The Meerkats New Clothes [Completed]

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Character(s): Timon and Desire
Content: Entering Piaxao
Setting: Niflheim Gate [G10]
Time: Friday Afternoon
Warnings: Nakedness I suppose.


Timon was worried. It was very unlike Simba to leave for days on end (three to be exact) without a single word as of where he was going or when he'd be back...okay, so maybe it was, but the lion was at least in the jungle during those times and now, now he was no where to be seen.

The little meerkat and his friend, Pumbaa, the horrendously smelly, had cased out their entire jungle home looking for their friend in fear of the possibility that he may have hurt himself or was trapped under a fallen tree currently needing their aid. But regardless how hard they searched, there was no Simba to be found. This could only lead to two possible outcomes;

"Oh Pumbaa, our dear Simba, he's been kidnapped! We gotta save him!"

Tilting his head slightly, the warthog raised a brow at his companion whom was currently walking upon his snout. "Are you sure?"

Looking rather insulted, Timon placed both paws upon his hips wearing a frown. "Of course I'm sure! What other explanation is there?"

"Well..." Pumbaa began, "Maybe he went back to live with his pride."

"His what?"

"Pride: A group of lions that live together."

"I knew that." replied the redhead after a moment of silence. His arms dropped to his sides flimsily as he cast his gaze into the lush jungle, no direction in particular. "But...why?

His friend shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe they call it a pride because of-"

"No, no. Why would Simba leave us."

"Oh...I don't know."

Taking a seat, Timon tried to make sense of the concept of his friend leaving them. Maybe he was mad at them. But why? He didn't sound upset the last time they'd been together. Then again, he could have been hiding his feelings from them.

Tapping his finger on his chin thoughtfully he suggested, "Maybe it's your smell."

"HEY!" snapped the warthog giving an angry snort.

"I said maybe, Pumbaa." Taking another glance around, he hopped down from his friend's snout giving him a small smile. "I think I'm going to look for him again."

The two knew there was no Simba among them in this jungle (as well as you readers since it's been pointed out numerous times ;)) but it did not cause either of the pair to correct the statement. Pumbaa knew what was between the lines, and would have even without hearing the words.

Walking a fair distance from his friend, Timon collapsed once again, this time on a small rock.

Of course Simba wasn't kidnapped, he was big and strong enough to take care of himself. He proved that numerous times when him and Pumbaa would attempt to pull a prank upon him (some actually fooling the lion).

But if that wasn't the case, that only left one explanation, one Timon wasn't very fond of.

He scratched his head and yawned. Suddenly he was feeling rather tired. Perhaps it was the stress...or from the lack of sleep over the past days from worrying about his friend.

'Now is no time to take a nap! You gotta figure out why Simba-' A second yawn interrupted his thoughts. '-why he left-' Another yawn. '-and what I can...'.

The meerkat shut down, his lids no longer capable of remaining open and brain just to tired to think. Slowly, he curled up into a tight ball and fell into a deep state of sleep...

"Stop it, he's gunna know!"

Timon frowned. Something kept jabbing into his arm causing him to swat blindly around him to rid whatever it was to cause such discomfort. Laughter soon followed.

"Get back in line and leave that repulsive specimen alone!" scolded a new voice. The poking stopped after that.

Giving a groan, he gradually sat up and rubbed his soar eyes. What had that been about? Maybe it was his imagination. Shaking his head, he fully opened his eyes to have his jaw suddenly fall loose.

This wasn't the jungle. This wasn't his home! -were those humans?! Why was his finger up his nose?

Yes, they had to be! But what were they doing here? Or rather, what was he doing here? And again, why was his finger up his nose?

Pulling it out, Timon flicked the snot off of it to find yet another surprise awaiting him; pink, fleshy, hands. Not paws, hands.

Staring at the hand, the fingers twitched. Yes, it was his. But...how did? This didn't make sense. What made his paw become this...pink thing? His eyes quickly darted to his second paw to find it too had become identical to his other. Slowly, his eyes traveled down to find a pair of fur-less legs, feet and oh so much more.

His hands flew to his face where he began to pat it down furiously. The shape was nothing familiar to him except for one feature: his ears. The same round, cupped feel to them resting at the side of his head. But this was hardly anything to feel relieved about because the rest of him...it wasn't his. This wasn't his body.

Sitting in a state of both shock and realization, Timon responded to the situation the best way he knew how: throwing his head back and screaming.

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Desire was never one for queueing. Stretching langurously, it's gaze ran over the designs of the gate, unimpressed. The sudden change in dimensions did not faze it in the slightest. Desire had always been here, only now it was in a more corporeal form.

A tiny smile curved it's lips ever so slightly. This Paixao would be most amusing, indeed. very few had called to it the way this city did, and Desire responded, pleased for yet another playground to amuse itself in.

Sashaying towards the large gates, Desire largely ignored the gazes of the mortals that had been standing in line. It was already used to these sorts of things, for what was Desire but a compelling, irresistible emotion?

It knew what each and every one of them wanted, what they sought for, and right now, common sentiment was to get this paricular screaming...person to shut up and to get some clothes on.

The person it knew as Timon was a strange individual, indeed. So many desires this little one has... it mused as it stepped up towards him coolly, eyes of gold staring down at him intently.

"My," it purred, it's voice soft and rich as the most decadent velvet. "What a racket you make, Timon."

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His lungs grew weak, and eventually the screaming died. Though he hadn't been keeping track of the time, it was a bit obvious he'd been screaming for at least a minute or two. Perhaps longer?

Out of breath, Timon weakly glanced back over his body. For some reason another, it was almost unbearable to look at. Disbelief? That sounded about right. But who wouldn't be in such a state of shock to find themselves with five toes. Not three, five.

Looking absolutely ridiculous for the most part, the redhead wiggled his toes, poking and pulling on them as if they were by far the most remarkable thing he'd ever seen. They were only capable of keeping him entertained for a short time though for suddenly his attention was diverted to a unexpected visitor.

His eyes snapped open widely and a small jump was given in surprise. "How do you know my name?" he snapped, throwing his glance up to the voice's owner. "It's not nice to sneak up on people you know."

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Bemused, it gazed down at him, unfazed in the least. "I know so much more than just your name, Timon." His words were laughably ridiculous. Nice?

It was nothing but a simple mortal's definition of behavior. Desire was so much more than that. "You were screaming so loudly you wouldn't know if there was an explosion behind you, would you?"

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Frowning, he quickly looked behind his shoulder to insure there hadn't been an explosion during his short display of panic before answering. "Would too! -listen, I don't know who you think you are but you don't know me. I've never seen you in my life."

Trying to retain balance as he began to stand on wobbly legs and attempt walking away from the current situation. Unfortunately, it did not turn out as well as he had planned. He was so used to his tail being there to support him and keep balance, walking without it just seemed out right impossible. His legs gave out with the first step he took leaving the little man to fall face first into the ground.

This wasn't working...thank you captain obvious.

Timon glance back up at the stranger, his eyes squinting from the sun. It hurt his eyes now, the sun, though he could not understand why. Did his new eyes take away that ability as well?

A new thought quickly entered his head at that moment. Could it be possible...yes, it had to be. What other reason was there?

"You kidnapped me!" the redhead suddenly shouted. "What did you do to me? Where are my friends? If you hurt them..."

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Chuckling at his clumsiness, the Endless stuck its hands in the pockets of its white trenchcoat - impeccable dressing was imperative, even in this city - and shook its head.

Did this little man not feel it, the way it affected everyone who came close to the Endless? The longing gazes from the people at the gate were still trained on it, the product of Desire's call.

When it walked in a corporeal form, Desire's call for that emotion was stronger, drawing it out, drawing them close, only to leave them unfulfilled and wanting.

"Foolish little man," it purred, ageless gold eyes never wavering from Timon's. "Why would I have a need to kidnap you, when you already belong to me?"

Laughing softly now, it turned and headed lazily towards the gates.

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"H-hey! I'm not done talking to you yet!" he cried after the nameless, forcing himself back onto his feet only to collapse once again and receive a mouthful of dirt. "What do you mean I belong to you?"

His eyes grew large once more. For some reason another, he did not want his current accompanist to leave him. Watching the being leave felt as if all he'd ever had, wanted, and needed was following them.

Timon reached out, crawling, limping, a mix of just about any form of desperation to reach the unknown. "Don't go!" he pleaded.

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[OOC: OMG I forgot to mention that Desire is a being that pulls everyone towards it, and it appears in the form that is most attractive to the individual. I don't know if this is godmoding or anything ^^; But it pretty much is part of Desire's abilities ^^;; ]

Pausing in it's steps, Desire watched as Timon made it's way towards it. There was no pity in the Endless's gaze; however, it shrugged off the white trenchcoat and handed it over to him.

The little one was most amusing, indeed. "It's exactly what I mean, child." Trailing twin shadows on the ground, one sharp and defined, and the other playfully hazy, Desire smiled ever so fleetingly, a precious few seconds, and it disappeared into the flawless, perfected features of the Endless.

"Here." It continued. "Put this on and get up. Your search for Simba has yet to begin." The desire to look for a dear friend was hardly anything to be overly interested in, but each and every sliver of that emotion was delightful, nonetheless.

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[ooc: It may be seen as a form of Godmocking among some. I personally am alright with it considering it is as you said part of the character.]

Tilting his head slightly at the offering, Timon took the white article of clothing from the golden blonde's hands and surveyed it curiously before looking up once again at the flawless woman.

"I'm not a kid!" the man growled, annoyed the tag placed upon him by one of his hearts desires. But when she smiled, he couldn't help but mirror one back, longing to wrap his arms around her and shield her from the world.

He held back though. He had too, for the beauty was already speaking to him once again. "But I don't even know where I am? How am I supposed to find Simba here?" Timon asked, slowly slipping on the trench coat the way he had seen the nameless wearing it.

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"You're going to have to find it out for yourself, won't you?" Desire did not fulfill wishes nor longings. It was longing. Perhaps it was the most painful form of torture for the ones it came close to, but that was what it was, a steel blade within the most luxurious silks. Pain in pleasure.

Resuming it's walk towards the gates, it simply sauntered past the long line of mortals, savouring the way they seemed to seek the Endless out, their eyes drawn to it like the little butterflies that had been engulfed by the flame of the candle.

Ah, Del had been very unhappy about that, but those butterflies belonged to it, not her. As long as there was a smidgen of need, of longing in any creature, that creature belonged to Desire.

"Desire," it murmured to the young woman who was too dumbstruck to speak. Plucking the brochure and the journal out of her hands - sensing that they were meant for it, anyway - it strolled through the gates and into the glorious little city that called to it so.

What beauty, Desire mused. Were any of it's siblings here as well? Desire didn't know if it cared very much about that.

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The woman didn't appear to really have the intention's of helping him aside from clothing, confusing, and driving him absolutely mad. That was women for you though.

Forcefully pulling himself up, Timon tried to follow the longing that once again had trailed off beyond arm's reach. His posture and footwork was all wrong and the appearance of a mer child taking it's first steps soon befell him. People didn't appear to care though, nay, they were far to entranced by their own desire seen in the nameless being.

And that was the last he saw of her. The people standing before the city's gates were easily substituting as a wall, a wall he was far to weak to break through preventing the redhead from reaching Desire. It left him the only simple option of standing and watching like all the others around him.

He didn't even get to know her name.