E10-Sonic oc something- SonicX/The Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog-Action-Public

Longest title yet.

So yeah, one oc per person, basically we have a main group and a villain group. But it's centered in Mobius! Only animorphic animals, or robots.

Looking for a big bad right now. Any takers?

Winter decided to go for a walk. Walking was always helpful when you were angry. She grabbed a machete, and a backpack full of weapons and set off in a random direction. After a while, she threw the backpack down and began to climb a huge tree. She then sat on a branch about halfway up and dangled her legs down.

Slash walks by dragging his claymore in the dirt, it was a long time for him to notice Winter in a tree "What are you doing young miss? Don't your guardians worry?" He asks bitterly before covering up a hole where an eye used to be, he still needed to cover it up, if the girl was as old as he thought she was, she wouldn't want to see a bloody hole. He knew when he was younger he wouldn't, his mother was killed, he knew the feeling of pain.

(I'm making Slash 26 again, I like him better older.)

(She'll be 24)

Winter shrugged. "I'm climbing a tree."

Slash shook his head, whoever this girl was, she was odd. Not the normal odd with quirks and...moments. But the kind of odd when you make your stuffed animals get married*, "Aren't you twenty something?" He asks with a frown, there was something oddly luring about the fox girl. He turned his head away, she was the first person besides his dad he's seen in years.

*True story

Winter gives the unknown wolf an odd look and tilts her head to the side. "I'm twenty-four," she announced as she jumped to a lower branch and stood there, balancing. "But that doesn't mean I can't climb a tree." She pulled out a throwing knife and flicked it so that it landed by his foot.

"You're special," Slash picks up the knife, licks it, and lets the blood dribble onto the dirt. He then picks up his claymore and drags it off, he knew there was something special about that girl. Not the good, but not the bad either. He just shrugged, but the cat girl kept tugging at his mind, he didn't want far, he could just turn around. He swallowed the blood and looked at Winter "What's your name?" He stares at her darkly

Winter bounced farther up the tree before sitting on a branch. "I'm Winter... and you are?"

"Slash," he simply says and has to keep swallowing the blood, he didn't care, it tasted good to him, it reminded him of home. Back when his parents were alive that is. No matter what he felt, the girl still confused him, she seemed happy and bubbly, but she carries many weapons.

Winter makes a face as Slash swallows blood. "Gross," she complains, then pats the branch she's sitting on. "Come on up."

Slash lets the blood disturb Winter, it was better than letting it mat his fur "I can't climb trees," he rolls his eyes. He was a wolf, a member of the dog family, not a member of the cat family.

Winter shrugs her shoulders. "I'm a fox, and you're a wolf. We're pretty much the same, so you should be able to climb this tree." She wraps her brown-tipped tail around the branch and uses it to help her swing to a lower branch. "Climb," she demands, holding out her hand to help him up.

Slash reaches for Winter's hand, she was a cat family member as he was dog, he wasn't sure she realized that. Dogs can't climb trees, least not ones like him, he never cared for climbing trees in the first place, he preferred meditating, fighting, and writing. It actually wasn't a matter of the tree, or even climbing, he just hated climbing trees.

Winter pulled Slash up onto the branch. She then scrambled up to the next one and looked at him expectantly.

Slash crosses his arms, he didn't like being on the first branch, it only got worse after the first one. He uncomfortably shifted then gave up, he jumped back onto the ground feet first "I don't do trees."

"Fine," Winter said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't do the ground. Carry me." She jumped out of the tree, aiming to land on his shoulders.

Slash moved away letting the fox girl fall to the ground "Carry yourself," Slash rolls his eyes, he didn't care for the girl, yet he did.

Winter shrugged and grabbed her backpack. "Okay then. See ya later," she said as she started walking away, then turned back. "Why are you here anyway?"

Slash groans, not THIS again, "I'm homeless okay," he glares "Go away," he growls, not once has anyone ever said something worthwhile after he told them, he toward a small shimmering light with irritation

Winter pulled out a small pocket knife and threw it at his chest before turning around and running off full speed.

Slash catches the knife mid-air and mutters something very mannerless, "Get a life," was the last things he said and the only audible things he said.

Winter pulled her backpack onto her back and began to climb another tree, this one with a treehouse amongst the branches. Her sharp ears had heard his last remark. She jumped from one branch to the treehouse and pulled herself through. It was a little childish, yes, but she needed somewhere to stash the stuff nobody else could see. Yawning, she picked up a sketchbook and began to draw a random picture in it. She found the lines forming together to make an outline of a wolf's face.

Slash walks over to where he set up a campfire and sits down, finally some peace, he opens up a bag and slips an eye patch on his eye he stares into the flame and notices the form of a fox, he shakes his head, it was gone. He picks up some twigs and widdles them a bit, one becoming a fox, one a wolf, and the last one a another wolf, but smaller, he throws the small wolf in the fire, "I need to relocate tomorrow," Slash mutters, he had to relocate everyday, not once since his father's death had he stayed in the same place, his dream was to become an assassin, he was good at fighting, but he was homeless, no one would hire a homeless assassin.

Winter lay down on the floor and yawned. She began to doze off.

Slash pours a bucket of water on the fire then falls asleep on the log, his bag under his head acting as a pillow.