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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/2/2017 4:48:12 AM
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The fox makes a sighing sound. curling up into a ball of fluff on his foot.
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Now he was just plain confused. "I...what?" He says, questioning why the arctic fox didn't pounce on him and earn its prey yet. Even better, he asked himself, "Why is something from the Arctic here?"
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It was a freaking arctic fox, its the size of a cat. It couldnt tackle him if it tried. It yawned as it fell asleep, wrapped around his foot.
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Considering it wasn't hostile, he decided to smile, and rest there, lowering his Luger to the ground.
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The small canine began snoozing peacefully, yawning now and then.
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He started looking at it, before deciding to take a nap, considering the arctic fox seemed to not want to harm him.
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When he awoke later, the little canine had curled up into a ball of fluff on his chest, it's head buried under its tail.
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"Come on, wolf; don't exactly have a name for you, fella...but right now, you're my only company I have." He replied, picking up the wolf to inspect it.
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As stated before, it was an arctic fox. A he by the looks of it. He made a purring sound when he was picked up, a little jingle sound coming from a loose teal collar around his neck. It didn't have an adress but it did say "Bob" on it.
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"Bob, eh? Casual name, you seem to be?" He says, before picking up his Luger, placing it on his pouch. "Now, Bob...let's see if we can find civilization..." he says, tickling his nose on the arctic fox, before placing it back down and began to walk in the general direction of the Dojo.
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Bob follows along, a little bell on the collar jingling now and then. The Australian eventually comes across a cobblestone pathway leading to a road that would lead to the Dojo.
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"So...imperial Japan improved, eh? Actually surprised at that. Although that doesn't explain you..." the Australian responded, looking back to the adorable Bob.
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Bob murred a little, his tail swaying a little as they went. Soon enough, a child's voice could be heard. "Bob? Bob, where'd you rub off to?!" the kid shouted. The voice was male, sounding rather young.
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The Australian looked around for the unknown voice. "Hello?" He asked.
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He would spot a kid who looked to be around nine or ten roaming about in the woods, a brown cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was orange and his face blasted with freckles. His eyes were a dark brown and he looked to be searching for something. "Bob!? Where'd you run off to?" He shouts, not having seen the Australian yet.
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The Australian simply looked toward the dog. "Alright, Bob...time to return to your owner." He whispered to the arctic fox, before looking toward the boy.
