Feire

This time you're free; I know it's hard to believe.

Feire was very busy. He was busy doing all sorts of busy, busy things, like stamping on crawly bugs, and yapping as loudly as possible just to hear his voice bounce around the walls. Polaris was full of the little bugs, hiding under loose rocks and in the patches of moss that littered the area, just waiting for him to snuffle around and pilfer the insides.

His eyes snapped to a flicker of movement by a small rocky pool. A beetle, about the size of his paw was making a run for it, having been disturbed by the childish fox. Quick as a flash, he snapped up the bug, cracking it in between his teeth with a snap!

Feire’s eyes closed with pleasure, but he noticed another presence in the room, watching him. What he assumed to be a Gembound was sitting sadly by one of the walls. Feire didn’t really care about how the stranger was feeling, or what they even were, but he saw a new thing and his brain went ooh! New thing! and off he went. He bounded off to the stranger, screeching to a halt just a meter away from them, head tilted in curiosity and some excitement.

"Hey!" He yapped, teeth all pointy and maybe just a little covered in bug guts- but that was alright, because there was a new thing here! "Whaddaya doing?" The bugs had been brilliant, but he had been hearing about all sorts of crazy things-- like people making light out of nothing!

If Feire could see anything about that, there was no doubt that he wouldn’t leave it alone until he got it himself.




Thoughts!
"Words that come out of mouth"

Feire

This time you're free; I know it's hard to believe.

Oh, good, it had spoken. Feire was just beginning to worry that in all of his enthusiasm he had just spilled his entire heartfelt introduction to a complete and utter statue. That had happened just once or twice before, but it was an honest mistake! That you couldn’t tell a stone statue from a living, breathing, brooding Gembound wasn’t exactly his fault now, was it?


Feire tilted his head again as the hybrid stumbled over their words. That was strange, usually adults (at least, he assumed that they were an adult-- big and strong looking usually checked off those boxes in Feire’s mind) didn’t have any trouble talking. Was there something wrong? Feire knew he got all stuttery when something scared him or surprised him, so maybe they were… scared? Thinking of only helping the hybrid, albeit in his own way, Feire only pressed closer.


"I’m aight! More interested in you, even over my bugs! Is summin wrong?" He popped down on his haunches to stare back up at them, babbling on. “‘Cause I know whenever I feel wrong and sc-aa-ry, I jus’ go hunting! Like the bugs, y’know!” He thought for a moment. ”Or… I go lookin’ for shiny things! Can’t pick up th’ water, but everythin’ else is pretty fair game! Say… Feire shuffled his paws and looked up, hope in his young eyes and an idea forming in his head. ”...Would you like to come huntin’ wit me? It’ll be fun, promise!”







Thoughts!
"Words that come out of mouth"

Feire

This time you're free; I know it's hard to believe.

Feire smiled his big toothy grin. He had never been hunting with a buddy before, but this person seemed pretty worthy of the position. His fur fluffed up, as mangy as it was, and he dropped into a sloppy hunting crouch, slinking away. Feire flicked his tail toward the Gembound, encouraging them to go further away from the cave wall.


”You’ll have a tough time findin’ buggies along the wall, lemme tell ya. They all only love the moss n’ loose rocks, ‘specially the big ‘uns.” He lowered his voice to an almost theatrical stage whisper, turning back to the creature. ”Say, I never got ya’ name. You got one, or am I gonna keep callin’ you ‘big cat thingy’ inside my ‘ed?”

His ears twitched as the scuttling of legs against hard rock registered. Feire snapped around just to catch the tail end of a centipede vanish under a mossy stone, looking for cover all too late. He dipped down and nudged the stone to one side, trying to pin down the slippery beast that was well over twice the size of his paw. In the end, he caught one half under his paws and the rest ground into a buggy mush in the moss.

”Well." Feire said a mite sheepishly. "Not my best catch, but blimey, not my worst ever! There was more than just a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes as he turned to the cat. "Your turn! Canna' be that hard to outperform, right?







Thoughts!
"Words that come out of mouth"

Feire

This time you're free; I know it's hard to believe.

Hm. Li. The fox wiped his stained paw on the moss as he thought about the name. Nice, simple. The cat-- no, Li, had found a bug, and was going after it like they were just a tad embarrassed to. Feire flicked his ears in confusion as Li hunted for critters. What was embarrassing about bug hunting? He had never had any problems with showing off, even if his attempts just landed him face-first in the dirt. Maybe it was an adult thing? Feire felt his mind screech to a halt- was there a rule against bug hunting with adults? Was he making poor Li break the rules of… adulting?

His brain finally registered that Li had asked him a question when she was already performing a pounce on an insect he hadn’t even seen yet. When she managed to pin the thing, Feire finally answered.

”Feire. Tha’s what I call myself, alright.” He peered closer to the bug underneath Li’s paw. ”Ain’t you gonna squish it?” He spoke, just a little confused. ”Or is this one of those adult things that ya just gotta do, because yer’ old, or whatever?”






Thoughts!
"Words that come out of mouth"