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@unnamedfoxfemme
The fox nodded, hopping of the mans lap. As she was on the floor, she removed the bow. /No more bows/ she sent,/I am not cute./
He laughed warmly, the rich sound filling the room, “I’ll be sure to let the makeup team know: no more bows for my little one.” He scratched the foxes head one more time, and walked off to set.
The fox vented, hanging her helm and dashed off to her hiding place. She settled quickly and waited to see her friend act.
The fox yawned as she trotted up to an old warehouse in the early morning. She had a night run and had gone a bit... Overboard on the run part. Now, quite low on energy, she needed to recharge. Feeling drawn to the building, the fox lay in front of the back door, warm air coming out of the space underneath and warring with the crisp morning. She offlined her optics and shuddered, happy to be at rest for a moment.
Prowl was about to leave for Patrol. He preferred morning patrol. No one was around and it was quiet. About to leave he spotted the turbofox. Curious He walked over to it. A turbofox? Here on earth? He knelt by it staying quiet.
/Why keep something that most don’t know about?/She asked rhetorically,/And besides, most mechas never bothered to really listen to us. It’s their decision though and it is only a small line of code to be deleted anyway./
"Thats still sad though." Sari says
"Well makes things less creepy." Bee comments "Its kinda weird that a turbofox is talking to us."
/Ehh, it makes hunting easier,/The fox admitted, /And you should see a certain wolf I know. Twice as large as me, organic, and the best friend of a medical seeker as well. THAT is strange./
In the forgotten part of Lost Light
Makeshift was driven out of his old room by the medbay. There would by a mess in the room along with splattered energon. There was also a trail of dried energon that would lead to where Makeshift was living now.
Playing with his sparkling weakly in room he made his home in. It was pretty big room. Had everything he needed to not have to go out and do things. Like a wash rack for two, two big berth, a kitchen, a study and a small room for Redbolt.
Oria had been lost on the ship for quite a while, only getting snippets of her friends sent here and there. She had finally gotten to the Rec room and a few cubes of energon when she had a strong sent of Makeshift. She fallowed it and came to a dead stop at his open door.
Energon was every where, and Oria could tell it was all her friends. Her Optics wide, she stepped carefully into the room, whining and whimpering over what she thought as her friends offlining. She had almost not noticed the trail of his live when she stepped out again. Wanting to see if he was really gone, Oria fallowed it.
The fox nodded, hopping of the mans lap. As she was on the floor, she removed the bow. /No more bows/ she sent,/I am not cute./
He laughed warmly, the rich sound filling the room, “I’ll be sure to let the makeup team know: no more bows for my little one.” He scratched the foxes head one more time, and walked off to set.
The fox nodded and rushed to her hiding place. She was not seen, but she was sure to be out of sight.
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I will be going to other blog now. It is still a work in progress and such needs more attention at the moment.
The fox nodded and layed down and purred at the mechling. the poor thing had wings, but she didn’t know if he could use them let alone keep up with her. She nudged his servo again and gave a small whine. He would need to climb on her to stay with her.
He wasn’t quite following what she was trying to tell him. He wasn’t exactly used to interacting with Cybertronian fauna. Not much time for that during wartimes.
But, judging by her laying down… Did she want him to jump on her back?
"Do you want me to ride on your back?" He smiled, scratching behind the fox’s ear. He wasn’t going to just do it without some confirmation first.
The fox purred and nodded, tilting her helm into the spark.ling’s servo.
"Well, alright then." Acid chuckled a little. He had never ridden in the back of… anything really. That ought to be interesting.
He hopped onto the turbofoxe’s back.
"So, where to?"
As soon as the Seekerling was on, the fox jumped up. She barked happily and dashed off, not too fast that he would fall but enough that the wind roared. She had his sent, and was running back from where he came from.
/Really?!/ the wild femme said in excitement, /I hope to stay long enough to see!?
We could ask Kaon and Alpha if you could stay a while, or visit? *Pet purred, his tail wagging.*
The femme nodded,/That would be wonderful!/
The fox yawned as she trotted up to an old warehouse in the early morning. She had a night run and had gone a bit... Overboard on the run part. Now, quite low on energy, she needed to recharge. Feeling drawn to the building, the fox lay in front of the back door, warm air coming out of the space underneath and warring with the crisp morning. She offlined her optics and shuddered, happy to be at rest for a moment.
Prowl was about to leave for Patrol. He preferred morning patrol. No one was around and it was quiet. About to leave he spotted the turbofox. Curious He walked over to it. A turbofox? Here on earth? He knelt by it staying quiet.
the fox nodded, /I had a friend of mine that is a medic put them in. I was quite tired of playing games with mechs to try and gain their Comm. number. The speakers make it all so much easier./
"Fascinating." Prowl said examining her
"So what turbofoxes are sentient or something?" Bumblebee asks
/All Cybertonian mechanimals are sentient,/ the fox said with a bored tone,/ But most throw it away./
"Why would they do that?" Prowl asks obviously curious by this.
/Why keep something that most don't know about?/She asked rhetorically,/And besides, most mechas never bothered to really listen to us. It's their decision though and it is only a small line of code to be deleted anyway./
/Any time is a good time, but how do you feel about a place called Las Vegas?/ The fox sent with a purr. She didn’t move though and made it seem as if she wasn’t entirely real.
He raised his brow, “Vegas?...
The fox nodded, hopping of the mans lap. As she was on the floor, she removed the bow. /No more bows/ she sent,/I am not cute./
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Now do the replys I have been putting off. I AM SO SORRY GUYS.
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I'm so sorry guys. I've been working on another blog and have been to tired to reply as of late. I will do it I promise, but tomarow.
The fox yawned as she trotted up to an old warehouse in the early morning. She had a night run and had gone a bit... Overboard on the run part. Now, quite low on energy, she needed to recharge. Feeling drawn to the building, the fox lay in front of the back door, warm air coming out of the space underneath and warring with the crisp morning. She offlined her optics and shuddered, happy to be at rest for a moment.
Prowl was about to leave for Patrol. He preferred morning patrol. No one was around and it was quiet. About to leave he spotted the turbofox. Curious He walked over to it. A turbofox? Here on earth? He knelt by it staying quiet.
the fox nodded, /I had a friend of mine that is a medic put them in. I was quite tired of playing games with mechs to try and gain their Comm. number. The speakers make it all so much easier./
"Fascinating." Prowl said examining her
"So what turbofoxes are sentient or something?" Bumblebee asks
/All Cybertonian mechanimals are sentient,/ the fox said with a bored tone,/ But most throw it away./
The femme nodded, and fallowed Pet down the hall. She was a little slower than normal, but she was distracted by everything around them
*Pet paused by a door sometime later and scratched at it; it sliding open in answer and letting them in to the blind mech’s room.* This is Kaon’s, *he purred affectionately,* he might be having cubs soon…
/Really?!/ the wild femme said in excitement, /I hope to stay long enough to see!?
/Any time is a good time, but how do you feel about a place called Las Vegas?/ The fox sent with a purr. She didn’t move though and made it seem as if she wasn’t entirely real.
He raised his brow, “Vegas? Oh that’s ages away… I...
/I can try,/ the fox sent as she purred.
Tilting his head, Acid Storm looked at the fox as it whined and pushed his servo.
"Hm? What’s wrong? Do you… want to take me somewhere?" He asked, trying to read the fox’s body language. He wasn’t exactly used to dealing with Cybertronian animals, but he was at least making a valiant effort.
The fox nodded and layed down and purred at the mechling. the poor thing had wings, but she didn’t know if he could use them let alone keep up with her. She nudged his servo again and gave a small whine. He would need to climb on her to stay with her.
He wasn’t quite following what she was trying to tell him. He wasn’t exactly used to interacting with Cybertronian fauna. Not much time for that during wartimes.
But, judging by her laying down… Did she want him to jump on her back?
"Do you want me to ride on your back?" He smiled, scratching behind the fox’s ear. He wasn’t going to just do it without some confirmation first.
The fox purred and nodded, tilting her helm into the spark.ling's servo.
The fox yawned as she trotted up to an old warehouse in the early morning. She had a night run and had gone a bit... Overboard on the run part. Now, quite low on energy, she needed to recharge. Feeling drawn to the building, the fox lay in front of the back door, warm air coming out of the space underneath and warring with the crisp morning. She offlined her optics and shuddered, happy to be at rest for a moment.
Prowl was about to leave for Patrol. He preferred morning patrol. No one was around and it was quiet. About to leave he spotted the turbofox. Curious He walked over to it. A turbofox? Here on earth? He knelt by it staying quiet.
The fox smiled, showing off her sharp denta, /Thank you Sari./ A pause, the fox had just spoken, though her lips didn’t move. But there was indeed a voice coming from her. /I-it fixed my internal speakers!?/
Prowl and the others where a bit stunned at this.
"You can talk?" Sari asked her eyes wide and mouth agape.
"A turbofox can talk?! Slag thats cool." Bee commented
Prowl’s reaction was more subtle a quirk of his brow and mouth closed
the fox nodded, /I had a friend of mine that is a medic put them in. I was quite tired of playing games with mechs to try and gain their Comm. number. The speakers make it all so much easier./
/Any time is a good time, but how do you feel about a place called Las Vegas?/ The fox sent with a purr. She didn’t move though and made it seem as if she wasn’t entirely real.
He raised his brow, “Vegas? Oh that’s ages away… I dunno if we’ll make it in time… Unless...
/I look silly with the bow,/ the fox drawled, /And yes,unless we are not in the U.S. I can not swim well./
