Posts by orion pax

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    //museless track



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][font=verdana][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]Didn't she look awfully cheerful? Orion came over, his newly returned friend Bluestreak clinging to his shoulder while trying not to fall asleep. He paused, whirling gears and clanking metal would already announce his approach. "Um... Orion Pax. I... can't exactly eat food, so no answer. And an interesting fact... I don't have one."



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    //literally no muse



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    He blinked several times, due to his predicament and the sunlight in his eyes. His face had a set look of utter confusion, and he looked absolutely hopeless. He scrambled onto tiny paws, his movements jerky as he was used to his mech body. In fact, when he looked into the corner of the room where he had set into recharge the night before and his metal body was there slumped with the lights out. Nononono what is going on!? he thought. He nearly jumped a foot in the air when Bluestreak was suddenly at his side and chattering widely. "B-bluestreak! It's just me! Orion!"


    If his expression could be anymore contorted with confusion, it would have been. His voice not his typical one, it was high-pitched and sounded incredibly childish. He not was trapped in an organic body, but a child's one at that. Orion now found himself tumbling down the steps in front of his porch as a two month old snow leopard cub. He had miscalculated his steps, since he was used to being at least four times larger while walking down them. Now he was laying flat against the ground with dust covering his pelt, still heterochromatic gaze running widely back and forth as he tried to look for help.


    Bluestreak hopped down the steps and jumped onto Orion's back, nuzzling him and enjoying the incredibly soft fur that their caretaker now sported.


    //this is all over the place, but whatever. have fun with babysnowleopard orion !



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