#rejectedforgottenexperiment

[shydaaa]

Much cute, very babes

[xanafiedshadow-blog]

Tank lunged out from behind his cover, grabbing Xana by the back of his scarf with his teeth and dragging the limp hedgehog back. The smear he left on the ground was revolting and Tank quickly covered his friend with his body, sniffing him up and down. He gave him a soft shake, to get up, they had to move, but he didn't. After that came a nuzzle, then finally a lick to the cheek, but Xana...Xana wasn't responding. He wasn't- he..he couldn't.... Tank howled his anguish to the dark of space.

He shouldn’t have stepped out like that. But he’d been so worried that the thing Tank called cover wasn’t enough. Oh did his head throb, everything hurt as he felt himself being dragged against the cold steel floor. His eyes fluttered, breathes becoming shallow as Tank began sniffing.

Xana wanted to say something, realizing that he wasn’t going to make it through this one. To not bother with him and move on. He was at the very least happy knowing that his death wasn’t of fear but readiness, to die for something he thought he could love at some point. But all that left him was a shaky sigh before everything went still, missing the nuzzle and lick to his moist cheeks.

[xanafiedshadow-blog]

{2, and with Tank!}

2. A drabble in which my muse fight with/against yours (specify)

[Warning: Blood, shooting, and broken bones]

There was a loud clatter as the gun slid across the floor, the GUN solider crying out as it’s own machine crushed him under it’s foot. Xana wanted to laugh. “That’s not very efficient you know. You should really try installing recognition programing into it’s systems”, he smirked, watching as the heavy machine marched over threateningly. Xana glanced over to the gun just a few feet away.

Let’s see what he could do with it.

Just as he went to grab it, the screams of terrified men and a roar that almost drowned it out sounded from behind him. That time he laughed. Xana turned in time to watch several soldier jump off the first floor in their panic only to land with a sickening thud. He only had to glance up to watch the big lug skid to a stop, blood dripping from his mouth.

The program waved him off, “Don’t worry I got them”. Raising his gun he shot at the men, missing the first few times but luckily for him it had enough bullets to allow him to hit his mark after. Though as proud as he was killing the men who had tried to escape Tank’s wrath, he did not expect to be thrown across the factory into the far wall by a metal arm. The warning that fuzzed though Tank’s collar hadn’t given him the time to move.

It certainly took his breath away.

He slid to the floor, wheezing. Warily he glanced up to watch Tank jump off the plat form and crash into the machine with a roar. Well, that was embarrassing. The program felt his ribs, flinching at the pain. Yep, he broke a few..

[xanafiedshadow-blog]

Xanafy me

"Guess who~? I just love this body-"

[shydaaa]

Angry & Content

[xanafiedshadow-blog]

☭

Battle intro: "You're a sorry sight. You'll be taught a good lesson once I'm finished with YOU!"

Victory: "You could have had so much potential! Should have never confronted something you know little about-”

Defeat: "I can't lose this way! Not by this dog-”

Assist: "This fight isn't over until I say it's over. Let's go!"

[xanafiedshadow-blog]

♊ {FOR TANK}

Xana:

[xanafiedshadow-blog]

Xana was simply picked up by the scruff of his neck and dragged down to Tank's den where he was placed in the bath tub the werehog called a bed. Tank got in after and settled himself around Xana, pulling him close with one paw before he began to groom him by licking him. Half way through the beast stopped, whined, and pressed his nose into xana's body.

A yelp.

He was never going to get used to that. Xana helplessly dangled from those teeth, tail stuffed between his legs as a blush of embarrassment drenched his cheeks. When he was placed in the tub, he raised a brow in question, unable to speak.

Once he was tugged closer to the big lug, he relaxed. But that didn't last long when Tank began to groom him, earning a surprised gasp. Tank was- licking him? That was a first..

It was actually nice, despite the thought of someone soaking your fur with their saliva being slightly unappetizing. He finally spoke after that whine, "Tank.. I'm so sorry". The program reached a hand to gently run his fingers though that thick fur.

"Shh, I'm here. I promise".