[center][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/center]

A raised eyebrow greeted Robert's request.  Out of everything, he wanted to focus on the ferret?  The scruffy little critter and its single-track mind hadn't made much of an impression on Abel, but he couldn't help but admit that the horrible thing was at least adorably horrible.  It would be a little while before anyone could stand it enough to figure out its true potential, and was therefore a perfect fit for Shiro.  That, the guardian mused, or it was simply a mindless animal with special abilities.  Yikes—unfortunate implications indeed, if he'd have been shortsighted enough to say it aloud.

“Well, it's small, and mostly gray.  It's got dark coloring around its eyes, so it looks like it's wearing a superhero mask.  Its teeth stick out slightly, and it's kinda ragged.  Definitely not as sleek as normal ferrets.  But it's just as stretchy, like most are.  You ever hold one?  They're like furry slinkies.  This one had a lot of aura, even had a semblance.  He could speak into our brains, but he's as dumb as any other ferret, so all it said was 'food' and 'fun'.  Shiro loved him, named him Scoot 'cause when he moves around on the ground it looks like he's sliding, I guess.  Sapph hates him though, because he's nice.”  Abel noticed that he'd transitioned to calling Scoot 'he' rather than 'it' halfway through his explanation.  Was the critter growing on him already?  Abel shrugged.  As long as it didn't nip him, he supposed he could pet it now and again.