Way to let a guy know he messed up somewhere. I think I need to change the description, because it's not catching enough eyes... or this fandom is dying, but let's hope not.
Also, you might be asking why I modeled some of the upcoming interactions from "TheMaxx". I honestly don't know why he/she didn't use these characters. Fiona has grounds to suite the Angst tag that he/she loves so much, and there is plenty of grounds for good story telling.
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Sonic felt the breeze in the air. He loved running. It was one of the many things he was good at, and it made his body feel amazing. That's why he was running, to feel good.
Well, not entirely. Sonic ran up the grassy hill and stopped, raising his fingers to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Still no badniks, no dark egg legion, no Eggman. It was eating at Sonic. It had been a few months since the destruction of the Death Egg, and the factories were still spewing out pollution, which meant they were still running. But no attack.
Sonic was getting antsy to say the least. This was uncharacteristic, and while he appreciated a nice vacation… the dust had settled enough for… problems to emerge, or more accurately, resurface.
Sally was fine, the world reset had brought her back from the dead.
It bugged Sonic, and even he knew that this wasn't a "sorry" or "free lunch" kind of problem. Sally had humiliated him publicly. The slap she had given Sonic hurt a little. What it represented, and where it was done… hurt a lot more.
He didn't hate her, he just didn't trust her. Sonic had opened his heart to Sally, and he had shown her vulnerabilities and secrets that he hadn't even shown Tails(Though he had probably figured them out). Sally had broken that trust, and he hadn't bothered to fix it. Why should he? Let her be the one to crawl back.
"Sonic, do you see something?" a higher voice asked.
Sonic turned to see Tails, helicoptering his way over to the hill. Sonic shook his head and put on his signature grin. He didn't want Tails prying at him, "Nah, Looks like egg breath is still liking his wounds."
"So are you going to come back now? Or are you going to keep avoiding us?" Tails asked, accusingly.
Sonic tried his best to sound offended, "Hey, I'm just being cautious."
"Sonic, come on, you know me, and I know you." Tails flatly said, "And everyone is sort of getting comfortable. So we are starting to crumple."
Sonic raised an eyebrow, "Crumple? Like the pie?"
Tails shook his head, "Antoine picked another fight with Rotor today. Bunnie is exhausted from keeping her husband in line. We have too much time, and without a common enemy…well we're all getting upset with each other."
Sonic shook his head, "Come on, you do know me. I'm not the kind of guy to hold a grudge." He put on a fake laugh.
Tail sighed, "Look, just… try to keep in mind that we are your friends. We have your back, even if we have fought in the past."
Sonic nodded, "Don't worry about me."
Sally was probably busy courting that stupid monkey, but it's not like she's the only one who's hurt him.
Come to think of it, a lot of girls I date hurt me. Sonic scowled, watching Tails go back to new Mobotropolis.
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Fiona sat in the shade. She liked it there. It was cool, and out of sight. No one would ever look there. Of course, she wasn't exactly cool.
The fire burned as Sergeant Simian sat down, Drago Wolf, his lieutenant, sat to his left.
"We will move north. The Freedom Fighters will have trouble tracking us there." Simian commanded.
"You aren't exactly the boss anymore. And besides, the freedom fighters are occupied fighting the old fat guy. We could pillage till our hearts content." Proposed Lightning Lynx.
Simian growled, "How long will they be distracted before they focus on us?"
Drago stepped in, saving Fiona the trouble, "We should wait till Scourge gets back. We go no where without him."
Lynx glared at Simian, before they both shrugged.
Suddenly, a strange grunting sound echoed from the bushes to Fiona's left, at the edge on the clearing. A snout poked through, sniffing the ground, as though they didn't even exist.
Drago smiled, "See, entertainment comes. This guy appears to be feral, watch."
Fiona felt…off. "Drago, watch yourself." She warned. That snout evoked a fear she didn't yet understand, but her gut had gotten pretty good at keeping her alive.
Drago took out a protein stick, and waved it a few feet from the bush. The nose stopped swaying, and sniffed. The bush seemed to part, bigger…and bigger. What emerged was brown body with a massive black splotch of fur on its back. A feral box shaped( or bear-like) snout, and paws that were just enough mobian to grab. Powerful arms, and large legs, but the beast crawled on all fours.
It sniffed out the protein stick, and blue eyes looked up at Drago. The beast cocked it's head.
"Drago, don't piss it off." Simian commanded, he sounded nervous.
Drago rolled his eyes. If Fiona and Simian thought it was dangerous, then it wasn't just a hunch. "Relax. Watch."
Drago waved the protein stick in front of the beast's face. The beast snapped, but as it tried to bite the meaty stick, Drago pulled it away and slapped the beast. Everyone except Fiona and Simian laughed. This was childish entertainment at best.
The Creature recoiled, before looking curiously at the Protein stick. A low growl emerged from its throat.
Drago held the stick out and the creature sniffed the air before it's stance…changed. It seemed to broaden out its shoulders, and went in for another bite.
Drago pulled the stick back and slapped the beast again. Lightning Lynx roared.
Sergeant Simian stood up, "That's enough!"
Fiona looked at the Gorilla. He seemed especially on edge. Yeah, this was annoying, but not anything different than what they did to villagers and wild life.
Dragon growled, annoyed by Simian's outburst, "Come on, what's the harm? He's an idiot, and brain dead imbecile. A savage. He's not going to do anything."
"That's a wolverine." Simian growled as Dragon lowered the stick of meat down for the third time. The wolverine was frozen…. It looked different. It's eyes… Fiona shivered. Weren't they blue, why were they red? Why did the white turn black?
Drago snickered, "Come on, you can get it."
The wolverine was glaring at him, its mouth began to froth. Saliva began to drip as the jaw lowered, revealing a set of very large teeth. The kind for crushing bone.
Fiona stepped up, her heart was racing, but not naturally. It was like she hit with a fear serum.
Even Drago was laughing nervously, as the pendulum of meat stopped. The Wolverine's hind legs supported an upper body, which rose to a bi-pedal stance. Its- his arms outstretched to convey size. The wolverine lunged, but missed the meat stick completely. His jaw slammed on top of Drago's head.
The Wolf shrieked, "Get him off mmmmmph." The Beast adjusted his jaws to close Drago's mouth, clamping down as the pressure began to increase on Drago's skull.
Lightning Lynx surged forward, behind and Fiona did the same as Sergeant Simian ran and tried to wedge the Wolverine off. Fiona and Lynx kicked the back legs.
The Wolverine dropped onto his knees, but his mouth jerked. A sickening squelch and shatter was heard, and Fiona's mind snapped out of combat mode. Blood and skull matter scattered on the ground, and the wolverine rose.
"Everyone, back up, now!" Sergeant Simian Commanded. Fiona jumped off, and Lightning followed her lead. Simian knew what they were up against. Maybe they could run.
"Do not convey weakness. It makes them think you are easy prey." Simian commanded.
"Prey? What are we, back to primal animals?" Fiona muttered, watching as The Wolverine tore into Drago's headless corpse.
"I've only got legends to work with." Simian admitted, "Hopefully, he'll get his fill and leave us alone. These guys are tough."
Great Fiona scowled internally. Her internal annoyance was replaced by nausea as she saw he ate not only the meat, but tore into and crunched on bones…. Until he stopped. The Wolverine looked up at them.
Simian donned an assault stance, his fists out.
The Wolverine rose, blood dripping from it's maw with malicious intent, and it roared violently, spewing blood and saliva all over the camp.
Simian lunged forward to attack, and Lynx moved to flank. Fiona ran slid around and kicked the Wolverine in the side as Lightning kicked him in the back.
The Beast growled and turned, giving Simian enough time to slam a fist into his face, stunning the small-bear.
The Wolverine turned its body…but something was off. It was facing Simian but-
Lightning slammed into the ground. He had gone for another rear attack, but the tail had caught him. The Wolverine stepped on the lynx, who was as shocked as Fiona that it had out-
The beast had a universal grin on his face. Fiona felt her heart beat uncontrollably. Drago was wrong, this guy might be savage, or feral, or what ever you want to call it, but he wasn't stupid.
The Wolverine's muscles seemed to grow, and he stomped on Lightning's chest.
Simian roared, and threw a punch, but the damage was done. Lighting was bleeding out his mouth, Fiona… she didn't know what to do. She began to crawl away, turning only to see Simian on the ground, with the Wolverine's mouth around his neck.
He look so panicked. Death was not something that occurred often. But it occurred so quickly, with a jerk of the Wolverine's body, Simian collapsed.
Fiona crawled, "Scourge, Damn it, where are you? Help me. No, no, no."
She could feel the Wolverine's breath on her back.
She rolled over. The Beast had a smile… a sick smile. He raised a paw, a lightly punted her, and she rolled down, into the river bank, barely keeping herself from being swept away by grabbing a rock. The Beast crawled back on all fours, it's black and red eyes seeming to boast victory. Fiona couldn't deny it, either.
It got there, and Fiona waited for the finish blow… but it never came. Instead, the Beast, had a large, old log in his mouth. He set it down in front of her, and she quickly grabbed it and began coast down the river.
Why? Was it being merciful… no. Those eyes weren't merciful, not like Sonic's or Tails'. They were cruel. He wanted the world to know he existed, and corpse couldn't spread the word.
Fiona gripped the log and felt her eyes get heavy. She was loosing blood… but maybe she would survive.
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Johan sniffed the air. That was taken care of, and now he had a quarry of food to consume. The world would soon know it had a new master, but for the moment, it was time to eat.
He turned to the corpses of the various beasts that he had slain. The wolf had foolishly provoked him, but the encounter probably would have ended the same regardless.
Johan tore into the wolf's arm first, crunching down on the bone. He tore and feasted, ripping apart the limbs and torso.
With every bite, he felt stronger and more like his old self. He remembered it now. The men who had fallen on their knees from his might, the power he exerted over the world, and his death. Perhaps this was a strange, twisted heaven, where beast-men ruled the world, but free enough that he could leave his mark on it as he did his old life.
After Johan finished with the wolf, he turned his head to the Haired-man, and began to tear. He remembered Young Odacier, his nephew, who had gone to battle, and become a glorious example of Saxon strength. He remembered his sons… or a few of them. How they had been taught the dangers of the world.
Johan felt his arms grow to support the muscle. He remembered the Ulfheidnar, the Heroics, and all of the valiant men who had fought along side him. Some parts of his memory were fuzzy… actually most of it was, but his memory was getting better.
Johan suddenly perked up at the sound of the wind ushering in danger. There before him stood a green Garden-defender, with slashes across it's chest.
The Smaller creature seemed to chuckle and growl. He was Challenging Johan.
Johan pulled away from the haired-man, and stood on his hind legs, as that was apparently standard. Since he couldn't yet speak their language, Johan decided it was best to use universal communication, and growled at his opponent.
Suddenly, Johan felt the wind knocked out of him, and sharp pierces in his chest. Where had the Garden-defender gone. Johan sniffed the air latching onto the scent-
He felt sharp impacts on his back. Johan swung around. The Garden defender was incredibly fast, and while Johan hated to admit it, he was unpre-
His side burst open in pain, and staggered back, onto the edge of the cliff. He was injured, and unprepared for this fight, which meant he had had to take a chance on this, or continue fighting a losing battle.
Johan hated to retreat, but he had his fill, and he had captured this Garden-defender's scent. Johan would kill him later, but he was too weak for now.
Johan jumped into the water, and began to swim, even as his injuries flared.
Johan swam north, the best he could. The cold would treat him well. Johan swam, aggressively, until he saw snow, where he embarked onto land, and lay there, awaiting recovery.
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