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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]Just to put it out there, super strength was super cool. It was awesome, because forgingpaw could run faster, hit harder, and take more damage than any normal person. The only downside was that it made the already hulking liger cub appear more threatening than he actually was, and that affected how he appeared to strangers. Regardless, Forge spent a lot of time punching rocks and stuff, pretending to be super man defending the world from aliens.


    He loved to reenact movies. Except for the parts where he actually hurt himself: bruised bones, scrapes, cuts, and sprains. He almost got blinded once form splintered wood. But thank the Maker he had Miss Annabelle to keep him in one piece. So what was it today? A busted lip and a cut on his brow from some flying debris and shrapnel ( he may or may not have been throwing boulders... ).


    And so, for the seventh time this week, the young apprentice strolled into Anna's den, calling for the nurse, "Miss Anna? I need your help again!"

    annabelle


    At the sound of her name, Anna jumped up on reflex and called out, Who's dying? Oh, wait. It was all okay, just Forging being himself and looking like he had gotten beat up. Sorry- reflex. Alright, dear- what have you done today? The nurse purred, smirking at the smaller apprentice. Sighing, she pulled out marigolds and cobwebs, setting to work. Conjuring up water, she nudged it to him, urging the liger to wash his lip. Next, she attempted to cover his brow with marigold and cobwebs. There, he h
    looked a little better now.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]"My innocence," the hybrid predator quipped with a sly grin, allowing his muscular legs to propel his stocky form over on too-big paws. "I forgot to duck when I was tossin around some rocks." One day he'd learn some restraint and discretion, but for now he was just a young, curious kid who liked to mess with everything. Forge sat down dutifully, already accustomed to the routine of being patched up by the sweet angel. "How is your day, Miss Anna?"

    annabelle


    Why are you throwing rocks? Annabelle asked, placing her supplies neatly back where they came from, leaving her station perfectly clean. My day has been good so far. Nobody had died yet, so that's good. She replied, grinning widely to the younger feline. Though he was a bit younger than her, Forge, like everyone else, was bigger than her.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]That... That was a good question. Why was he throwing around rocks? "Because I can, I suppose." the male answered with a sheepish grin, raising his shoulders up and dropping them lazily in a casual shrug. "I've got super strength, and I like to pretend I'm superman sometimes..." he could tell Miss annabelle that, right? Forgingpaw was fairly certain that the sweet nurse would not make fun of him for trying to be like a human superhero, but one could never know for sure. Forge loved movies, and it was how he learned about the world. Who could blame him for trying to reenact his favorite cinematic moments?


    "Yes, dying is not cool." the liger cub agreed, his cheery expression faltering for a moment. The mention of death made the anger rise within him, building pressure in his chest cavity. The poor kid still wasn't over the death of the mother he never met. "May I ask a personal question?"

    annabelle


    I'm sure superman would be thrilled for you to help him, but I also think he would like you to be careful, too. Annabelle advised, nodding her small head. She was more of a chasing butterflies sort of kitten, but it was no doubt in her mind Dangerdays had been like this when he was a cub. Fire away, dear. I'm here foe answering all sorts of questions.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]"uh huh," he answered without actually listening to anything Anna just said to him. "Do you think I'll ever get bulletproof skin like Superman?" well, there it was, that real important thing that kept him from listening to his friend. But he really wanted bulletproof skin! It was important to him so?? Oh, she said yes! Awesome, awesome, awesome! Forge leaned forward, his molten copper orbs glimmering with interest. "Do you love Dangerdays?" his voice was hushed, curious. why he was asking? Nobody knows.

    annabelle


    There are some crazy powers out there, so I don't know. Anna remarked, attempting to pat him on the head. Then came the second question. Did she love him? That was easy. I love him very much, Forge.