An unusual encounter (Mok)

by **Kit** on March 8th, 2012, 1:19 am

Kit squeaked in dismay as the bag closed over him and he was thrust into darkness once more. Moments later, the bag around him was bouncing up and down. This has to be the bounciest stomper ever! All of that up and down and not having solid ground under him made Kit start to feel sick...

A small retching sound, too quiet for Mok to hear, signaled the loss of Kit's lunch, as it were. When Mok finally released the skunk, there was no movement for several moments. To Kit, the world was still spinning, and it took a while for him to realize that the ground was, in fact, under him now. Soon he realized that there was also a bit of light in front of him and - sniff, sniff - FOOD-THINGS!

After the day he'd had, Kit deserved this. He waddled his achy body out of the sack and plopped down in front of the food-thing pile, whereupon he began systematically devouring the lot. He was too distracted by the food to notice that he was surrounded on three sides, and he was nowhere near as worried as he should be about the bouncy stomper just outside.

by **Mok** on March 13th, 2012, 9:11 pm

Mok began to panick. What was he to do now? He had the damn skunk in the tent and it was eating. He couldn't tell if it was happy though. He needed to make it happy. He needed to think like a skunk.

"Think like a skunk! Think like a skunk!" Mok muttered to himself with his eyes closed. The animal already had food, but it had no sex! Thats right! The myrian figured out what would make it happy: another skunk! Yes two skunk friends to have all the fun in the world. Mok had it figured out. Not only would another skunk boost moral, it would help his skunk train and get stronger.

There was one problem though, he didn't know if this skunk was a male or female. The myrian had some spying to do. Laying on the floor and still as possible Mok tried to take a look under the skunk's butt...no good though the skunk's bushy tail was in the way. The half-blood would need to grab the skunk.

Inching closer and closer, Mok's rough hands stretched forward. The myrian hoped and hoped that the skunk would not notice him. His only goal was to see the sex of the skunk and move on.

1...2...........3!

Mok went for the skunks tail; his plan to lift it slightly to check it's groin.

. . .

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

by **Kit** on March 28th, 2012, 4:17 pm

Almost too late, Kit sensed to stomper grab for him. With a squeak, he hopped out of the way, the stomper's hands managing to just brush the fur of his tail. Kit turned to face his attacker, hissing menacingly and watching him carefully. He realized now that there was nowhere for him to run. He started backing away and to the side, trying to find a way to get around the stomper and escape.

He bumped into something, which was very tall and wooden, and the thing rocked on it's side and then fell over with a loud thud. Kit jumped in surprised, but soon discovered that the cylinder was hollow inside. Partly thinking to escape and hide, but mostly just curious, Kit crawled into the opening. It was a dark, enclosed space. It felt like home.

by **Mok** on March 29th, 2012, 1:42 am

Mok attempt to grab Kit's tail ended in massive failure. The skunk avoided his grab and scampered quickly away. Within seconds the animal was inside of a barrel. Why didn't the stupid myrian think of that before? He could have put the damn rodent inside of the barrel and not have to worry about it. Quickly Mok grabbed the lid and covered the enclosure. Perfect. There was no way that the damn animal was going to get away. The only way a skunk would be able to get out would be to knock the barrel over.

Taking all precautions, Mok grabbed the mobile prison and took it outside. There he wedged it into the fire pit's sand. That way it wouldn't move. There was no way that the skunk was going to escape! Everything was set. Except Mok forgot about one thing in his hurry. The inside of the fire pit was not entirely out yet. There was a big fat ember sitting right under the sand that never got put out all the way in the morning. It was a recipe for disaster, but Mok was oblivious. Taking a seat on the floor about ten yard away, the myrian sat in contemplation of what to do next, little did he know though, but the barrel was getting very, very hot.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

by **Kit** on March 30th, 2012, 9:26 pm

Kit felt the sickening sensation of fear as he was once again in a small prison, being moved around at the mercy of a bouncy stomper. When the rolling stopped, his relief was short-lived, as the skunk got the impression that the stomper was trying to cook him alive! He made urgent, distressed noises, which sounded somewhat like a low-pitched squeak. The stomper probably just thought Kit was unhappy about being trapped, but really he was unhappy about being roasted!

He tried to climb up the sides of the prison, but then were smooth and vertical, and his claws were not designed for climbing; he could not get a good grip. As the sweat rolled through his fur, he realized there was only one way out of this. His shifted quickly, briefly lighting up the inside of the barrel. In his new boy-sized form, he barely fit crouched inside the barrel. Crying out at the hotness of his bare feet, he stood up quickly, hitting his head on the lid of the barrel (and consequently knocking it off). The direct sunlight almost blinded him, but in his haste to get his feet off the ground, the naked boy quickly toppled over the edge of his former prison and rolled along the ground.

He decided he'd rather not stick around for whatever torments would be next. He took of at full speed, going as far in whatever direction was "away" as he was able.

OOCIf you want to continue this, you might be able to stop Kit, but otherwise this is a good stopping point.

by **Mok** on April 9th, 2012, 5:21 am

The last thing that he ever expected to happen occured; a small boy jumped out of the barrel. Mok's mouth dropped in astonishment as the naked kid rolled onto the dirt, stood up, and sprinted away, "A petching kelvic...shit!" The myrian made no effort to chase the kelvic though. He was way too lazy now. Slowly walking over to the barrel he pushed it over onto the floor and noticed that there were still embers in the fire."Petching idiot," he mumbled to himself. Grabbing the empty barrel with both hands, Mok tossed the wooden thing across the main area of the camp. His outburst of rage brought no satisfaction though. Now, he didn't even know what emotion to feel. Happiness? Sadness? Anger? Whatever. He didn't have the time or energy to chase down a stupid kid for no reason. Rest assured though, that next time he say the kelvic he would make sure to slap him around a little...all in good fun of course.

Sitting down again near the lumber he had dragged in, Mok began to whittle some wood in boredom.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

by **Ink** on April 29th, 2012, 9:24 pm

And in the Aftermath . . .

The Rewards are Revealed.

Kit :

Written in the ink :