Posts by .::Faith::.

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Yay! :)

Faith merely grinned the usual mischievousness flashing across her golden brown hues. She made the small mistake of letting her paw press against the ground, tired of holding the limb up. This elicted a grimace from the tiny kit. Wait! An idea! Since she very well could not walk... The femme somehow managed to pull herself atop the canine's back, and even went so far as to perch atop his head, a proud grin upon her expression. "Onward!"

Faith kept right on grinning, settling down upon his head and curling her fluffy tail upon her paws, the tip falling down into his face briefly in a playful movement. "Awesome! I wish I was as tall as you!" the kit replied enthusiastically, large ears perked at every interesting sound that her advanced hearing could pick up. "Hey... Why were you all the way out here, anyway?" she inquired curiously soon after, tail flicking on interest and large honey-hued gaze wide.

Faith seemed at bit sheepish at the mere mention of the attack. "Yeah... I might've done something to make that fox mad..." she admitted, chuckling. She perked in interest once more at the mention of work, leaning down to peer into his gaze with her own curious one. "Work? What do ya do?"

Soon enough a familiar little fox kit came bounding in, barely managing to skid to a stop and nearly sliding smack into a chair in the process. That same mischevious grin was plastered upon her expression and she padded over to Will, settling down onto her haunches and craning her neck to stare up at the larger canine. "Watcha got here, Mister Will? A party?" her voice rose by a few octaves in her excitment, tail thumping against the ground at the thought of what such delectable smells were coming from.

noted~!

Faith shrunk back, holding her paw against her chest and fixating the vampire with a wide-eyed stare. Wow! Was he really going to pick such a fight? Ooh! Maybe he was a really good fighter? Well, duh! Why else would he be doing what he was doing now?
The creature in question seemed to be a canine of sorts, a wolf, maybe? The thing looked ratty and bony, as if it hadn't had a good hunt in moons. Spit flew from its gaping jaws as it lunged towards the feline, enraged at having lost a potentially easy catch.

Faith had to crouch a bit to keep her balance when the male gave a small shake of his head. Her large ears perked up at his response, and the kit pouted. Eat her? Why? Weren't they supposed to be cousins in the fox world or something? Her thoughts on the subject were put on hold when Will spoke again, and she listened with interest as he explained just what he did. "Cool! Maybe you could teach me some stuff about herbs sometime?"

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That's totally fine! We all have those days!

Hmm... It's been pretty slow here, lately. :)

Faith, for one, was excited to finally be doing something. A move sounded awesome to the fennec kit, and it showed in her bright gaze and large perked ears. What better way to travel would there be than hitching a ride? None, that's for sure. She'd need someone talk to perch atop of... Someone with comfy fluffy fur. It was then that her gaze landed on Arthur, and she prompltt padded over to the male and proceeded to climb up his spine and then perch herself atop his head. Being as tiny as she was, her weight would prove to be no problem. Plus she cared little how the male reacted to such an action. Hey, at least now she could see way more than she had down on the ground. That was neat.

Faith and Arthur?

I just an adorable thought;
I feel like Faith will be so fascinated and somewhat envious of Arthur's height, that she ends up simply riding atop his shoulders wherever he goes half the time. xD

((Basically, Faith doesn't realize that her species is nocturnal. Therefore, she forces herself to stay awake during the day and cannot seem to sleep soundly at night. This thread shall be an attempt at switching her timetable to be more like everyone else's, which means going against that of her species.))

The fennec fox kit lie awake yet again in the confinement of a small hollow she'd dug up under a large boulder. This temporary sleeping spot wasn't very deeply dug; in fact, her muzzle could be easily spotted poking out of the rut in the sand if she didn't curl up all the way. The femme's eyes were wide with awareness, and her large, sensitive ears twitched at nearly every sound. She could see everything and more illuminated in the bright moonlight. Faith sighed softly. "I'm not tired..."

Faith, being nocturnal, was wide awake and bored. Everyone else was sleeping, so no one was available for playing. At least... Until she spotted Arthur and Verona. Grinning, the fennec kit would unknowingly ruin the peace in way of leaping up onto the large canine's back and attacking one of his ears with playful growls. Though this would most likely tickle more than hurt.

"WILL!" came a familiar voice before an equally familiar hyperactive ball of fur bounded over. Faith very nearly smacked right into the male as she skidded to a stop, grinning with her ears perked and her tail fluffed out in excitement. She'd missed the canine, and had ultimately feared that something had happened. After all, he and Maggie were the first members she'd felt comfortable around, and such a thing was significant to the kit.

Faith returned the hug, tiny paws pressing into his thick chest fur and a large ear brushing against the underside of his muzzle. The kit took in the familiar scent and relaxed gradually, eventually squirming out of his grip to climb to her favorite spot between the male's shoulderblades. Once there, she'd latch on with the very real possibility of never letting go again. If the male decided to disappear again, well, he'd have an unremovable fennec fox backpack to deal with. "Where the heck were ya?"

"I've been great! It's nice and cool at night, so that means more exploring for me!" the femme grinned, and then yawned widely, reaching up with a tiny law to run at her eyes drowsily. "It's just kinda hard to stay awake during the day though... Ooh! Miss Verona says it's because I'm a noc... Nocturn..." she trailed off pouting momentarily as she tried to remember the rather long word she'd been taught. Giving up, she attempted to explain in another way. "I'm supposed to only be awake at night... But then that's boring 'cause everyone else is asleep and I'm all alone..." she responded with a shrug.

The fennec kit felt absolutely terrible.

She lay in the shallow dip she'd dug out beside a large rock, panting as the heat made her nausea grow worse by the second. She'd already thrown up twice that morning, and wasn't looking to have the experience again. Her stomach growled, mourning all the half digested food that had been so cruelly snatched away from it, and she ignored the organ, instead rolling over to face the rock. No. More food would just mean more throwing up. It was bad enough that the femme couldn't keep down a single morsel, no, she couldn't keep down water either. Dehydration and nausea weren't a good mix at all, and then the pounding headache came along and she reached a whole new level of misery. Faith coughed, before going back to her system of taking shallow breaths. A single breath too deep meant a particularly painful fit of coughing that she would do her best to not go through again.