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    So, he had a bit of a predicament at this very time. He was clueless as to who everyone was. The offspring of Hope and Writingsins sat around, eyes flicking from one person to the next. He wasn't just edgily eyeing everyone in sight. He was trying to figure out who looked friendly so that he could talk to someone. Introduce himself. Maybe come out of his little shell and make some friends. But as he tried to assess how friendly every random member who passed him was, he was also trying to script how to open a conversation. He'd have to introduce himself. Should he just use his first name, or his full name? Maybe he should just use Neptune Flamel, since his name was a complete tongue-twister and he tended to get words mixed up. Apparently, another good way to begin chatting to someone was asking a question about them. What did he want to know about the people around him? Well, he'd really like to know what their hobbies were. He didn't really have one of his own yet, and perhaps someone would teach him something fun.


    Okay, he had no more time to think about it. He had a target in the form of a relatively small creature who looked like a larger, grey-furred and generally way different version of him. The fluffy white kitten hopped up and scuttled over to the male. "Excuse meeee!" the other feline turned around with a slightly surprised expression, but so did several others much to his embarrassment. Fortunately for him, all the others turned back around when he halted in front of feline. "Hi! My neptune is Name, and-" he stopped in his tracks. He needed to repeat that in his head. "My name is Neptune, and-"...wait, no, it'd been different. Hadn't he gotten the name and the Neptune mixed up? He refocused on the feline, and he realized that the individual he was attempting to have a conversation with looked really confused. "Um, ahahaha...bye?" he made a hasty retreat, laughing sheepishly at his own mistake while looking around for the nearest hole to throw himself into. He didn't want to make any friends anymore.


    Oh, come on. His embarrassing moment had been witnessed by someone else entirely? She was more joking, but he was still burning inside and his joke unintentionally salted the wound further. "Eheh, yeah..." he laughed as convincing as he could, doing his best to look perkier than before in order to avoid appearing sulky before a fellow member of the Wind Haven. He heavily leaned towards the moody side of pleasantry, but he'd quickly figured out that few actually wanted to deal with his sensitivities. So he tried to act more cheerfully whenever possible, since it seemed to keep everyone happy. This lion seemed pretty happy to be conversing with him, and he didn't want to ruin the positive atmosphere he was obviously trying to establish. In his experience, expressing a negative or nervous attitude didn't bode well with others.


    He giggled briefly at Vasin's second joke, a more genuine smile slipping onto his features. He was less shameless than your average child, but he could still be distracted from his obsessive nature for a few seconds. Oh wow, he was the leader. He really had messed up this time, huh? If he'd been human, his grey pelt would have turned a deep shade of red. Fortunately, his form wasn't quite that expressive and for a kid he was pretty good at just being what everyone expected him to be. He didn't mind too much really, since he didn't want to be seen as a negative Nancy himself. "So, just Vasin then?" he asked, multi-colored eyes drifting up his form with a glint of admiration sparking within them. He was massive; far bigger than he could ever imagine being. Perhaps if he learned to stand on his hind quarters, he'd at least become competition of some sort? He tried lifting himself on his hind legs. "Raah! Aah!" his moment of pride was interrupted when he realized that balancing on two legs wasn't as easy as birds made it look, since he flopped flat on his face like the total moron he was.