((I had Bark answer this one, because Sonic would just be confused.))
((This is so perfect I don’t even
Aaand here we have some unfinished sketches of Bark being adorable. In that first one, Finitevus is all “AAAAAAAAUUUUGH” and Bark is saying with his eyes “CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I GOT THIS SHIT!”
((Reblogging from personal blog because Bark))
“so …uh… is that a yes or a no?” The hedgehog raised a brow at the bear.‘Can he even speak, seems to be the real question here.’ Shadella mentally noted.
An inward sigh as he just.. gave up, closing his eyes as he buried his face in his hand, slowly shaking his head from side-to-side again. No, he wasn’t attracted to her, though opening his eyes again to look at her again, he had to admit to himself that she was very, very pretty.
She eyed the bear carefully.
“Uhh… can you speak? Are you a mute?”
Again with this question. It was a reoccurring thing whenever he met someone new. Bark slide his hand down from his face, letting it return to his side as he shook his head yes, shoulders slumped and eyes appearing tired. It was easier to let everyone think he was a mute, not that it made this any less.. awkward.
This for you, people of DAMMED.
((NACK, NACK!! ))
((Pfff))
((LIKE BARK AND FINITEVUS
((THESE TWO HNGNGN\
((I SHIP IT))
((*SCREAMS* WHAT.
I…
I..
I ONLY MAMA AND SON RELATIONSHIP SHIP THIS. AND YES, FINITEVUS IS THE MOTHER.))
Large, bright lights overhead illuminated the large underground stadium, burning Bark’s eyes whenever he glanced upward. Yellow furred ears attempted to lay as flat against his head as they possibly could as the roar of the crowd seated upon the bleachers cheered and yelled. It was a sound that Bark would describe as thrilling, as long as it was. It reverberated through him, invigorating him, adding fuel to the fire that was that pleasant adrenaline rush that coursed through his veins. The smell of blood and sweat assaulted his nose, as well as dirt that was kicked up during the recent scuffle, making his nose give an agitated twitch. A small sneeze as he looked down, his opponent near unconscious on the ground before him, wheezing as he lay there at Bark’s feet. Was he going to try and get back up again, the polar bear wondered, poking him with a boot, receiving not a single reaction save for a small twitch. Yup, his fifth opponent didn’t seem as if he’d be getting back up again. Good. Bark sported a grin that could only be described as sadistic, the sound of his gloves tightening as he clenched his fists, ready for his next opponent, drowned out by the crowd.
Three rings of a bell enhanced by loud speakers signaled the end of this match, followed by the voice of the referee, some black and white middle-aged cat that sat high up in that enclosed box area, mouth hovering by a microphone, the graying moustache set above his lips twitching with every word he spoke. Well.. it sounded more like shouting, not that Bark cared all that much. He was still happy on adrenaline, watching as his downed opponent was carried away by two men and off the field. It’s been a long time since he’s entered this illegal fighting tournament and he wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that he was having fun.
“There ya have it, ladies and gentleman! Guess that’s what happens when you bare your knuckles against all the force of a brick wall! That makes five consecutive wins by this big guy!”
The referee was comparing him to a wall? Not the first time he’s been compared to that, actually. If anything, it fueled his pride, though just a bit. To be a brick wall was to be tough, unmovable, unbreakable. Of course, he knew he was possible to defeat in actuality. The referee’s praise after every match Bark stormed through wasn’t going to rush to his head and make his pride swell too much. After all.. the last time Bark had been here, signed up for these illegal fights as a team with Fiona and Bean, they had lost. The memory left a bitter taste on Bark’s tongue, that smirk wavering as the referee continued to chatter away. They had lost to that bat woman of all Mobian. Her name was Rouge, if he recalled; not that he’d ever forget. Well this time Bark would win. He’d win and fix up his damaged extreme gear with a fraction of the money. That gear was special to him, gifted to him by his good buddy Bean. It was even green like Bean, and Bark couldn’t help but notice that Bean’s own gear was yellow. They were such a pair.
“-and his next opponent, having entered the tournament all those years ago with the brick wall himself as a companion,”
That snapped the polar bear out of his thoughts, looking up at the referee before looking forward at the large wooden door that would swing open to reveal his next opponent. Had Fiona entered this year as well?
“that feathery fiend with an explosive personality!” Here the referee took a second to laugh at his joke, covering his mouth with a hand so the microphone wouldn’t pick up the sound of his chuckle and project it through the speakers. Meanwhile, down on the ground Bark stiffened, his smirk having completely faded.
No, it couldn’t be. Bean?
“Bean the dynamite!!”
The wooden door at the far end of the stadium swung open, giving new life to the roars of the crowd.
An ear swiveling lightly at the voice, fur standing on end. Although that was a voice he rarely heard spoken out loud, he recognized it, a shiver traveling up his spine as he snapped his head in the other.. Bark’s direction. That voice he heard had been his own, spoken out of the body of a perfect look-a-like. Bark.. the silent Bark was obviously in shock, staring for a few long moments before his eyes darted back and forth, searching for any clues that this was all a big joke.
((Oh hello.))
“Uh… you okay?” The hedgehog watched the bear fidget a little, topped with a tiny blush.
Shadella awkwardly coughed a bit. “…uh… are you… attracted to me …or……”
Bark’s eyes widened and returned to her at the question posed, startled by it. No, no,no,that’s not why he was blushing. He shook his head from side to side to tell her this, but wait.. he didn’t want her to think she wasn’t attractive, now shaking his head up and down before groaning in frustration at himself and blushing even deeper.. hands fidgeting even more with his scarf.
((Awkward babu. xD;))
“so …uh… is that a yes or a no?” The hedgehog raised a brow at the bear.
‘Can he even speak, seems to be the real question here.’ Shadella mentally noted.
An inward sigh as he just.. gave up, closing his eyes as he buried his face in his hand, slowly shaking his head from side-to-side again. No, he wasn’t attracted to her, though opening his eyes again to look at her again, he had to admit to himself that she was very, very pretty.
(( HI GUYS! Miss Rosy-mod here.
Sorry I haven’t been on here in a while…
Rosy muse died dooown
down
dooooown.
So! I might as well put this account to rest by playing another character, which is another off the handle character.Mister Bean the Dynamite. ))
((*SCREECH* <33
