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Outcross
Child of an angel and demon, this young lycan orphan was saved at birth by dragon blood, which flows in his veins with mysterious power. His boyfriend, J.D., is a regular kid, but wears a bear cub outfit because that is what he really wants to be.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Circ
So begins...
Outcross's Story
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Outcross , unconscious of the effects of his environment, sighs contentedly and moves on to the next item of interest in the Guide. It is an entry about vampires, which reads thus:
Vampires are pale, bipedal leeches that have been ostracized from civilized society in the hope that extinguishing them from the gene pool will reduce the quantity of whining in young females.
Outcross remained oblivious to the proceedings within Gambit's Bar. However, his muzzle appeared to be frowning as he hastily skipped over the Guide's entry on furries.
Outcross sniffed at the air on a sudden, his book forgotten. With the vulpine scent completely gone now, he was suddenly assaulted with what had been an underlying odor; the musky smell of an old woman who for years had no doubt forgotten to - no, best not dwell on that. That is when a grenade burst through the door of the bar. He raised an eyebrow, and his tongue curled out around his muzzle to tickle his whiskers. Then he counted to three, and the Bar's security system kicked into motion and a beam of light from a ceiling fan-mounted lazor deactivated the grenade.
Outcross 's tail swept over the slate tile floor slowly as his eyes followed the puff of smoke, that had been the grenade's microprocessor, waft upward. Unable to contain himself any longer, he blurted out, his voice rich with a predatory growl and the whine of youth,
Which one of you ladies smells like badly-scented candlewax and B.O.?
Outcross 's ears lifted again, his question almost forgotten as he heard outside the sound of high-calibre machinegun fire. Obviously it did not damage the bar, fitted with a defense mechanism, a forcefield, and reinforced starship lockardized-tritanium armor to prevent one of the many historic catastrophic that had caused the owner's insurance premiums to skyrocket throughout the years. Although the flower beds were torn to pieces, the bar itself and its occupants remained unharmed.
Outcross set his chin back down on the slate tile and sniffed. That scent again. He examined each occupant until he saw The Auditor, although her name he did not know, but he was certain she was the source of his nasal distress.
It was just then that the television in the corner, which had been playing the Sunday afternoon football game, skipped to a commercial advertising probiotics.
Outcross turned his eyes to the moxy fog strutting toward him. His chin lifted off the warm slate and he visibly gulped. Now there was a scent he could live with. His eyes roved from her teasing amber eyes to her uplifted tail of fluffiness, and before he knew it he was licking a bit of drool from the corners of his jowls. Then the television channel changed and he got all sad again. Hormonally, he blurted out,
Damn you, Sarah McLachlan! You always make me cry!
Outcross tears were rolling down his face as he gazed up into the corner at the holographic television. There she was, that demon with the voice of an angel, singing about angels to an endless panorama of doggies who had been beaten. Again, he shouted out,
, oblivious to his paramour as much as he was to the sudden increase of pheromones emanating from the very energetic denizens of the bar.Damn you, I say!
Outcross was sobbing so much that a puddle had formed beneath him when the energy-to-alcohol conversion device kicked on in Gambit's Bar. One could see the auras of the bar's occupants being siphoned away, the ambient air being drained of its metaphysical properties, and they could hear pipes running through the floors, walls, and ceiling channeling the fresh ale into kegs in the tavern's wine cellar. Those who had been charging up their attacks for several minutes now would find themselves very faint and very ... sober.
Outcross looked toward Morrigan Kain, and was immediately embarrassed at his emotional outpouring. He was just about to respond when a sudden ding sounded, and a mechanical voice announced to the tavern occupants,
He blinked in confusion for a moment, and then, remembering himself, said,Thank you for your donation to the Gambit's Bar storage. Your rage is our income!
I am sorry. It is just that commercial about the hurt animals. It is so ... SAD!
Outcross blushed through his snow white fur as the Vixen brushed against him, the tip of his tail twitching eagerly behind him.
He frowned, realizing that isn't the best thing to say to impress the a girl.Well, it is a little embarrassing for me. I'm suppose to be a big strong boy, but I cry all the time.
Outcross 's tail wagged eagerly at having some common ground with the fox girl.
My name is Outcross. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Kain.
Outcross nods his head sagely, and responds,
My mother was an angel and my father was a demon, and they planted their seed into a lycan warrior, so I am sort of a mixed bag. I can turn into a boy if I want, but I prefer being a wolf cub. People pet me more and let me lick their faces.
Outcross stretched out comfortably at Morrigan's touch when his wristwatch alarm went off. He glanced down at it petulantly, and then said,
He isn't sure why he told her that, only that if he left his friend there alone they would fight and be sad. He stood up, licked her face, and then ran for the door.I have to go. My friend and I are meeting to to swimming in the lava lakes.
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