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@idk-i-js-work-here
Ash, 15-16 year old hybrid (made in a lab. Base is human, but has fox characteristics like ears, tail and sharp canines), she/they. Short, choppy brown hair, yellow-gold eyes, tall (5’6-8”), hates wearing dresses/skirts, prefers baggy tees, cargo pants, jump boots, oversized zip up hoodies (a lot of the time to hide features), fingerless gloves. Fox parts are dark orange/rust colored. Carries an all-black Benchmade Osborn design Barrage knife. Orphaned :/
Hello? Is anyone there? *a voice calls softly. Their eyes dart around nervously, ears pinned back, tail low.*
@idk-i-js-work-here
Lex gasped and got into a fighting position (albeit not that good of a fighting position) unsure of where the voice was
H-Hello!? I… I-I’m not afraid to f-fight!
You drop into a fighting position as well, one hand hovering near your knife (as a last resort), the other close to a red mark on your side. “Who are you?” You growl, tail lashing once before stilling. Your ears flicked, unsure about the person in front of you.
Lexis’s pupils shrink out of fear, his inhibitor rings slightly shining, who are they kidding, they’re not a fighter! He is a runner though- their ears pin back, and they take a step away
I-I should be asking you the same thing!
You take a breath and lower your hand. ‘They’re not dangerous. I think. They’re…different, somehow. If it were only brighter.’ “…Sorry. Force of habit.” Your voice sounded softer, younger. You straighten and extend a hand before pulling it back. “I’m Ash,” you mumble, looking down. Your tail twitched around your legs briefly.
Lex looks down at them and gave a confused look, tilting their head
Uhh… Lex…?
He didn’t really know what to say or do in this situation, so he just… scratched the back of their neck
So… you want… hot dogs?
You debate the question for a moment, then release a breath. “Sure. Is there a place around here?”
Hello? Is anyone there? *a voice calls softly. Their eyes dart around nervously, ears pinned back, tail low.*
@idk-i-js-work-here
Lex gasped and got into a fighting position (albeit not that good of a fighting position) unsure of where the voice was
H-Hello!? I… I-I’m not afraid to f-fight!
You drop into a fighting position as well, one hand hovering near your knife (as a last resort), the other close to a red mark on your side. “Who are you?” You growl, tail lashing once before stilling. Your ears flicked, unsure about the person in front of you.
Lexis’s pupils shrink out of fear, his inhibitor rings slightly shining, who are they kidding, they’re not a fighter! He is a runner though- their ears pin back, and they take a step away
I-I should be asking you the same thing!
You take a breath and lower your hand. ‘They’re not dangerous. I think. They’re…different, somehow. If it were only brighter.’ “…Sorry. Force of habit.” Your voice sounded softer, younger. You straighten and extend a hand before pulling it back. “I’m Ash,” you mumble, looking down. Your tail twitched around your legs briefly.
Hello? Is anyone there? *a voice calls softly. Their eyes dart around nervously, ears pinned back, tail low.*
@idk-i-js-work-here
Lex gasped and got into a fighting position (albeit not that good of a fighting position) unsure of where the voice was
H-Hello!? I… I-I’m not afraid to f-fight!
You drop into a fighting position as well, one hand hovering near your knife (as a last resort), the other close to a red mark on your side. “Who are you?” You growl, tail lashing once before stilling. Your ears flicked, unsure about the person in front of you.
