Well, here I am on a Sunday, I love Sundays, and I'm waiting for dinner to
commence! Dinner at grandmas house! Anyway, I updated, and I'm having
bunches of fun with little pieces of the original group interacting with
Shiva. Its fun, and I've got a bunch of jokes lined up. I've just got to
find where to put them!
Artemis000- wow! Thanks so much for reviewing! And yea, sam is a pretty nice guy, and he'll have some tough choices to make in the future... keep reading, find out!
Moonshadow10- oh my gosh! Yeah! Cat characters are awesome, I've been reading yours... oh my gosh its sooo cool! Keep updating!
Anyway, like usual, Xmen in any shape or form do not belong to me, but enjoy!
***
"So, heard you were talking to Sam Quigly at lunch." Bobby, the Ice man, sat next to Shiva during chemistry.
"Yeah, he'sss not half bad a guy." Shiva shrugged, "I just get the feeling that, like my mom, most of the people around here are ill-informed."
"Yeah, around here and the rest of the planet." Bobby quipped.
"Oh- do you mind?" Shiva pulled a pop can from her bag and handed it to the young mutant as the teacher walked in.
"Course not." He took it while the bell rang, and handed it back to the cat girl before opening his notebook and turning his attention to the short balding man who was their teacher. Shiva took a sip of ice cold coke as Mr. Killborn passed out gloves.
"Today we will be experimenting with dry ice. I know it does not look cold, but please- and I cannot stress this enough- it is. Wear the gloves and goggles people, I don't want any trips to the emergency room."
"If you can't ssstand the cold..." Shiva muttered under her breath.
"Then stay outa the ice mans way." The two mutants grinned at each other, and the class continued.
***
Free from the restrictions of school and the image inducer, Shiva dropped her bag off in the common room and launched out the window to run across the hills to her favorite tree. She yawned the clean air and flicked her nails out to sharpen them on the branch she lay on. Her thoughts drifted for a while, passing by, but not focusing on her day at school. It seemed as if they all glared at her, excepting a grumpy boy with messy brown hair in her English class and a couple of boys, one with a hunch walk and sickly green skin, the other was several times the size of the largest jock she'd seen. She snorted, wondering how that boy had walked through a door that morning. Those three boys smelled similar, each different and unique, but... sullen, she decided, as if each had looked at the world and was certain they didn't want any part in it.
Sam... now there was an enigma. Shiva lay her head on her crossed paws and smiled gently. He smelled of dirt and old spice, that same scent her father used to wear. Sam would sit with her again, she knew, if his jock friends didn't pull him away. He was interested in what she had to say, he was intelligent, and maybe if he understood- maybe others would follow.
"Yo!" a large spike implanted itself in the tree bark an inch from Shiva's nose. She blinked and looked down at the boy who'd tossed it up.
"Yo yoursself. Whatssss up boy?" she asked, making the black teen flush as she climbed down the trunk, agile as a squirrel, and touched her nose to his. He smelled solidly of dust and the stuff he used to oil his skateboard wheels.
"Ummm...The Prof wanted to see you. He wants to know how your first day went." Spyke coughed as Shiva landed on the ground and stood straight. He wasn't as tall as most of the boys, but as she stood there Shiva really realized how short she was compared to the others. Her eyes went up to his collar bone and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as hers. He backed up and patted her head. "I told him I'd fetch you."
"Thankssss Sssspyke." Shiva started to follow him as he turned toward the mansion, but the snap sound of a branch behind her had her twirling. "Wait." She laid a hand on te boys arm, "There'sss ssssomeone here..." she sniffed the air cautiously, "wind... and... hair gel?"
"Quicksilver!" Spyke let loose an array of arm spikes into the forest. A slight yelp and the brush of a quick wind against their cheeks told them that not only had they frightened the intruder away, Spyke had gotten a hit.
"He'ss bleeding." Shiva confirmed as she sniffed the air again. "Who was that? Ssspyke?"
"No one important," his eyes roamed the forest, "I'll tell you about it later." Spyke put his hand on Shivas back and scratched absent-minded. "Lets go see the Prof."
***
Shiva stepped into the office, once again taking a deep breath and smelling the old books and the floral scent of the Proffesor. This time, however, the smell of flowers was companied by grass, dirt, and twizzlers.
"Prof? You wanted to sssee me?"
"Yes," he wheeled out from behind his desk and toward a pile of fur resting on a side table that once held a lamp. "For several reasons actually." As he spoke the fur twitched and a pair of pointed ears peeked out from the middle, and a tiny black nose shoved its way from under it all to sniff madly.
"Who isss thiss?" Shiva asked as she knelt down and breathed out sharply so the creature could catch her scent and know her not to be a threat.
"They," the Prof smiled, "actually." He placed his hand under the nose and pulled a tail from over its eyes. "This one is Veit." A cute fox face emerged from under the tail, his eyes were large and a clear green, his teeth as he yawned, proved to be sharp little buggers. "Hana." The two ears on top popped up as the other fox heard her name. While Veit's fur was more orange, Hana's fur was a chocolate brown, her bright blue eyes stood out against the dark fuzz. "Zikra?" Professor Xavier asked as a low growl developed from the middle of the pile of bodies.
"Zikra!" Veits voice was small, but deep.
"Mew?" a head popped out next to Hana's, her fur was a deep red with white circles around one green eye, and one blue eye.
"Meet friend?" Hana whispered in a soft, hesitant, breathy voice.
"Mew."
"Shiva." She introduced herself and put her nose next to the girls to give them her scent.
"Mew." Zikra agreed, then stuck her face back into the combined furs of herself and her siblings.
"Professsor?" Shiva asked.
"They were abandoned at our gates. I'm assuming that they are mutants, and my cerebro confirms it."
"We are sir." Veit acknowledged.
"How old are you?" Shiva asked, sitting on the floor and leaning into the Professors hand as he scratched behind her ear.
"My sisters and I are ten, Shiva." Veit pulled himself from the pile and dropped down to sit in front of Shiva. He was incredibly small, probably only twice the size of a normal fox, his features not even remotely human. "We do possess the ability to change back to human form, but only when all three of us wish it. At the moment I'm having a hard time convincing my sisters that they can be safe here, so they wish to stay in a relatively safer form."
"Jussst wait a minute... you're telling me that you're ten?" Shiva'd never heard a ten year old with such polite manners.
"I'm advanced for my age." He looked down at the ground, as if blushing.
"You want me to help you convice your sssisstersss that you're ssssafe here?" Shiva looked up at Xavier. "Sssir?"
"I believe that you can Shiva. Give it a shot?"
Artemis000- wow! Thanks so much for reviewing! And yea, sam is a pretty nice guy, and he'll have some tough choices to make in the future... keep reading, find out!
Moonshadow10- oh my gosh! Yeah! Cat characters are awesome, I've been reading yours... oh my gosh its sooo cool! Keep updating!
Anyway, like usual, Xmen in any shape or form do not belong to me, but enjoy!
***
"So, heard you were talking to Sam Quigly at lunch." Bobby, the Ice man, sat next to Shiva during chemistry.
"Yeah, he'sss not half bad a guy." Shiva shrugged, "I just get the feeling that, like my mom, most of the people around here are ill-informed."
"Yeah, around here and the rest of the planet." Bobby quipped.
"Oh- do you mind?" Shiva pulled a pop can from her bag and handed it to the young mutant as the teacher walked in.
"Course not." He took it while the bell rang, and handed it back to the cat girl before opening his notebook and turning his attention to the short balding man who was their teacher. Shiva took a sip of ice cold coke as Mr. Killborn passed out gloves.
"Today we will be experimenting with dry ice. I know it does not look cold, but please- and I cannot stress this enough- it is. Wear the gloves and goggles people, I don't want any trips to the emergency room."
"If you can't ssstand the cold..." Shiva muttered under her breath.
"Then stay outa the ice mans way." The two mutants grinned at each other, and the class continued.
***
Free from the restrictions of school and the image inducer, Shiva dropped her bag off in the common room and launched out the window to run across the hills to her favorite tree. She yawned the clean air and flicked her nails out to sharpen them on the branch she lay on. Her thoughts drifted for a while, passing by, but not focusing on her day at school. It seemed as if they all glared at her, excepting a grumpy boy with messy brown hair in her English class and a couple of boys, one with a hunch walk and sickly green skin, the other was several times the size of the largest jock she'd seen. She snorted, wondering how that boy had walked through a door that morning. Those three boys smelled similar, each different and unique, but... sullen, she decided, as if each had looked at the world and was certain they didn't want any part in it.
Sam... now there was an enigma. Shiva lay her head on her crossed paws and smiled gently. He smelled of dirt and old spice, that same scent her father used to wear. Sam would sit with her again, she knew, if his jock friends didn't pull him away. He was interested in what she had to say, he was intelligent, and maybe if he understood- maybe others would follow.
"Yo!" a large spike implanted itself in the tree bark an inch from Shiva's nose. She blinked and looked down at the boy who'd tossed it up.
"Yo yoursself. Whatssss up boy?" she asked, making the black teen flush as she climbed down the trunk, agile as a squirrel, and touched her nose to his. He smelled solidly of dust and the stuff he used to oil his skateboard wheels.
"Ummm...The Prof wanted to see you. He wants to know how your first day went." Spyke coughed as Shiva landed on the ground and stood straight. He wasn't as tall as most of the boys, but as she stood there Shiva really realized how short she was compared to the others. Her eyes went up to his collar bone and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as hers. He backed up and patted her head. "I told him I'd fetch you."
"Thankssss Sssspyke." Shiva started to follow him as he turned toward the mansion, but the snap sound of a branch behind her had her twirling. "Wait." She laid a hand on te boys arm, "There'sss ssssomeone here..." she sniffed the air cautiously, "wind... and... hair gel?"
"Quicksilver!" Spyke let loose an array of arm spikes into the forest. A slight yelp and the brush of a quick wind against their cheeks told them that not only had they frightened the intruder away, Spyke had gotten a hit.
"He'ss bleeding." Shiva confirmed as she sniffed the air again. "Who was that? Ssspyke?"
"No one important," his eyes roamed the forest, "I'll tell you about it later." Spyke put his hand on Shivas back and scratched absent-minded. "Lets go see the Prof."
***
Shiva stepped into the office, once again taking a deep breath and smelling the old books and the floral scent of the Proffesor. This time, however, the smell of flowers was companied by grass, dirt, and twizzlers.
"Prof? You wanted to sssee me?"
"Yes," he wheeled out from behind his desk and toward a pile of fur resting on a side table that once held a lamp. "For several reasons actually." As he spoke the fur twitched and a pair of pointed ears peeked out from the middle, and a tiny black nose shoved its way from under it all to sniff madly.
"Who isss thiss?" Shiva asked as she knelt down and breathed out sharply so the creature could catch her scent and know her not to be a threat.
"They," the Prof smiled, "actually." He placed his hand under the nose and pulled a tail from over its eyes. "This one is Veit." A cute fox face emerged from under the tail, his eyes were large and a clear green, his teeth as he yawned, proved to be sharp little buggers. "Hana." The two ears on top popped up as the other fox heard her name. While Veit's fur was more orange, Hana's fur was a chocolate brown, her bright blue eyes stood out against the dark fuzz. "Zikra?" Professor Xavier asked as a low growl developed from the middle of the pile of bodies.
"Zikra!" Veits voice was small, but deep.
"Mew?" a head popped out next to Hana's, her fur was a deep red with white circles around one green eye, and one blue eye.
"Meet friend?" Hana whispered in a soft, hesitant, breathy voice.
"Mew."
"Shiva." She introduced herself and put her nose next to the girls to give them her scent.
"Mew." Zikra agreed, then stuck her face back into the combined furs of herself and her siblings.
"Professsor?" Shiva asked.
"They were abandoned at our gates. I'm assuming that they are mutants, and my cerebro confirms it."
"We are sir." Veit acknowledged.
"How old are you?" Shiva asked, sitting on the floor and leaning into the Professors hand as he scratched behind her ear.
"My sisters and I are ten, Shiva." Veit pulled himself from the pile and dropped down to sit in front of Shiva. He was incredibly small, probably only twice the size of a normal fox, his features not even remotely human. "We do possess the ability to change back to human form, but only when all three of us wish it. At the moment I'm having a hard time convincing my sisters that they can be safe here, so they wish to stay in a relatively safer form."
"Jussst wait a minute... you're telling me that you're ten?" Shiva'd never heard a ten year old with such polite manners.
"I'm advanced for my age." He looked down at the ground, as if blushing.
"You want me to help you convice your sssisstersss that you're ssssafe here?" Shiva looked up at Xavier. "Sssir?"
"I believe that you can Shiva. Give it a shot?"