** i'm not your're GHOST anymore [mac//enigma]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] The sky sure was beautiful up here. The stars shone like beacons in the dark, their light glowing wonderfully. The dark velveteen blanket was stark in contrast with the full moon, its silver light illuminating the small feline. It cast shimmering shadows over her rich golden tabby pelt, and reflected in those burning amber eyes. Her long slender tail swished gently, and her fur ruffled in the sharp spring breeze. Indeed, the weather was somewhat nippy but Belle was used to being outside. She highly preferred it, plus if you ignored the chill.. the cat found an enchantingness to the way the moonlight danced over the land, the way the darkness whispered to you like echoes in the night. It reminded her of home, of her kind brother and when it was just the two of them. Together against the world. Annabelle sighed, her eyes lowering in sadness. Her heart contracted with a never ending pain, ever since her kittens, brother, and mate had been murdered. By canines. Oh how she despised them, how she longed to rip open their arteries and let their blood pour. She would dance and sing on the day they laid in their graves, oh how she would. Her claws scraped upon the rooftop at the mere thought of the stupid mutts, they had ruined her life.. they had stolen everybody she had loved and one day they would be sorry. Oh yes. Gazing back upwards, she sat poised and still. Maybe life would turn out better for her, perhaps. She doubted it. Highly. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=backgrounD,http://i56.tinypic.com/nv9y54.jpg] It was another lovely spring evening, but Enigma wasn’t really a cat who stopped to appreciate beauty. It wasn’t as it was with some canines and felines, that he was so obsessed with the war that he couldn’t appreciate anything but life leaving a body beneath his paw, but that he’d never been taught how. He saw what he needed to; he was good at figuring out puzzles, at decoding coded messages, at interpreting gossip, but he couldn’t see the point in stopping to admire a patchwork of fields and dales set out before him as he stood on a high hilltop, in stopping to smell flowers. No, he merely wasn’t that type of cat. So as he roamed the alleyways of the Iris Pride’s territory, he saw nothing above him but stars and a silent ebony night sky. His ears were pricked for any noise around him; his sharp nose ready to detect the smallest, most elusive scent. Deciding that he wanted to feel tall tonight, the minuscule tabby jumped onto a dumpster, and from there onto a fairly low-lying rooftop. Then he trotted from the roof of one building to another, leaping over gaps if necessary. It was peaceful and quiet up here; apart from the yowls of several nearby alley cats, all was quiet. Letting his jaws part in a gaping yawn, he sat there a moment before getting up and continuing on his way. He had no idea where he was going; right now, he just felt like wandering. Switching his tail, he jumped another rooftop, and suddenly a scuffling sound reached his ears. Pinpointing the scent of a rat with his nose, he found it making a nest in the gutter of the building whose roof he was on. Pinning it beneath a paw that was barely bigger than its head, he killed it swiftly, hooking it out of the gutter with his paw, and settled down to eat. Once he had finished his meal, he got up once more and kept going. Soon, Enigma detected the scent of another Iris feline, a she-cat. Narrowing his eyes, he saw her up ahead: a bundle of orange fur. Speeding up, he leaped onto her roof and sat down casually beside her. His pale green eyes, glowing in the darkness, observed her pose; she looked as if she was waiting for a shooting star to fall, so that she could pounce on it. After a moment of silence, he meowed to the bigger cat, his voice wry, "Stargazing, are we?" But he knew she wasn't. He'd seen that look in other creature's eyes; he knew what it was. It was clear that she was thinking, and from her pose, thinking about something that troubled her.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] Pah what was she doing being a sentimental old fool. Life dealt out the cards and you dealt with what you were given, Belle believed she had done that to the best of her ability. It certainly wasn't easy going it alone when all you had known was your family all around you. Still, she had never known her mother or father.. and though she pushed her feelings down it was still strange for her, to not know where she had come from. Who had created her? Oh why should I care, they were probably just a pair of foolish lovesick idiots. The orange tabby narrowed those fiery amber eyes, and twitched her tail irritably. The sound of felines paws upon the rooftops distracted her from her deep thoughts, and she swivelled her small head around to find an even smaller tom beside her. Her claws retracted slightly from the surprise, but other than that there was no sign that Annabelle hadn't been expecting his arrival. Bright golden eyes bore into his, questioning his appearence. What on earth was he doing, invading her space like that! Belle promptly lifted herself up, took two steps sideways and placed herself down once more. Still she stared at him, taking in the little cat. He was possibly one of the smallest animals she had ever seen, but something told her he wasn't a complete pushover. His words alone told her that, they were hardly sincere. Frowning, her tail lashing from side to side. Belle almost glared into those green eyes, she certainly was not! Well.. she might be, but she shouldn't have been.. -"Stargazing is for fools, Wishes are for people who have given up on everything else; people who foolishly play childish, unrealistic games; who forfeit hard work and effort to gaze upon the stars…" she never once broke his gaze, but fell silent afterwards and finally looked away. Belle wondered as to who he was exactly. "What do you want exactly, then?" [/scrolly]

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[atrb=backgrounD,http://i56.tinypic.com/nv9y54.jpg] As soon as he approached, the orange tabby turned her head, and glared down into Enigma’s face with amber eyes so scorchingly hostile that they might have contained fire. As if she thought he had a contagious disease that she might catch, the she-cat edged away a few paces and sat down again. Still she stared, unblinking, into his eyes. With a neutral smile on his face, his pale green eyes cool and composed, the tom flicked an ear as she replied to his question. There was bitterness in her voice, as if she had experienced many harsh times in her life so far. Maybe, but did her mother try to kill her? Has she never known a mate or loving family? His thoughts were as cynical and challenging as his words; the tom wasn’t normally a cat who would sit and let others moan about how terrible their lives were, making sympathetic noises in all the appropriate places. No, instead he mocked and ridiculed them in that quirky way that he had, either until they attempted to retaliate, became reasonable, or got up and left his presence. It may have been, along with his size, the main reason that he had no friends. But it amused him too much for him to want to give it up. He didn’t want to be friends with anyone who didn’t understand his point of view, who couldn’t think in a way that wasn’t almost always centred on themselves. The tiny tabby tomcat watched as she lashed her tail, and finally asked him a question in return for the one he had asked of her. "What do you want exactly, then?"

[/b] Tippinghis head so that it sloped sideways, he considered her question before replying.

“Company, I guess,” he said after a moment, shrugging his shoulders. As if as an afterthought, he added with a wicked grin and gleaming green eyes, “Unless you believe you’re too far above me to even spend a few minutes in my presence, as almost everyone else I know does.” It may have sounded pitiful, but it was true; because of his size, he was usually looked down upon by everyone, even canines. Even ordinary or slightly small cats like this she-cat. They all acted in the same way towards him. But he couldn’t help being a dwarf, and even if he could, he wouldn’t change it for anything.
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] Annabelle gazed at the small cat, not that his size meant anything. It's who you are, not what you are that makes you. The mere fact that he had joined her surprised the orange tabby, who would want to spend their time with a prickly antagonistic she-cat? Still, she wasn't going to wallow around in self-pity. What was the point? So why exactly was she sitting here, gazing pathetically up at the sky. Silly old fool, he's right Her tail twitched slightly, almost taken aback when his smile remained and his gaze was cool. Most would have fluffed up their tails, snapped a snide remark at her, or taken deep offence. All of which would have been her intention, and the road to her aim. That they'd leave her well alone. It was better that way. Don't ever let anyone in, don't let your guard down. Don't allow yourself to drop, because in the end it will all come back on you. In a way, it was refreshing to see someone so uncaring about the way she acted. Of course this was a first impression, who knew what he was like. Who knew what he thought of her, yet what did she care? So when he shrugged his shoulders in a simple action, and replied he wished for company Belle didn't quite know how to reply. Nobody wanted her company. She hadn't been with Iris for long, but long enough for people to know she disliked practically all company, she hated attention and friends. The second comment however she was more accustomed to, not that she agreed with this. It wasn't that she thought she was above everyone, hell no, it was just that she disliked the company of others if it meant going into sentimental little chats, or relationships. She wanted no attatchment and getting to know others always brought that. Always. It was unavoidable. She didn't return his grin, no hint of emotion presented itself on her hostile face. "Hardly. I don't doubt you're quite the big man. As they always say, ''it's not you, it's me'' or something along those lines. I don't do company particularly. Still, if you want me to spend some time with you, why not. It's not like I'm doing anything, it isn't like I ever do anything. Don't be expecting much though. '"

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[atrb=backgrounD,http://i56.tinypic.com/nv9y54.jpg] Enigma watched the she-cat as she gazed back at him, not saying anything in reply to his words. Clearly she was used to other cats being put off by her blunt and impolite manner; the tom was used to others acting so towards him and usually ignored their hostile tone of voice and gave a quirky, sarcastic or cynical reply. It was what he did best, not being the most polite of cats himself. His smile held firmly in place, he wondered how she had become like this. Admittedly, she was not an unattractive she-cat, and at the age she looked, she might have had a mate by now. Tragedies, he thought scornfully. They're everywhere you turn, and yet hardly any creatures know the true meaning of psychological pain. Not even me. He flicked his tail once and his smile grew slightly bitter. It was true, really; the tabby's mother had tried to kill him and his siblings so early in their lives that he barely remembered her or them. He didn't really care, for one's past only made one what they became if they let it. If they let themselves be dragged down into the well of negative emotions: despair, hate, the agony of loosing a loved one. He never wanted to feel any of these things. Anyway, what was the point of getting attached to someone who was going to die and cause you pain? It was better to remain above it all, aloof and cold, even if one had no friends. At least, that was the way he saw it. With a never-ending battle raging on, countless lives were lost on both sides to the enemy; it was unavoidable. But most of those canines and felines were someone's mother, daughter, father, son, sibling, or friend. They all left someone behind to feel the pain their departure created. Enigma pricked his ears as the she-cat finally replied, her face still grim and unfriendly as before. "Self-despising, eh?" He meowed, his light tone misplacing his words. "Or do you simply enjoy wallowing in self-pity?" There was just a hint of mockery there, and he wondered how badly she would take it. After all, he wasn't one to judge others on first appearances; he judged them by their words and deeds. Her last few sentences were the closest thing to permission as he would ever get from her, he suspected. She certainly did seem to be a bit of a sour puss, though. Realizing that he didn't even know her name, or she his, he meowed, "I'm Enigma, by the way. Don't go telling all the creatures in the city, though. Otherwise I'd have to give up my job, and that just wouldn't do." He winked jauntily at her, wondering when she was going to show the slightest bit of emotion other than hostility on her ginger-furred face. OOC;; Just so you know, I'm getting Enigma deleted in the Activity Check. I'm sorry, but I've never had much muse for him. </3

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