literally just eating everything. ]

[Well, she's already pretty much confirmed he isn't human, and he isn't attacking her so whatever, she can roll with this. She's already gotten fresh dinosaur meat and bones out of this, which means this hasn't been a total waste of her time. Eventually she'll have to go back to hunting around for her friends but that can wait.

She's going to hand out, chewing on her bone, watching him curiously.]

[ It only takes him about half an hour to finish the thing off, bones, claws, flesh and all. Sascha literally just eats everything, and when he's finished he leans back with a pleased sound and exhales. ]

I needed that~ Haaaa♥

[Yeah, things don't normally eat the claws. She isn't really put off, but she's wondering what he is. Maybe some kind of man-eating monster in human form? She'll have to think on that later, maybe check through her Story for the older monsters she and Beowulf took down.

Anyways, she's pretty relaxed, and while she's still going to let him touch her she's in no rush to get that over with, so she's going to continue chewing on her bone.]

[ Unlike Sascha who is totally keen for it, wiping his mouth with the back of an arm. ]

Okay I'm gonna wash up! I'll be riiiight back! [ There's a river not too far away he can rinse off in really quick. ]

Take your time.

[No, really. Please do, and please be thorough.]

[ No!! This is super important okay and he is going to make sure he doesn't dillydally! He's so excited to pet a fox okay Renart you have no idea. He's going to hurry there scrub himself off (clothes included), and come back a damp mess with a leaf for two stuck in his hair. ]

Okay~! All clean!

[At least water with dry and leave her fur relatively clean.... Still, she looks a bit ruffled that she's allowing this, but she can't very well let a wolf outmatch her when it comes to fur quality.]

Alright. Don't pull anything.

[She sits up, ears back, staying still.]

[ To be fair, a lot of Bigby's fur is very coarse. It's for protection after all, but if you work your way down beneath it to the softer, more tightly-packed bundles used for insulation? It's amazing. He's expecting Renart to be every bit of that as he swallows and shuffles closer, all excited and eager like someone being allowed to touch a priceless artifact or something.

He reaches out slowly and carefully, and lays his palm on her back. ]

--Soft!

[Parts of her fur are pretty coarse, though probably not as much as Bigby's. It's her ears, belly and base of her tail that are the softest, and she at least grooms herself on a daily basis which helps. Overall her fur is very silky, not quite as poofy since her winter coat has yet to come in.

Renart doesn't look thrilled she's being petted, not considering herself a domestic animal by any stretch. She'll be good and resist the urge to bite right away, though.]

[ She's making a dream come true and she should feel good about that! Sascha's only ever pet two animals now, with the other being his aforementioned wolf. She's definitely softer at first touch, and as an added bonus he doesn't go immediately for petting? He just feels her fur under his palm, practically glowing with pleasure. ]

Hehe~ [ He will try moving his palm back and forth a little just to get a better feel of it, but she only needs to suffer one actual proper pet out of all of it. ] You're soooooo soft♥

[Which is more than enough, thank you. One proper pet should be enough for him to see the superiority of fox fur over wolf fur.

She suddenly nips at his hand before backing off, still pretty puffed up.]

So you see, then.

[ It is adorable and so much so that Sascha doesn't even mind the nip. He's far too happy to be bothered and nods, enthusiastic. ]

You're super-soft!

Softer than any wolf?

[Just needs to make sure she didn't do all that for nothing.]

...I don't know! I only know one wolf, all the others run away. [ HOWEVER. ]

Your fur on the outside is way softer than his though♥

[Hah! Screw you wolf she doesn't even know.]

Good, good.

[ Oh Renart... ]

Oh--I'm Sascha by the way! Nice to meet you miss fox~

Renart. My name is Renart.

[Not that she cares too much about introductions, oh well.]

Did you kill that dinosaur?

Oh, um... Yeah. Is that okay? [ Becase he's used to it being not...that. Usually. ]

Yes. I was just curious.

[She's going to file that information away for later.]

Oh... Okay.

Did you get enough to eat?

Edited (THANKS AUTOCORRECT) 2016-07-27 01:20 (UTC)