Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Ray's Balcony]

Startled from the sudden noise from above, Ray yelled as the chair tipped over backwards and he landed with a short grunt onto his back. When he opened his eyes, blinking the blurriness away, he came face to face with Nothus. "AHHH!!" He yelled. "You're not Prowler!! At least he's not supposed to be some sort of scalie... AM I THAT BAD WITH DESCRIPTIONS!?" He exclaimed, mostly to himself.

After a few moments of self loathing, he calmed down. "Hi."

[Candy's Place]

Prowl's stomach growled loudly and he groaned a little, clutching his well toned midriff. "I'm emptier than the deepest, darkest depths of the blackest black holes in center of the emptiest of universes!" He half exclaimed, half muttered playfully.

"That's dark and depressive." Claire said approvingly. "So, what was your name again?"

Prowler perked his ears up and nearly jumped again when he came face to face with the goth-chick. He admitted she was pretty hot, but was too young for him. "It's Prowler," He introduced himself. "Prowler Dharke."

Claire sighed. "Oh Prowler Dharke, such a shady and sad name thou hast. So dark, so deep, is thy name true to thine nature?"

The Coyote blinked at her. "Wha?"