#mamabearmuses

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Hopeless as he was, at least he hadn't gone feral.

This merciless stretch of land before him was absolutely foreign, and he hadn't the slightest idea of how he'd gotten here. One moment, he'd been drunk out of his wits. The next, it felt like he was falling. And now... Well, he was staring down a vast expanse of wilderness in the harsh heat of day.

He walked for what must have been hours, searching for some semblance of familiarity. Nothing. It was... Perplexing how ancient the air here felt.

He screamed when a mere doe went running across his path a few lengths ahead, startled nearly out of his skin, and threw his hands over his face as if he expected to be torn apart. Alas, the deer had already gone, and he stood like a fool, quivering on bare feet.

'Human. Your boots are quite spectacular...almost as spectacular as mine, but alas, not quite.'

"as beautiful as ever" skipper to Miss Kitty

     The compliment meets her ears and the mouse turns to look at the speaker, adjusting the bow atop her head pointedly to ensure her perfection. Not a hair out of place, not a single crease in her skirt. She was a glass doll-- preserved in her best state to be the subject of constant admiration.

        And of course she knows who is addressing her so sweetly. But the urge to mess with Skipper? Just a little bit? It’s far too strong. She NEEDS to. Her head tilts to him curiously, closing distance quickly.

     ❛  I’m sorry,❜  Kitty’s voice simpers out  in a playful tease. Her form slips next to his, back laying to the round, white of his belly. The mouse looks up at him and chuckles, her arms reaching high above her so she may cup his beaked face-- If Skipper will allow such a thing, that is.

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Ash was not at all excited, and he wonders just why he agreed to this. Sitting in a chair as some lady carefully trims and tames his hair is not what he wanted to do. But, for some reason, he felt obligated. He wanted to leave that world behind, but sometimes, those things creep back into his life. His mother never forces him, and his aunt has long given up now. But sometimes, every so often, a mediocre need for a judge is requested. And in the region of Kanto, that usually means Ash. Kanto wasn’t known for performers or coordinators. Kanto didn’t have a dent in that market, but, it did have a pageant market that people begged for. And for this prize? Ash could grimace. He probably did. The winner was to be in some stupid new movie starring some movie heart throb. He doesn’t know. Said heart throb was no where to be seen, and Ash envied him. He didn’t have to show his face. Instead, the little boy who was plastered in cereal commercials was in his place, set to judge all the wannabes.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” A loud voice announces. “Welcome to the Princess of Kanto competition! And of course, we have our special guest judge, making his first debut in years, the Prince of Kanto!”

“You’re ready Ashton,” a voice whispers, pushing the boy on stage. He wonders how he gets roped into these things. Then his eyes lock with a maroon haired woman.