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[floki,]

{{I finished the forum, page 4, can I also reserve Belle from Beauty and the beast?}}

[Sʈɑrry Ɲɩght Skɩə]

{I don't mind in the slightest}

⊰ Nala ⊱ ⊰ Seventeen ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱

The former lion pushed through the brush calling out one last time, "Simba?" She leaned back against a tree her eye lids falling over her blue eyes. She didn't envy humans in the slightest. It was slow walking on two wobbly, soar feet. Not to mention tiring. She was use to running over the plains after wildebeest, exhaustion only coming after a long days hunt. But here, being human, seemed to just take it out of her. She couldn't have been walking for that long only a few minuets and she was completely out of breath. Instinctively she tired to sniff the air looking for any signes of her former pride mate. Nothing, only the sweet smell of flowers and trees. "Right, human not a cat any more." she mumbled.

The girl stood up dusting herself off. She pushed her light brown hair from her face before she continued walking. She passed by a large tree and stopped. She was being watched, she could feel it. She walked in a cercle scanning the forest around her. "Is anyone there!" she called her voice ringing through the trees. It was odd hearing her own voice, her human voice. She shivered and called out one last time. "I know you're there! Show yourself!"

[sheep.]

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The child's breath caught in his throat; never had he been in such close proximity with anyone other than the circus crew, and even then, Mama had been with him! He was lonely, scared, and cold; the wind which rustled the trees also blew across his exposed skin, and he carefully attempted to pull the short sleeves of his shirt down to cover more of his arms. A failed effort, in the end, and he had to catch himself to not sigh in desperation.

The stranger's voice rang out again, soft yet confident. Dumbo's new (and a good size smaller than his old pair) ears caught most of the sentence, and when he put it together, he suddenly realised; was the woman like him? An animal, taken from their home and turned in to a human? He hoped so. Maybe she could help him, since Mama wasn't there?

Then, the female spoke again, voice loud and mildly threatening. Mindlessly, Jumbo Jr followed her orders, shuffling out from the tree with his head hanging low. Blue eyes peeked out from behind chest-length, knotty, mouse-brown hair, fear and hope held in the pupils both at once.

[Sʈɑrry Ɲɩght Skɩə]

⊰ Nala ⊱ ⊰ Seventeen ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱

Nala hadn't actually thought anyone would listen to her 'threat'. She wouldn't even be surprised if who ever was hiding, if any one was hiding, didn't listen to he and remained hidden. She had mostly caught her breath and after a few seconds figured that no one was coming. Maybe this whole being watched thing was just inside her head. But her assumptions were quickly proven true. She saw the movement before she saw the boy.

Though her eyesight wasn't as good as it had been when she was a predator of Africa she could still see the movement of the boy before she saw his figure. She spun around her blue eyes meeting his own. He was clearly much younger then she was, possibly around the age of nine or ten. She blinked a few times but kept her distance, she didn't want to scare him. "Where you the one watching me?" she asked all the stress leaving her voice. At least a little kid couldn't do anything to her. She rubbed her naturally tan arms and shivered slightly in the cold air of the forest. This place would definitely take a lot of getting use too.

[sheep.]

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Dumbo felt the older's eyes on his, along with a piercing sensation, like she was trying to figure him out. She wouldn't hurt a child, would she? The younger trusted her to have more sense than that. His eyes flittered around nervously; sometimes, they would lie on the female, others, they would be gazing at something in the surroundings. The lack of eye contact gave him a little bit of confidence, and it was a little bit that he needed.

When the woman spoke again, it was softer and less tense; through it, the tension left the child's body, too. He nodded slowly, guilty, opening his mouth to say something. It took him a few tries, but finally he managed to mumble something out. "Sorry," his croaky, unused voice spluttered, heat rising to his cheeks at the realisation of just how bad he was at speech. "I sorry. Scared," he explained, voice rushed and foreign to his own ears. Even as an elephant, Dumbo barely ever spoke; something he regretted.

[floki,]

✧Ｐｅｔｅｒ Ｐａｎ✧

~Never say goodbye,
because saying
goodbye means
going away,
and going
away means
forgetting.~

--Peter Pan--

~To die
would be an
awful big
adventure.~

Peter had kept his eyes on the prize. It was a brightly colored mango. He had ideas for this mango. His plan was to ruin Hooks day. Peter quickly took off from his branch he had perched on and reached out and grabbed the mango. The skin was smooth to the touch and the bright yellow glowed in the sunlight. After Peter had the mango in his grasp he took off to find Hook. But he was no where to seen. So Peter tucked the Mango in his small vine belt.
He looked up towards the Sky and realized that the sun was slowly sinking and the black of night was taking over. Peter flew over to the hideout that him and the lost boys use. But no one was there. He was alone that night.
Peter flew inside the hide out (which was a large willow tree) and found his hamper. He laid down and pulled out his small piccolo and began to play it. This was a tradition for him. Every night, before he went to bed, he would play it. A soft tune played through out the hide out. Soon that tune was seemed to be carried on a breeze, and the tune swiftly circled the area.
After several minutes of him playing the tune, he placed the piccolo back into his pocket. His eyes grew heavy, and his mind eased off as he fell asleep. Everything seemed normal to him.


Peter woke up, but not in his hamper or in the hide out. But on a beach of a unfamiliar island. He quickly sat up and looked around. He had never been here. Was this a new island that was undiscovered in Neverland? Had Hook found him and placed him here as a joke.
Peter stood up and jumped trying to take off but he quickly landed on his butt. He wasn't able to fly. Why was this? This scared Peter mare than anything. He reached towards his arm and pinched it hard, hoping that this was a dream. But once he had opened his eyes, he found that he was still there.
"This isn't a dream....then where am I?" he asked himself, before getting up.
Peter ran off the beach and through the forest. Several times he had stumbled, but got back on to his feet. No on seemed to be around, he was alone once more.
"Hello? is anyone out there?" he called out, hoping for a response. But what were the chances of it. What were the chances of him being all alone? Was there anyone else on this island? Or was it just him, him and the animals.


{{if anyone needs someone I have Peter open}}

[Sʈɑrry Ɲɩght Skɩə]

⊰ Nala ⊱ ⊰ Seventeen ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱

Nala watched the child closely. He seemed uncomfortable and almost out of place. If she was hoping to run into anyone besides Simba she hoped that it would be a native. If there were even any natives in this place. But of corse she had to run into a child. She presumed he wasn't a native and when he spoke she came to the conclusion that he clearly wasn't from here either. Was he like her, lost and alone taken from his homeland and just warped here out of the blue? There was only one true way to find out.

Nala pushed herself out of her thoughts an smiled at the child. "It's ok, I'm not mad." she said her protective instincts slowly kicking in. It wasn't right to just leave a chid out here all alone, she'd have to watch him it was the only right thing to do. But first she needed some answers. "Your not from here, are you." her question was more of a comment. "Where are you from then? I think we might share a similar story." If the same thing had happened to him, and she was just assuming that it had, then where there more people or animals or things out there like them. Where they not alone?

[sheep.]

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The smile reassured Dumbo, and he instinctively gave a small smile back. Maybe the woman wasn't so scary after all, he decided, raising his head slightly to get a better look at the other. After listening to her, he was glad that he hadn't annoyed or upset her by watching her; he really didn't mean anything bad, and his smile widened as a show of gratitude.

But then the questions came. He nodded his head in affirmation at the first statement; he was definitely not from the jungle, wherever they were - he's never even been to such a place, considering how he was born right in to circus life. However, he had to rack his mind for the answer to her second question - where was he from? His circus wasn't the only one, for sure, and he had never been told the exact location...

Sighing in disappointment, the child shrugged his shoulders loosely. "Circus. Elephants." He did wish for her to be the same as him - taken from their homes to here, because he just needed someone who would understand the situation - but it was obvious to him that she hadn't been an elephant, even if she was an animal. The loss of sharp senses told him that much; the only special sense elephants had was to run away if mice came near. "Where..." he paused, trying to figure out the correct wording, "... is home? Yours." Another rush of blood flowed on to his face. He noted that he really needed to work on speaking, when he got the time.

[Sʈɑrry Ɲɩght Skɩə]

⊰ Nala ⊱ ⊰ Seventeen ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱

The former lioness leaned back against the rough bark of a tree. She was glad the boy was more comfortable with talking to her, even if his speaking needed a little bit of work. "A Circus?" she repeated after the boy finished speaking. She bit her lip going through her brain to see if she even knew what a Circus was. She had never heard of something like that before but the one thing the boy said that she did understand was elephants. "So what do elephants have to do with a so called, Circus?" she asked. Did this boy do something with elephants or maybe he lived with them? Still, they way he carried himself and spoke it almost seemed like he wasn't use to being a person. No, this boy isn't an elephant. That is just absurd!

Nala smiled at the awkward question and sighed. "Well," she said trying to search for the right words. "I come form far away. My home is known as Pride Rock." she sighed a sudden feeling home sickness catching her heart and causing her stomach to twist and turn. It was like when she left the pride to look for Simba, she missed home but she had to do that. This was against her will she was needed back home. "We lived there together on the open savana." she started again. "Hunting, living as a pride, and working together ot rebuild the Pride Lands." she paused realizing how strange this must sound. "I- I wasn't human there, I was a- I was a lion." she said slowly hoping to not scarethe poor kid.

[sheep.]

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The former elephant grinned proudly at he deceleration of his home. He tried to speak slower, focusing on getting his words right. "Circus is nice. We perform. There are other animals. Lions, tigers, horses. Everything. They perform too. Magic, at the circus." Dumbo was practically beaming now, all the recent happy memories from the circus flooding his mind and washing away the bad ones. "Mama's at the circus, too." If this other woman was an animal, then there was no doubt it Jumbo Jr's naive mind that his mother would be somewhere in the jungle, too.

He piped down, listening to the female's description carefully. As she spoke, the child could see a growing look of pain and loss appear on her face. Of course, though, Dumbo marked it down as just a bad memory, because she was talking happily enough, wasn't she? Nothing struck the child as unusual; after all, he was an elephant - used to be an elephant- so he couldn't judge. Rather, it sounded much like the Cirucs, with all their teamwork.

He wasn't shocked or scared in the slightest when the woman told him of her real species (well, maybe a bit worried - lions at the circus could be really scary when they wanted to). Quite the opposite; it only confirmed, to him, that his mother might be there. "That is good. Lions, they are helpful at the Circus. People like them. You and me, we're here - there will be others, too. Maybe Mama."