Aaron cocked his brow. They were taking him seriously? Best fix that right away. He closed his cloak again, crossing his arms beneath the garment.

"I want fifty a day," he replied, "No less. And if I have to injure someone it's extra. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"For the last time, I'm not a meerkat!"

It took a minute for Aaron to realize what he'd said. Then he slammed his head into the tree trunk out of his own stupidity. Perhaps now was the time to run.

Shit! That damned cat went and got herself discovered. Made a huge distraction though. She was still at the tree where he left her. This would be a good opportunity to disappear himself. The Aaron slunk around to the side of the tree opposite the apple pile, and glanced back at the apple pile that presently contained the cat.

An Argonian had discovered her. It didn't seem hostile so far. Still, the ferret kept his eyes open for the rest of the lizard's group. There were most certainly more than just this one person in the forest with them.

Aaron stopped and spun back around, looking cross. “And where exactly would I carry… Food?”

The ferret looked up in disbelief. Somehow or another, they’d stumbled upon an apple grove. The cat was quick to climb up one, displacing fruit left and right. Aaron picked up one of the fallen apples, polishing it on his cloak before taking a bite. It tasted well enough, he supposed.

“Well that’s convenient,” he remarked. The ferret grabbed two more of the things and hid them in his cloak, before looking back up at the tree. “Surely you don’t need that many apples!”

The thought of leaving the cat behind flickered through his mind. She was certainly distracted enough. On the other hand, she clearly had the mentality of a child. Leaving her here probably wouldn’t sit well on his mind. He shook his head.

“You’re getting soft, Aaron,” the ferret muttered. He started off again…  But couldn’t stop himself from shouting back: “I’m going!”

“If I’m boring you then find something more interesting,” Aaron replied, before spinning on his heel and starting off into the woods again. “And for the last time, I’m a ferret! You calling me a meerkat is like me calling you a dog!”

Admittedly, he was moving quicker now. Mainly so she wouldn’t put her hands on him, as he wasn’t looking forward to the possibility of her actually being strong, and toppling him. Such a thing definitely wouldn’t get him anywhere. If getting anywhere with this cat was even possible to start.

“And I didn’t save you, I just opened your cell door,” the ferret continued. He was beginning to regret this action. “I’m sure they would have let you out eventually anyway, I just sped up the process.”

[The Forest]

“I am, too, bad!” the ferret exclaimed.

What was with this cat? She had to be around the ferret’s age, and yet she acted so much younger. And, if his ëwitty’ reply was of any indication, she was starting to rub off on Aaron. Not to mention her tilting her head over so far was making his own neck hurt just from looking at it.

“Where I’m going is not your concern,” Aaron said, “And we’re in a forest, running is noisy and wastes too much energy. You move too quickly! It’s so easy to hear you stomping around.”

Now he was giving the cat advice. This 'getting away from her' thing was going wonderfully.

[Meanwhile, out of the way of present events…]

Sunset. The harsh light of dusk barely penetrated through the thick canopy of a forest. The animals were silent; transfixed, perhaps, by the gloomy atmosphere. The only sound came from a lone figure, making his way quickly through the underbrush.

He was a ferret of some sort, tall and thin, with a black mask-like marking around his eyes and black fur on his ear tips. His head and neck were otherwise white. He wore a cloak, with the hood down, which obscured his middle and reached down to his knees. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, and his black pants were rolled up half way to his knees. His visible feet and legs were black furred, the former of which had pinkish gray paw pads, the same color as his nose. A tail poked out the bottom of the cloak, a sandy tan color for the most part, ending in a black tip.

His name was Aaron, and he was on the move. The inside pockets of his cloak were weighed down by a book and a bag of coins, both of which he recently relieved from their previous owner. As one could probably guess by his attire and choice of words, he was a thief. He had put his talents to use retrieving an object that was rightfully his- the book, of course. The money was an extra. Consider it a service fee.

Suddenly, the ferret stopped and, brushing his cloak out of the way, revealed a set of five throwing knives, carefully attached to the garment’s interior. It also revealed more of his figure, as Aaron didn’t happen to be wearing a shirt, either. Much like his feet, his hands were also padded. Black fur covered his arm from his hands to his elbows, the same tan as his tail took over from there. Said tan covered from the base of his neck down, broken only around his pelvis, where black fur reached up to a point on his stomach. A rope tied his pants around his waist.

He had stopped because he heard a noise behind him. The ferret grabbed two of his knives, wielding them blade down. He spun around, towards the source of the sound, and raised his weapons.

“Alright, come out. I know you’re there,” he called.

Hey! Name's Rex. I was invited here by a good friend of mine, Wocky. I'm an American college student, pursuing a degree in Graphic Design. I enjoy writing on the side, and very much love RPing. Other than than, I don't really know what to say. Happy to be here, and I hope my time on this site will be both productive and fun.