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Apr 18, 2013 04:31PM
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I flew over her and eventually I flew close and tackled her and said calm down its me bay.
Aubrey heard a voice. It was all she could do not to scream.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
It's just me bay, calm down here smell this and i put some lavedar under here nose to calm her down.
I just coughed and sneezed.
"Is that lavender?" I coughed out.
"Is that lavender?" I coughed out.
Summer ran quickly passed the two without looking at either of them, her feet danced along the ground avoiding rocks and trees as she made a sharp stop. Her breathing was heavy as she looked back behind her her breathing heavy as she panted slightly. Her arms were folded delicetly over a small wolf pup her her arms, it reached up and pawed at her cutely as Summer's face looked wild and scarred slightly in the direction she came, growls and howls came from there which startled the little wolf more as Summer tried to calm i down slightly before her knees caved in and she sat on the ground panting slightly her arms secured in place.
"Summer?" Aubrey called out, and pushed the lavender out of her face.
"I'm allergic to lavendar." She explained. And Aubrey ran off into the direction.
"Summer?!" Aubrey was terrified.
"I'm allergic to lavendar." She explained. And Aubrey ran off into the direction.
"Summer?!" Aubrey was terrified.
I have a cure if you want it please come back
Aubrey felt her hands sweep up. She turned to Bay sobbing.
"I cant breathe" She said, barley hearable.
"I cant breathe" She said, barley hearable.
Aubrey nodded, and took a bite.
Aubrey could feel her hands shrinking back to normal. After a while she could breathe again.
"Thankyou. I'm lost. can you help me get back home?" I ask her.
"Thankyou. I'm lost. can you help me get back home?" I ask her.
Sure I said I put a stick on the ground and watched it.
I saw the stick move slightly and look at a tree it's this way I pointed.
I nodded, and followed Bay back to the hut. When we reached the hut, I turned to Bay.
"Thankyou for everything." I said and gave her a hug.
"Thankyou for everything." I said and gave her a hug.
Your welcome I said and hugged her back. Hey if you're not to tired I have a secret to show you that I've never shown anyone else.
I looked down. "Sorry Bay, I really like secrets, but its almost morning and my brother will have a heart attack if he wakes up and I'm not there."
Later then I agreed. And flew back to my nest.
I went out hunting by liam and Auberys and sat in the trees when I spotted a nice rabbit I jumped down on it I missed and fell on the ground shattering my ankle and my knife stabbed my abdomen. I cried out at the top of my lungs "help help me." Hopefully Liam or Aubery could hear me.
"Help!" I said as I dragged my body to the beach.
I entered the place where I got hit I explored the area when I found a snake I cut off its head and headed back to summers.
"Rhiannon, come on!!" Aubrey shouted, running threw the forest.
"Bay!" I shouted one last time.
"Bay, we've been together through thick and thin so I was if I kneeled down would you marry me?"
Being one of the worst navagators ever Thomas found himself not where he wanted to be, in fact he'd ended up in one of the last places to me. Here, in a forest, full of snakes. He'd always been scarred of them, however they'd also been scarred of him. When he looked like soem sort of feirce looking meercat. But then again, that was why he was in his form. 'People won't think it odd that I'm a meercat in a jungle right?
Aubrey grabbed Rhiannons arm.
"Look at that cute meercat!! Oh my goodness!" She whispered. "Its so cute!" Aubrey got down on her knees, and begain to call for the meercat..
"Come here. Come on little meercat. I think I'm gonna call you Joe. You look like a Joe to me. Come here Joe!" She called.
"Look at that cute meercat!! Oh my goodness!" She whispered. "Its so cute!" Aubrey got down on her knees, and begain to call for the meercat..
"Come here. Come on little meercat. I think I'm gonna call you Joe. You look like a Joe to me. Come here Joe!" She called.
The meerkat came scampering over.
"OHMYGOSH!" Rhiannon squealed. "Could we find more and dress them in tuxedos for the wedding and date? That would be sooooooo cute!"
"Will they even let us?" Aubrey asked skeptically, even though she was totally for this idea.
That being said, a bunch of meerkats came out too, and surprise, they were already wearing tuxes.
"This is really awesome. But freaky. This place is weird."
"OHMYGOSH!" Rhiannon squealed. "Could we find more and dress them in tuxedos for the wedding and date? That would be sooooooo cute!"
"Will they even let us?" Aubrey asked skeptically, even though she was totally for this idea.
That being said, a bunch of meerkats came out too, and surprise, they were already wearing tuxes.
"This is really awesome. But freaky. This place is weird."
Thomas had gathered his own little mini army of meercats, funny how they were usualy desert animals. He figured non would really be here at all. "Do I look like a Joe" he exclaimed to Aubrey the rest of the meercats gave him funny looks seeing as moments ago he was speaking in their tongue, now he sounded human. "I think I'm more of a-" he was cut off by a speak from behind him, he squeaked back dumbfoundedly though confidently.
Aubrey stared dumbfoundly as the meercat talked. In her language.
"Rhiannon. Did you hear that?" She asked in a whisper. Then she turned back to the Meercat.
"Ok, Joe. I wont call you Joe. What about Thomas. Ya you look like more of a Thomas."
"Rhiannon. Did you hear that?" She asked in a whisper. Then she turned back to the Meercat.
"Ok, Joe. I wont call you Joe. What about Thomas. Ya you look like more of a Thomas."
Thomas bursted out into laughter, though in his little meercat state it came out as mini giggles "Thomas. I like that. It is my name" he hated how squeaky his voice sounded, but it's not like he'd expect these people to understand if he turnd into a peron. "It's always been my name" his voice was also quite high pitched.
"Oh...ok Thomas the talking Meercat. What bents you here?" Aubrey asked. She found the whop thing really strange.
"Wait....can you shapeshift? Or like Morph or whatever?" She asked.
"Wait....can you shapeshift? Or like Morph or whatever?" She asked.
Thomas nodded, "Well actually, I'm sort of like a shapeshifter, well actually I am." he cursed himself in his head for how incrediably girly his voice came out as "Screw this" he huffed out, though truly the sound was adorable as he jumped back shifting into a human. The other meercats backed away in sheer horror, before bowing to him like he was their leader in awe. "I'm Thomas by the way" he smiled.
Aubrey stood up, and faced Thomas. Man he was hot. She held out her hand.
"I'm Aubrey. How old are you?" She asks. She really wanted to know.
"I'm Aubrey. How old are you?" She asks. She really wanted to know.
"Probably around 18, sadly. Though if it counts for anything I act less mature then my age?" Thomas cocked his eye brow to the side eyeing her. He already figured she was a little too young age wise. But then again, what the heck, it was an island right? One without the usual laws and what not.
"Really? I'm 17!" Aubrey grinned. She just turned 17 three weeks ago, and she was really excited. Thomas was only a year older. It was exactly like Summer and Liam! Aubrey just acted younger than most 17 yearolds.
Thomas let out what seemed to be a sigh of relife. He didn't think he could stand to be attracted to a girl over 4 years yonger than him, he'd feel to pedo ish. "Praise the Lord" he thought, looking at her with an uncontroably grin "Well that is simply amazing deary"
I walked through the forest when I noticed Aubery "hey." She called out.
She laughed at him, and turned to Bay.
"Oh Hi. um Thomas this is Bay, and um Bay this is Thomas." She turned back to Thomas.
"Are you a native?" She asked, hoping she wasn't intruding.
"Oh Hi. um Thomas this is Bay, and um Bay this is Thomas." She turned back to Thomas.
"Are you a native?" She asked, hoping she wasn't intruding.
Thomas waved to Bay before answering "No....I'm from the lovely Transylvania." he smiled with a nod of his head. He had gotten asked that a lot here, the thought of that made him only more curious, or was it the meercat within him that made him think that way.
"Oh, that's way cool! I'm not from here either. My plane crashed here on the way to Japan. It was crazy. But....now I'm stuck here." Aubrey said. She was nervous, and when she gets nervous, she tends to babble, and twirl her hair with one finger. She never ment to, but she just did.
"szia." She replied in his native tongue.
Thomas noticed "Look, if you're having that much trouble with your words, jus calm down" he reached his hand out to grasp gently her hand that was twirling her hair as he gently took it out of her hair.
He figured it was simply fact that he'd just been a (view spoiler) meercat.
He figured it was simply fact that he'd just been a (view spoiler) meercat.
Aubrey blushed. "Sorry, I um get nervous around new people." The simple touch of his hands literally sent thousands of butterflies into her stomach. Which was crazy because she just met him but....
"Nervousness is something everyone has....Though when you really think about it, I'm not that new to you. Well not when we're comparing this to a butterflies life span. About 5 days sometimes. So by that prospective, I've known you for years, so really I'm not that new at all" Thomas smiled at her, though his heart seemed to not be as calm as he was.
"Haha ok. So I got a question though...where do the butterflies come in?" Could he like read her mind? Because she was just thinking about butterflies. The butterflies in her stomach kept fluttering around in their. She was really nervous, but she hoped he couldnt tell.
Thomas shrugged "Just a feeling, that and I know their life span...It's not that long. Though it feels like forever for them." he tried to suffocat a blush that he had stuffed down his throat. Real men don't blush he told himself, getting a funny feeling in his stomach. He had a feeling he wasn't making it up either.




