FiendxFriend? (OPEN)
Jan 19, 2010 13:53:24 GMT -5
Post by foxiliscious on Jan 19, 2010 13:53:24 GMT -5
The fox sauntered down the scalding road, donning his typical disgruntled expression. The day that lodged ahead promised to be disgustingly cheerful and ablaze with sunshine, not quite the ideal weather to disassociate himself from the repugnant humans in. His frayed hat was rigidly tugged down over his dusky eyes, diffusing his fixed glare into a shadow and making him seem even less receptive than he usually was.
Stationed at each side, behind, and the front of the carnivore were clusters of annoyingly blithe and chatty tourists. He felt, to be frank, surrounded by imbeciles. Most days he wouldn't have paid much attention but the more he perceived the groups smothering him, the more he spurned them. How he detested the majority of those pale, hairless apes with their jovial laughs and bizarre gadgets they were so fixated with. A fox cavorting around like one of them should have been more intriguing, he assumed, but that was just his ego getting the better of him again.
He wasn't so much famished for the attention as he was for a slice of their mottled hides. The fox watched, strife and hunger sparkling in his coal black eyes, as a particularly corpulent woman shuffled past him towards the lavatory. He might have followed her in if the abode wasn't as crowded as it was now. He couldn't risk getting his head shoved down the crapper if he was discovered.
Again.
Flexing his spindly, scarlet wrists forward, the sour tempered fox reached into the fat lady's purse and nicked her pastel hued wallet before she had made it all the way around him. Fortunately for him, she had been too intent on making it to the bathroom on time and didn't seem to notice. He smirked inwardly, vilely to himself as she hurried off. What an obtuse hippo.
Ensconcing his thick rear end on the railing of the nastily saccharine ride, he began to dig through the flowery billfold. Sweet! Thirty bucks and some leftover Hershey kisses. Humming complacently, the fox popped one of the chocolaty morsels between his jagged fangs, foil and all.
What to do now?
Stationed at each side, behind, and the front of the carnivore were clusters of annoyingly blithe and chatty tourists. He felt, to be frank, surrounded by imbeciles. Most days he wouldn't have paid much attention but the more he perceived the groups smothering him, the more he spurned them. How he detested the majority of those pale, hairless apes with their jovial laughs and bizarre gadgets they were so fixated with. A fox cavorting around like one of them should have been more intriguing, he assumed, but that was just his ego getting the better of him again.
He wasn't so much famished for the attention as he was for a slice of their mottled hides. The fox watched, strife and hunger sparkling in his coal black eyes, as a particularly corpulent woman shuffled past him towards the lavatory. He might have followed her in if the abode wasn't as crowded as it was now. He couldn't risk getting his head shoved down the crapper if he was discovered.
Again.
Flexing his spindly, scarlet wrists forward, the sour tempered fox reached into the fat lady's purse and nicked her pastel hued wallet before she had made it all the way around him. Fortunately for him, she had been too intent on making it to the bathroom on time and didn't seem to notice. He smirked inwardly, vilely to himself as she hurried off. What an obtuse hippo.
Ensconcing his thick rear end on the railing of the nastily saccharine ride, he began to dig through the flowery billfold. Sweet! Thirty bucks and some leftover Hershey kisses. Humming complacently, the fox popped one of the chocolaty morsels between his jagged fangs, foil and all.
What to do now?