Damon Inferel

A man saw a zombie on the street He gasped in fear and his heart skipped a beat He fell over and died And his beloved Cried Before she saw the zombie's feet Her shoes picked up and started a chase She would be the one to win this race While she took a breather The zombie caught up to meet her The flesh falling off of his face He smiled at her with a sickening grin Signifying the girl could not win She gave him a kick Plus a hit with a brick So conveniently found in a garbage bin The zombie's arm fell off with a disgusting smack The girl noticed the flesh was not very black While the burned arm did look sick It was made of cheap plastic So the girl raised the brick and 'CRACK!' The zombie was nothing but a man in costume Inside the plastic his arm had made room A practical joke Not meant for anger to stoke And soon lead to the undead's doom

Guedirre pauses for a second, stroking his beard and allowing his mind to take in the fact that another Dark Elf, the enemy of his race, is in the city. He tries to remain friendly though. "Well," He comments, his voice still friendly, but a trifle more gruff than before. "A drow. What do ye know? forgive me fer askin' stranger, but ye bein' one who doesn't spend much time out of it's caves, what're ye doin here?" His voice changes to a more serious tone. "If yer here to cause trouble, ye found it, so don't try nothin' funny all right, and state yer purpose in this city." He glances down at the drow's neck, a symbol of a unicorn dangling from a small chain... the Symbol of Ehlonna. "Well... that's peculiar. what might someone such as yerself be doin' away from that Spider person ye worship? Be ye a renegade? If ye are..." He pauses for a moment and then laughs heartily. "Welcome to Saidia stranger!" Not too long after he begins laughing, the entirety of the inn staring at him, as his gruff voice echoes in the hush of the morning, the music conveniently stopped for intermission, a dagger whizzes past his head and grazes the fallen hood of the dark elf. Another figure, another dark elf who apparently has no heed for the fact that she's in a dwarven town glares angrily at the other drow. "Blasphemer! I'll kill you!" She screams in something of a more-than-upset tone of voice. Guedirre promptly blows his whistle, signaling the watch, but he knows well it will take them a minute or so to reach the inn.

"Well, that's a relief. Again, I'm really sorry about the whole... girl thing. I'll probably be apologizing for a loong time. when there were still people to apologize to, I did that a lot. Meow? Oh, sorry... I kind of picked that up listening to the Katari wail all the time. It sends subliminal messages you know. By the way, my name's Damon. You don't have to tell me yours, I just have this odd habit of telling people my name since I haven't seen a person in months, and i've been running and..." He falls over, fainted. (OOC: He said all of that pretty quickly...) (OOC: I have something... on my mind... forgive me.)

"Y... Yasuo? Even if you do get me killed, I'lll live as long as I can with you. I've been doing some thinking Yasuo, and I really do think I love you, and I'm not going to run away no matter what. You'd have to kill me yourself Yasuo, as long as I die by you, or I end my life knowing that i could be with you for a short time. I have no family, and I have nothing much left to live for. It's strange, but you've become the only thing I want to live for. I swear that I'm not crazy..." She blinked, recalling his outburst. she had been caught in a train of thought when he had said something about being called Red, so she heard it, but was too lost to really notice... "Red? Is that what they used to call you?" she asked inquisitively, not rude, just curious. "You're right, you're not Red. You're Yasuo, and you always will be. I know you haven't been talking to me when you yell, so there must be someone else... someone... in your head?" She blinked, realizing that she called him cray without intending to. "Meow! No! No! I didn't mean to say you were crazy! You're not crazy. I have a tuna in my head, so i know that voices exist... I'm really sorry..."

Gabriel stares in wonder for a moment, confused and surprised at Calonderiel's reaction. You dope! What are you doing? He might be tryingg to kill himself. You anal retentive elf! You might have stirred up some really bad memories... "Wait!" he chased Calonderiel out the door carefull, and entered in the middle of Calonderial and the little girl's conversation. "--All he wants to do is bed me. Like a lot of other guys who lay eyes on me." Calonderiel said, seeming so certain of himself. The conversation continued between the two as Gabriel hid behind the door of the mill. "No... No, it's not like that. Not like that at all." he says to himself quietly, almost low enough to be just moving his mouth. "I... never even considered that. No, Calonderiel, I never ever covet the pretty ones. Especially not one as beautiful as you... There are more important things to a relationship than that, and I... I just want to know you for who you are." He slumped back against the door, sliding slowly to the ground. "No, not you... There;s something more to you. It's... I can't explain it, but..." He stood up gradually. He walked out from behind the door in time to hear the end of the conversation. "--But revenge." the elf's voice quite audible, but without any emotion. Gabriel waved to the little girl nonchalantly, but looked over at Calonderiel. "Can... I call you Cal? It would be much easier..." He laughed nervously. "I... overheard a piece of your conversation... I... I'm not like that, I swear. I never, never, never have the desire to covet the pretty ones. It is always they who have the hardest lives, and the most likely to have had bad experiences with others... Cal...Calonderiel? Not with you... there's something more important to you than that, something that reminds me of another pretty one I knew. I... don't remember them, but I know that... I never tried with them as I have with so many others. None could compare to you I'm sure. My... my mother told me once that the most beautiful have the most difficult lives, and I believe that. I'm not even as gracious as you, but I've had my share of bad experiences. Certainly your problems are far greater than mine ever could have been... forgive me if I had done something wrong before. I'll never touch you again if that is best. I overheard the little girl's mumbling about D'briel or something... I don't know him, but from what I heard, I have the same intentions as he did... I think. I know that I haven't known you for very long, but already I care about you... Forgive me, but I don't think I can change that feeling... The little girl is right. I do care for you, and it's much more different than everyone else I've been with."

Again, Cyndy looked back at Yasuo, the same cautious and now slightly more appreciative look stamped on her kitten face. Her whiskers twitched and she sneezed. "I think I have a cold... My fur isn't perfect... In any case, I know you didn't mean it Yasuo. You were looking at the ground, not me, and I don't think you'd tell me to shut up that seriously. Maybe playfully, but not seriously... Yasuo, if you can't let go of your past, that's all right with me. I still have troubles letting go of mine. I'm simply asking you to realize that as bad as you make it for yourself... your only hurting yourself. I'm certain that if you could right all of the wrongs you say you've caused, you'd do it gladly. There is no one better to tag along with. I'm still very young, but aside from you and that fox... er... Elwen, I'm just as old as an adult. I've had to deal with hard times too, but I don't forget. I'd like to, but I don't. Each time I stir up old memories and I successfully get over the reliving of my heartbreak and fear of watching my daddy kill my family, I know i can't bring them back, and I make up for it by never becoming like him. You have so much in common, which might be why i like you so much. Certainly I haven't killed anyone, as you say you have, but that's not the point. We both have a troubled past, and neither of us... it's not something easy to let go. Don't forget it, just don't let it consume you. I want to help you Yasuo, I would help you with anything. Your problems are your own, but I'm hre if you need someone to confide in. I'll never be upset with you, but I am worried. You can't get rid of me, not while you're still like you are, as I am determined to help you. I can be less annoying, less cute... i can do all of that. Or I can be more of those things if it will help distract you from your problems. Unless I die Yasuo, I'm not going to leave you. I can't stop you from running away, but... please... don't."

Guedirre turns his attention to the hooded figure in time to see... him/her/it sit down. "I'll get back to ye. It seems there are more suspicious people than ye here." "Well now," He comments cheerfully. "Might ye do me the honor of takin' down yer hood? I don't want any trouble now, but I don't like ye suspicious ones comin' in to these fine establishments and causin' grief. I mean ye no insult, but It's me job to protect the city, and I want to avoid conflict at any cost." He raises his flint and strikes the burned out torch in the corner. "There, so ye can see, and I can see ye too."

(OOC: Mrowr...? What is white silk supposed to mean? No, really... I'm confused... Oh well.) Damon looks over at Elwen, despite the lack of knowledge of a name. "Actually, death is what you make of it. I've probably died more times than you, especially after having to push redial seventeen times in a day so I'd stop getting run over by my psycho grandfather's car... He didn't like me. He killed me with the first hit, I got up after dialing, he ran me over again... and that repeated fifteen more times before he ran away in terror. He hit a tree after that..." He sat down next to the fox spirit. "Death is only suffering if you make it that way, and death oonly wanted to make me suffer because I just wouldn't die... Sorry to sound arrogant or anything, but I was immortal until my cat smashed the phone. It was bad the first time, but... after another 27 times of dying, it kind of gets old... forgive me if my grammar continues to change, I have an odd habit of switching which part of my brain I use... That's a nice dress by the way, and i mean that in the least... inappropriate manner possible. So... my dear aunt, how have you been. I am aware i'm talking too much, and that i seem pretty calm about being dead and all, but at least i won't have to die again, and i might as well get over it..."

(OOC: Pardon my late entrance.) Damon watches from the sidelines, polishing his rapier, as Vlad tosses a coin to the Elder. "Vlad?" He knew that he could mess with the vampire, and he never really knew how afraid of blood the undead man really was. With a blank expression, he sliced open his index finger and flicked a small amount of blood onto Vlad's cheek, completely ignoring Wyvern's presence. He sucked on his finger a little bit, waiting to see what Vlad was going to do. (OOC: Blood is sooo tasty... really. Meow... Eep, I shouldn't have said that...)

(OOC: Pip... Mrowr... All right then... setting. Um... let me just thing of something really quick here... I don't have a character description of you, nor a name, so I'll just say Pip for this post... okay?) Guedirre finds himself in the southwest corner of Saidia at the classy Amaryllis Inn, a place which holds few cutthroats, but many thieves and gamblers, due to the great amount of casino games found there. (OOC: Nothing like a slot machine though, or anything mechanical)The walls are adorned with floral print and a golden trim, a good deal of various flowers lining the twelve windoes win the room, vines and ivy coating the east wall on the outside, where the sunlight hits it at first rise. Commoners wander about the inn, watering the flowers from time to time, and a few others bring money and food to the tenants. The bustle of the downstairs is added by the parties upstairs. A joyful place this inn is, but rather quiet come nightfall. It is early morning, perhaps somewhere around 6:00 AM, the sun not even come up yet, the torches keeping the place sufficiently lit in the corners, while the spells of light keep a bright illumination amidst the center of the room. It is autumn outside, approximately 48* with a low breeze, birds chirping all about in a musical tune... however, that's outside. As he steps into the inn, something seems a trifle akward about the figure in the corner, one who is not dressed in anything more than common finery, and yet they are enjoying gambling at the inn... He steps over to the corner of the room, the person playing a game of spades with a group of ogres and halflings, but yet he cannot make out the person who is playing in great detail because he/she is primarily covered by a large coat, something that appears to be the most expensive item of clothing they are wearing. Guedirre clasps a shoulder onto the figure and clears his throat. "Excuse me, what might ye be doing here?" He says in the most friendly voice his dwarven throat will let him. "This is a place for the more wealthy folk of the city. Certainly ye have money to gamble with, do ye not? In any case, why would one such as yerself be trying to gain money. This is a prosperous city, and many a fine job await those who seek fortune. I mean ye no insult stranger, but I want no trouble, and ye strike me as just a tad suspicious." (OOC: Hn... I didn't have to use your name after all... I guess that works.)

(OOC: I hope you have a little bit of time, cuz this is a little lengthy...) He cleared his throat and began stating matter-of-factly... "Well, you see, I often find myself fainting at the sight of the paranormal, or anything that I construe to be extraordinarily abnormal. In my past years of visiting you, dear aunt, I have found many a ghost have tried to frighten me off, steal my soul, possess me, or whatever. Naturally, I faint, and I typically wake up in a garden shed somewhere with a large, blood-covered, pair of hedgetrimmers. More often though, it's a different weapon, so i already know I am possessed and used for murder. The period of time that I am asleep is of no recollection to me, however I am fully aware of what is going on, even though I can't stop myself..." He made a drink of water appear and took a small sip. "when I faint, I fall into a comatose status, thus my heartbeat and pulse drop to critical levels, and most poeple would see me as on the verge of dying. I would always remain like that until I can find the phone reciever that I placed in my mind during my first dream as a child. Should I ever wish to wake up from any form of slumber, comatose, death, whatever, all I have to do is pick up the reciever and dial the number to my conscious body, which will send 100,000 volts of electricity to my brain, instantly charging my brain with my own invention of heatless electricity, so I don't fry my brain in the process of reviving." He took another sip of water. "This, as you may now not, makes me immortal. However, the small kitten that I believe you might have seen run off into the distance with a large wooden exclamation point was a spirit posessing me. I buried my cat here a long time ago, after I ran it over with my car because it was trying to slaughter my family. It was an evil cat, but it wasn't pink, which is why I didn't recognize it until I awoke with a hole in my head. this spirit did not use me for murder, but rather destroyed the phone while I was lying in the blackness of death, thus preventing me from waking up. Had i been able to pick up the phone before she destroyed it, then the hole in my head would have been inconsequential and I would have woken up. Thus," he pointed to the kitsune, "You did not technically kill me. you merely caused me to faint into a comatose state. It appeared as though I had died of fright, but until I died the second time, you could not have known that I would have been hit with a large splinter." He created some more water as he finished his current supply. "It was in time that I awoke from the death my kitten had bestowed upon me, and found myself yelling into nothingness, only to be replied to by Death, the stage manager of the most deadly play I could attend. I was doomed to die for an eternity in different ways for cheating death so many times, and he found it humorous to play the stage manager who managed all of the props. As soon as I didged the first guillotine blade that was launched at me from out of nowhere, I was a tad too egotistical, giving him the chance to shoot a dozen more at me, dicing me into small chunks of fleshy tomatoes. It was then, I believe, that you found the hole in my head, realizing I had died of that cause, and not of fright. It took me a great amount of time, perhaps a half of an hour out in reality, but several days of dodging various death traps (OOC: which i didn't write...) until I discovered I could carve my own way out with a piece of chalk. I simply cut my way out of a crushing aluminum box, drew a stage exit, and left. It was death's fault that he told me it was a stage and not an endless void of suffering. And now... here I am. Will that suffice for explanation...? Forgive me if the latter comment sounded rude of me. The last thing I would want to do is kill my aunt with my horrid manners that I have sometimes..."

Cyndy recoiled in a mixture of shock and terror, staring frightenedly (OOC: Is that a word?) back at Yasuo. "P...Please, don't yell, Yasuo. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry... I didn't know you still... held on to that." she stopped, realizing her fear wasn't going to help him any, and it would only make him feel bad. She stepped cautiously towards him again, stopping at his leg, and looked somewhat calmly into his face. The disgusted look didn't suit him well, but she ignored it. "Yasuo. Yasuo? I... I don't want to sound mean, but... even if you did kill anyone, even if you did all of the horrible things that other people still blame you for, I know you're different now. They're not coming back Yasuo, no matter how much you regret it. I had to learn the same thing with my brothers and sisters and my mommy. I could be sad about them forever, and they'd never come back. I know you're different now Yasuo, you're not who you used to be. I don't know if that helps any... but... being upset about what you have or haven't done will not change anything. I don't know what you think of me, but I know that you are the Yasuo I know, and the one I think I love. I know you wouldn't hurt me, or anyone else here, which shows that you've changed. You've changed Yasuo, and you are not what you used to be... Please... accept that." Her stomach growled again. "I'm not worried about eating anymore. I just wish you'd be happy and stop worrying about the past. I'm really sorry if I brought up any old memories, things that were unpleasant, or people you might have killed. I didn't mean to drag up things like that... Just..." She looked at him calmly, something she was hoping wasn't being annoying to him. "Just... let it go. If getting drunk will help you with that, then that's all right. If you don't want to, that is all right as well, but I don't want to see you hurting yourself for the past. I don't want to see you hurting... ever." (OOC: I hope it makes sense that she acts somewhat mature for such a young age... She's had to grow up by herself...)

Damon bows slightly. Please forgive me, I wasn't paying attention. During any circumstance where my life was not at stake, i would have been able to tell the difference, but those things behind me started blowing up at random and... I'm out of ammo, so it's a trifle hectic. I meant no insult." He lowered his empty shotgun. "Since you haven't killed me for saying so, I presume you're not hostile towards me." He helped his victim of clumsiness up and continued to walk away. "You know, you might want to be a little careful around here... there are far worse things than just the Skish, and I'm not one of them..." He waved his hands back in a farewell as he continued to walk away, the crunching growl of the Skish and the shrieks of the Kitari fading into the other direction.

Mrowr... thank you. Yeah, I could see the conflict in that... it's not the same as hugging a teacher of mine... meow...

The magical hobbit Pip She took a graceful trip To a far off land Where she lost her hand And policemen gave her lip She escaped from jail The moonlight was pale On the tallest tree So she could see The giant kittens tail She ran far away To where kittens play She grew back fingers And smote a few singers All in one autumn day She ran to the Shire There were no jobs to hire A giant plant said As it turned red And then assembled a choir Sitting at home she was A couch covered in fuzz A computer lay there ext to the chair And turned on with a buzz A person was there Who gave a blank stare And wrote a poem During internet roam And gave it to her to share (Mrowr... it makes no sense, but it was inspired by pip's muse abilities for randomness Thanks Pip!)

*scurries into corner before pip explodes* Yes! Anything you want pip! I like it! A lot! *cowers more in fear before changing expression to completely blank* Or do i hate it? Eh? No, I like it, for what I have read, yes... I like it.

It was no longer than a few minutes that had past before the Skish began randomly exploding around him. He took a left turn and ran into something, tripping over it while he stared at the sloosh of organs and the like erupt behind him. It was small girl. "He-hello." He scrambled to his feet, pointing the shotgun at 'her'. "you're not here to kill me are you? I may be out of ammo, but i can sure use something to crack your skull open." (Mrowr... a brief intor to you ashke... sorry.)

Upon the brief moment of silence from Mordekai and Cole, his elf ears perked up. "Calonderiel..." He whispered lowly. "I know you can hear me, evn if the other's ca't. In all seriousness, you've been acting very odd every time you look at me, and you..." He paused nd walked over to the elf. "What is it about me? I have to know, please... Every time you've gotten a good look at me, I've noticed a lot of thoughtfulness, as well as sadness behind your eyes. Have I done something wrong? Do I know you, or do you know me? I have to know Calonderiel... please, tell me." His eyes stared, begging the elf to tell him. They watered slightly, and it seemed as though he had forgotten all about the tea, the flour covering him, and all else. All that mattered to him was the elf, and the fact that he looked so sad during both times. He simply hadn't noticed it until Calonderiel had made that comment. It seemed a little strange, but an honest tear fell down his cheek, the whole ordeal all catching up with him at the same time, though there was no memory of this elf. Why did he care so much about how he felt. He continued to whisper, hoping that his semi-lengthy hair was hiding himself from everyone else, and knowing his voice was too low for any non-elves to hear. "Tell me. I don't know why it's bothering me, but tell me. You seem so... so familiar, but I don't know you, but every time you look at me, you seem to know me. If I know you, please... please help me remember." He cleared up his single tear, but he was anticipating something wasn't going to keep them for long. "It sounds akward, but I don't remember anything since the last few years. Nothing at all... Help me remember if there is anything to remember. If I knew you, or if you knew me... please tell me why... how? Perhaps it will tell me why I'm somehow... attached to you. I didn't realize it until now, but..." His eyes calmed a little bit as a thought went through his head. Maybe... I shouldn't tell him tht yet. Perhaps the other thing will do for now... "I've... Somethng about you... it's so familiar, and it's somethin I have to care for." He smiled briefly... "Nobody heard me, so don't worry. Forgive me..." He stood up slowly, looking around to see if anyone was looking at him. He did it very casually though, so as to make it seem like he was only holding a silent conversation. "Just tell me, okay? I beg of you." He commented, still whispering, smiling back at Calonderiel. He promptly leaned against the wall nearest to the elf, hoping he would say something. (OOC: I'm unbelievably depressed right now, so please forgive me for this. I... had to write it this way. Pleaee... I'm sorry.)

Cyndy sighed softly to herself. "Yasuo..." She sneezed "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'd... I'd love to be like you Yasuo. I'd love to be able to let the past go... I'd love to be as controlled as you are... What is it about you that I shouldn't be like? Is it what everyone else said about you? Do you really believe them? Yasuo... you're not a killer, and you never were." she squirmed about on the ground for a moment, uncmfortable with the thought of Yasuo being anything bad... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up memories or anything Yasuo. Mrowr..." Her stomach growled. "Um... Yasuo... I need to eat again." (OOC: I have a lot on my mind right now... forgive me for he terrible post.)

(OOC: I've already tried to write this introduction, but it was terrible the first time. Forgive me. In any case... I resurrect the one day dead RP. I hope this sounds better than last time.) The legend of the Grey Rose is one that almost every child knows... and fears. An artifact with the power to destroy the heavens, the earth, and all planes of existence lies resting on Middle Earth in the Barren Mountains. It has been the target of many who plot to destroy it, and those fiends, demons, and villains who wish to capture it. However, it still remains amongst the mountains, unknown and unseen. All who have attempted to retrieve or destroy it have never returned. This artifact is also sought as a treasure by the purest of hearts, as it also is revered as a thing of ultimate beauty, prosperity, and bliss. Even though many know it as a thing of pure evil, capable of destroying all, there is also a legend that tells of it being the only thing that can bring ultimate peace. An artifact, an icon, an idol that is meant to bring an end to all evil and bring happiness to all. Some argue that the people who have sought it have never returned because it has brought the ultimate paradise. One such person believes in the latter theory, a devout pursuer of it as of late. A travelling bard came to him and sang a tale to him as he was inebriating himself at the dwarven tavern of Good Gruff. Despite his drunkeness, he somehow believed the story to be true, that he and his town could be brought to the ultimate paradise, and he made the decision to find this artifact for the better of his people. This person, or dwarf rather, is Guedirre Jargon, Seargeant of the police force of Saidia. He's an outstanding citizen who upholds the law, but does not make rash decisions, and is often called 'friend'. He has no family, as it was a great epidemic of red fever killed them, but he has always viewed life and it's troubles that are things to be conquered, not to be welled on. Some might call this heartless, but he realizes that by mourning forever, nothing changes what has happened, and he still has others he can effectively call 'family'. It has been two weeks since he last heard of the artifact, and his several attempts to rally a few of the police forces has failed, possibly due to the fact that the police force has heard the other half of the tale, and they think it rude of him to risk the lives of his compatriots. Saidia is a metropolis, a population of 400,000 or more live there, and it has two police departments, both of which are branched to the other. There is a great variety of races there, though the founders of the city are half-elves and humans. It is something of a city of flowers, a beautiful place that attracts many artists and travellers, and many people find prosperity inthe large variety of jobs and such. The crime rate is low, due to the powerful mages backing the police force who scry for miscreants, but it is not without its thieves and barfights, most commonly between ogres, orcs, and dwarfs. The watch prowls the strrets at night, so it is very safe, and there are several gardeners who seldom rest to keep the 'Flower City' looking beautiful and smelling pleasant to the number of people that travel through there. For a sake of change, none of you are mercenaries, but rather other folk who happened upon the same tune the bard sang in the weeks before. There was no person who made a large deal about it, but the idea still lingers in your mind, especially considering the bard was very talented and convincing. (Compliments of one of Gabriel Pelous' better days) Thus, those of you who have any ideas to searching for this artifact, you would be the players. In time, the dwarf will come across you and provide you with the sufficient information and equipment, since you would be the only ones willing to follow him. He has assembled one other halfling to accompany him, and he is watching the city for others who find interest. (For those of you who don't know, a halfling s much like a hobbit from Lord of the Rings. In fact, they are the same thing.)

Mrowr. *brushes hair with new cat brush* Um... i might have to read this when I have about three hours. I'm a little slow in the reading speed department, but from my skimming of it, you have my interest. Sorry... *notes Pip said to stop apologizing* Um... er... i can't help it. sorry for apologizing, as for that one too... and the implied one, as well as the apology for apologizing for the implied one. It's inevitable i'm afraid... I'll try to hold my tongue though. Is 'forgive me' the same thing? *notes he's gone off on a tnagent about apologizing* Mrowr? *runs away before he apologizes again*

At the moment that Yasuo started to speak, the kitten poked her head up, attentive. "Meow? It hurts to think that you might... or did share the same experience as me. Is... 'her'... your mother. Did they kill your mother? Meow... Yasuo. I'm so sorry. Whatever they called you, and whyever they wanted to kill you... or your family... they're wrong..." An oddly sadistic grin spread across her young kitten face, her pointed teeth glimmering brightly. "Yasuo, have you ever wanted revenge? both of us... it seems... we lost something dear to us. Our families." She laughs a little, feeling fear in her mind that she is succumbing to something of a madness. She catches herself quickly and shakes her head. "Meow!" she scratches at air, her claws fully extended, but hits nothing but a stray blade of grass. "I... I... I'm... Not like that. I'm... not like... my daddy." She fell over for a moment, not asleep, but exhausted again. Her short bursts of emotions and such were not something a young anything should be experiencing. She took a moment to roll her eyes upwards a little bit to watch Yasuo's expression go from memorable to stabbed. "Meow? What's wrong Yasuo?" (OOC: I hope this post was alright. she was kind of talking at the same time, between Yasuo's sentences. She wasn't expecting a reply from Yasuo about the whole revnge thingy...) (OOC: Also, forgive me for shortening my signature Pip. i didn't really delete anything important... and it was kind of taking up space... meep.)

(OOC: If you've written yourself into a corner, say hello to little Jack Horner. He'll guide you out to where words are found, by simply telling you to turn around.) Cyndy pauses for a second, as if she wasn't already motionless, save for her tiny little heart exploding, and runs after a squirrel. The dead kitten clambers up a tree and finds herself ensnared in a mat of pine needles, the squirrel holding a pair of bifocles up to his nose and laughing. It is only then that Cyndy realizes she's bleeding. Her last word is... "What?" She wakes up, tangled in Yasuo's hair, her 'boyfriend' being the tree in her mind, and sneezes. "I'm sorry Yasuo. I have a sleepwalking problem sometimes, and that damned squirrel always gets away. Hey! I have an idea! I'll bring him out of my dream, and you cut his laughing little head off... Meow." She looks a little bewildered at herself, pausing once again to check and see if her heart did explode from excitement. No, it didn't. "Um... forgive me. He's been laughing at me since I was little, so I keep thinking he's somewhat real. My mom put him there by telling me squi..." Her voice trailed off for a moment, a look of sadness on her usually happy, and or blushing face. "My... my mom. I miss her. She couldn't talk like me, but I always understood her. My daddy... he killed her. We were running out of food and... he got crazy. He killed all my brother and sister... and... he left me there, saying that I was different. Too horrid to touch. Something... a 'thing'. A mistake, and he left me there to die. He ran away after that, just left me there amongst the bodies of my mommy and my brothers and sisters." She looked at Yasuo, her pink paws still tangled in his hair that had been pulled to the front of his face as she dangled back and forth. "I found you right after that. I was hungry and sad, but... there was that bar nearby. And nobody gives anything to a sad and matted kitten, so I just acted really cute and stuff. It seemed to work on you while you were drunk, and then you told me about shape...shifting. And, i could be human, and i could not worry about ever seeing my daddy again. I would never have to be told i was wierd. humans talk, half-humans talk... cats don't." she blinks. "Sorry... I... I didn't mean to bother you. I'm... exhausted." After she finishes her sentence, she falls out of Yasuo's hair and hits the ground softly. She falls back to sleep, but keeping an ear open, simply resting her tired mind. (OOC: do you think that will pull you out of a corner Pip? It's something that might start a conversation. Perhaps even relating to your character somehow too ashke... You gave me the idea. Thank you.)

You know, come to think of it, I have seen a great many of your works, both here and elsewhere, each one of them stirring different emotions I didn't even know existed. It's not often that I am saddened to any degree by writing, commonly reveling in the pain of heartbreak that is bestowed upon people... but this one did it... despite a few grammatical errors. I normally find myself smiling at such things, being a sadist and all, but I really appreciate this, and it actually... it was really good ashke. Meow... it was really good. Eep... I think i repeated myself. *shrugs*

(Stupid SOL's... I don't get to see my ashke during lunch... but the thought of her walking in right now is a little comforting...) Loneliness is a troubled soul A poor thing who pays not his toll So many problems and so much strife A lonely person is me A second thought and still one missed A thing so pitied but never kissed Time is sad justice to life A lonely person is me A mind so boggled in confusion Happiness is but a mere delusion There is something hidden beneath A lonely person is me So many things to be odd feelings The recoil from all in many harsh dealings But loneliness must take up it's sheath No longer lonely is me (Mrowr... 'kissed doesn't mean anything... it's symbolic for something that i don't get... I just made it up...)