Posts by cheerwine !

"Yeah, yeah, fruit loops are amazing, their the best food on earth, taste the flippin' rainbow," huffed Cheery, still sprawled about dramatically amidst the fallen food. She let out a long—awkwardly long—sigh before she spoke again. "Stupid box sez it comes with a free toy. These super rad 3-D glasses with red and blue lenses. But it lied! Nothin' but wicked heavenly cereal!"

Strangely, the memory of the fire did not scare her. It did not make her sad or scared. She was upset that it had separated her from her family, ripped apart. But even all these months later, the fire itself made her feel nothing. She thought it meant she was strong. She didn't like the idea that maybe, just maybe, after all this time she was still in shock. Still in denial.

"Aeon, Mack, what happened?" she asked softly as she glided over, folding her large wings into her side. Padding over, she brushed up against Aeon's side, feeling his breathing. Cheerwine knew she wasn't great with reading emotions or understanding them. But with her siblings, it was different. She just, knew, y'know? It was clear something was wrong, and in spite of her question, she had a good guess. "Anything I can do?"

Oh, it's okay! That kind of thing happens to me all the time too. Typing is a pain, hah. So, should they have a thread, or…?

"That's the whole point!" exclaimed Cheer, snorting derisively. Her family had absolutely no taste, ai? "Furbies aren't mammals. They aren't birds. Furbies aren't of this world. They're wonderful! Oh, that reminds me!" She grinned as she started shoveling through the odd toys, looking around for one in particular. "I think I have one that looks like you too, Mackaroni! Except, like, half the fuzz got ripped off so it's mostly plastic and wires, but what is there is like a mirror,!"

Cheer could have been part of her past before she was kidnapped—maybe Cheer was kind of like an adoptive older sister for a little while or something?

Flicking up her flimsy 3-D glasses, Cheery grinned. "Yo, shortstack! Nice to meet you, you from here?" She stretched her wings before flashing Leslie a friendly grin. "Cheerwine's the name, don't wear it out. I'm goin' all on a big adventure, tryna visit all the clans, yeah? Wind Clan's my first stop! You got a name yerself?"

"Whoa, dat's trippin'!" chirped Cheery, breaking into a wide grin. She actually still wasn't sure what any of the positions except for leader and deputy did, though, so if she might be promoted, uh, maybe she should look around. Mack would probably know, he was crazy smart about this clan stuff.

"Ay yo!" called Cheerwine brightly as she flew over, flicking glitter out of her fur. Why it was there in the first place was irrelevant—she wanted to get her paws nitty gritty in a task. "I can do one if you need, bro!"

"Yo, wicked to meet you Nov!" Cheer said with her typical bright, full on grin. "If you ever need anyone to show you around—leave dat to someone else, I still got no clue bout anything, ai!"

"Yo, like, what's da meaning of life? Why are we all here? Is everything we say and do just like, some futile scream into da endless void of oblivion?" Cheer asked as she padded over, grinning as if what she'd just said weren't incredibly bleak. "Ai, and what's your favorite soda, eh Polkadots?"

I hate to ask, but could you?

"Yo, thanks Chief," Cheer said, offering the leader a friendly grin. "N' don't worry none, I got ninety-nine plus one tricks up my sleeve," she said, raising her eyebrows playfully. "If nothin' else dem other guys otta be careful with me, right?" she said, laughing slightly. She had more than enough to skills to take care of herself—and if that didn't work, powers sure were handy. She was, like, seventy-three percent certain she'd be fine.

Look at all these people! Talk about getting to know the locals, right? "Yo, nice runnin' into you mister Hacksaw. You got pretty sick digs, you know?" she said brightly, offering a bright smile and a chuckle. "Nah, ain't fruitful, but it's flippin' exciting. Can't wait to visit anti-clans, dat'll get real exciting—" her feathers fluffed up in embarrassment, and she offered a sheepish grin. "But, uh, don't tell my bro dat. He's already gone postal over this whole trip." Turning her attention to Victorianpup, she grinned brightly. "These are my 3-D glasses! They look hecka sick. All 'bout dat aesthetic, amiright?" She turned back to Leslie, flicking him lightly with her tail by way of friendly greeting. "Well Lez bro, you sure found a sick pad with some awesome dudes! I think you'll fit in a'ight!" Finally, she turned her attention to the little coyote pup, looking fairly embarrassed at being referred to as pretty. In fact, she actually considered cutting her trip short then and there. Chuckling awkwardly, she spoke. "Uh, ahaha, thanks kiddo, but I've got da body of a hippo and da face of a garbage compactor. My brother Mack on da other hand…" She paused, finally just shrugging it off. "Yo, it's sick to meet you Mercy, and, uh, thanks, a'ight?"

Oh it wouldn't have to be important! She'll even steal old bottle caps. :3

"Yo, Chief, how long you been living in Blizzard Clan? And what's your favorite soda pop flavor?" asked Cheerwine brightly as she padded over, her tail wagging eagerly as she went, offering a friendly grin as she hurried over.

Cheerwine trotted over eagerly, admiring the painting. It was a beautiful woman to be sure, but most of all, she loved seeing the colors spread across the paper. "Yo, dat's really nice! You got a talent dude, I'd, like, buy a pic like dat, ey? Too bad life is futile, y'know?" she said brightly, laughing with an easy going tune.

A'ight, someone with spunk! She could respect that. "Yo, dude, it'd be easier to get up and down if you get yourself a pair of these," she said proudly, flapping her wings as she trotted over. "Anyway, you're one of us now! Dat's flippin' awesome, ai? Name's Cheerwine, m' lil bro Mackaroni's the deputy. Sick to meet you!" she said with an energetic grin.

I'd be interested! You have anything specific in mind, or…?

Track!

Maybe Cheerwine?