&& I just knew too much (Smiffeh)

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] The lone, lanky figure could be seen slipping quietly from road to road, wandering aimlessly in the early morning gloom. A cool mist hung low to the ground, slinking forward and invading every single crevice open to it, blanketing the streets with a heavy curtain of white. The white borzoi gave a very girlish giggle, lifting his nose up into the mist, long pink tongue slipping out to taste it. How fascinating! The white creature gave another little laugh of wonder, marvelling at the common occurrence. How fascinating was the fact that this was actually minuscule droplets of water in suspension in the air! How interesting was the fact that the clouds were made of the same substance! The white canine sat in the middle of the road, indifferent to everything around him except the fog. He watched with wonder as the tendrils of suspended water moved past him, pushed by the slight breeze. He gaped, thinking of all those tiny molecules of water which were so light that they stayed suspended in the cool air until the sun would come out and evaporate it. Immobile, the white creature sat as the minutes ticked away, waiting patiently for the magical moment when the sun would shine down on this road, dissipating the curtain. The look of wonder and amazement had not left him. Soon, an hour had passed and then, slowly, the first rays of sun kissed the ground next to him. More and more of the sun's rays began to filter through, and in a few minutes, the whole road was bathed in sunlight. The warmth of the sun slipped through his thick, silky fur, right down to his skin, making him smile in delight. His eyes caught everything of the thinning of the mist, watching as slowly the buildings around him became clearer, no longer impeded by the curtain of white. It was beautiful. He could almost see the tiny linked atoms drifting upwards, turned to gas by the heat of the sun. It was perfect. Still as a statue, his staggering mind was taking a moving image of this moment, to safeguard for future keeping. He would remember this instant. Soon, the fog had completely dissipated, leaving only a gorgeous morning, with the sun shining bright. For the first time in weeks, there was no rain to greet him in the morning. It was a perfect opportunity to slip out of Lexis and wander through the streets. The tall ivory dog finally stood up after more than an hour of being sat completely still, ignoring his stiff joints as he started his way down the street again. Every now and then, he stopped, looking at some particularly ordinary thing on the pavement and smiling in delight, often laughing as he did so. How could others ignore the amazing things there to see in everyday life? How could they not be interested in the beautiful shoots of green grass poking their way through the soil, in the slow progression of a shining beetle? Others were such a mystery. Without noticing, the canine had drifted to the edge of a marina, where loads of different boats were tied up. With a laugh of childish happiness, the white canine embarked on the pier, staring wide-eyed at the floating ways of transport that lined each side of the wooden dock. He tapped one with one of his claws, giggling at the metallic bell sound that bounced back to his ears. How could such a thing float? The canine looked it over. The weight of it should absolutely have made it sink. But it hadn't. . . Why was that? The male sat down, staring at the enormous boat. There had got to be an answer somewhere. . . Totally unaware of his surroundings, the white canine simply sat and stared at the metal contraption, an air of concentration on his normally happy face. Then, it dawned on him. Of course! The air trapped in the hull! That was what made it float! The canine gave another laugh of delight, his tail wagging as he prided himself on figuring it out. With a smile of happiness, the borzoi started walking on the docks once more. . . ------------------------------------------------- words; 705 muse; 9/10 tags; Smiff! notes; Sorry for the rushed ending, I'm in a hurry D:

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He was alone. But he had always been alone, right? Jayden dragged himself along the piers, eyes narrowed at the churning waves out in the distance. It seemed like eons ago since he had almost drowned out there and Evani had saved him. Lip curling upwards, Jay couldn't help but let out a vicious hiss at the waters, as if he blamed them for his entire predicament.

The irony of it all was that the only way he could survive now was thanks to the damn water. Fishing was the only way he could eat. Hunting other kinds of prey had become much too difficult now that his right forearm was simply a dead weight on his body. The pain was numbed out completely now though: the dull throb that had been bothering him for months after the injury was long gone, and that was one less annoyance in the life of Jayden the Caracal... not that that was saying much....

"Lowlife creatures," he spat as he flopped onto the edge of the pier and reached down with his good arm, putting his paw in the water. Then all was silent. At least, for a while it was. Eventually fish began to swim all around the area, and with a flick of his wrist, Jay scooped them out of the water and into his waiting jaws.

Crunch! The thin bones of the animal snapped in his teeth, blood seeping through the fish's hardened scales. The caracal wrinkled his face in disgust. He really, really hated the taste of fish. Anyone would if they'd been eating it for more than a year straight though. As a result, the moody feline seemed to have taken on the scent of the water, that tangy, fish smell clinging to his breath and fur no matter where he went.

It was gross.

Jayden himself couldn't stand it.

Could he stand anything, really?

The sound of laughter behind him jolted him out of his trance. Laughter. If there was one thing he hated more than the taste of fish, it was a fool laughing. Eyes dilating and body growing tense with fury, Jay picked himself up and turned around, "What the hell is so funny, stupid mutt?"

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ooc; sorry this took a bit to respond.
i also apologize ahead of time because
jayden is a douchenozzle.


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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] The white canine didn't notice the oak-coloured creature at the end of the pier. He was in his own world, exploring the docks, observing the boats on either side of it. Many had sea life stuck to their hulls, myriads of shells sticking to the multicoloured metal, rendering it very ugly, but incredibly entertaining for the white borzoi. His maw was split in a deliriously happy smile, watching with awe as the coat of shells bobbed up and down in the waves. How fascinating it was to see that all those molluscs had clung to those pretty coloured hulls! What the hell is so funny, stupid mutt? The words snapped him from the world he was in, bringing him harshly to reality. A great stab of annoyance pierced him. His mood turned from delight to cold anger in the fraction of a second. It didn't matter that this cat was on his feet and ready to pounce; he didn't even realise the caracal was furious. How dare he? How dare he take him away from his delightful contemplation? The canine gave a low growl. In another situation, he might have giggled in delight and rushed to examine this specimen. Caracal caracal, animalia, chordata, mammalia, carnivora, felidae, felinae. Such blackness in this one's heart. Strange how he seemed to despise everything in life. His soul just seemed like a black lake, dark and ripple free. It was like looking into a dark tunnel, and not seeing the light at the end of it. The dog took a step forward. ”So dark, so dark. . .” his tone was low when he spoke and he gave a dark chuckle, far from the childish joy he had been seen having earlier. Such a dark world this caracal lived in. ”Tiger, tiger, in a forest of the night,”

[/color] he cooed, amused by his comparison. To him, what he meant was clear but few had the ability to make any sense of him. Which was probably the thing that scared him most. Why didn't anyone understand him? Why did they all look at him strange and turn away, muttering to themselves? Why, why, why? The thought crowded his brain, eating away at him. His anger left him in a second, replaced by a sudden and inexplicable fear. His ears snapped backwards, pressed against his skull. His eyes went wide and frightened, and he turned away. ”Why?”[/color] he muttered not paying any attention to the cat anymore.[/justify]

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words; 411
muse; 6/10
tags; Smiffeh with Jayden! <3
notes; That's ok xD
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Jayden didn't flinch, didn't move, simply stood his ground, still seething with fury at the canine before him as Cobalt glared daggers into his skin. It was almost like looking into a mirror - the dog before him seemed just as angry, just as perceptive, if not a little bit naive about the creatures in this world. Really, did he think his laughter would go unnoticed? He scoffed, claws flexing into the wood below him, splintering it just slightly. These docks were wearing away slowly from the churning ocean waters. They'd be nothing more than pieces of driftwood someday.

"So dark, so dark... tiger, tiger in a forest of the night."

That caused him to tilt his head, a mild curiosity spurring up from who knew where. His lip curled further in annoyance, this time at himself. No, he would not allow himself to feel any interest in the other canine. Still, the reference to William Blake's famous poem was... a pleasant surprise... and a fair, accurate analogy of Jayden's personality. "Perceptive bastard." he murmured.

The other male let out a humorless laugh, still observing Jayden closely. It unnerved him a little, but he still stood tall against the intense gaze of the dog. Eyes narrowing to slits as the canine approached him, that familiar feeling of paranoia bubbled beneath his skin, in his veins. He was ready to lash out at the fellow creature when he suddenly seemed to have second thoughts, his ears flattening to his head. One simple question was asked: "Why?" Why indeed. Wasn't that the question every living creature had? It held significance to each one of them, for entirely different reasons, but everyone always wanted to know...

Why?

He gave an emotionless sneer at the other creature, sheathing his claws. Two could play at a game of intelligence, of wits. "When the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears... Did he smile His work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee?"

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] The cat before him didn't move. He simply stared at him. Cobalt looked into the dark caracal's eyes, growling. Dark as a tunnel. Dark as a cave. But there was an intelligence to those eyes that gave Cobalt the creeps. Intelligence just as great as his. He didn't understand that the cat was angry, but he did understand that this cat was a genius. Such an immense reservoir of knowledge. He could learn from this cat, if he would ever be friendly enough to transmit some if his knowledge. Words weren't his strong point. Understanding atoms and black holes was. The fascination he had had with everything around him since youth had given him intimate knowledge of the world around him, especially with the help of his father. The white canine continued to stare unashamedly at this specimen of caracal, tilting his head. Both fascinating and scary this feline was. There was a change in the caracal's demeanour. Without pinpointing between which emotions the feline was now transiting, the canine could only sense that there had been a newer emotion that had taken over the feline, something less dark, less violent. The canine watched as the caracal tilted his head. Yes. Something had definitely sparked in the specimen. Perceptive bastard. Cobalt ignored the remark. He didn't really understand the negative attachment to the last word anyway. He took a few steps forward, which seemed to have spooked the feline. Negativity filled his soul once again, making the air saturated with tension once more. The caracal's every muscle seemed coiled to spring. He was going to attack him. But his sudden fear of not being understood seemed to dissuade the feline of attacking. He turned away, his eyes wide and scared, the fur on his shoulders standing on end. Was he different from every cat and dog in this town? Was he strange? He didn't know. All he knew was that others of his tribe whispered and looked when he passed, walking away whenever he came near. He would try and talk to them, and they would look at him, no glint of understanding in their eyes. Cold and distant, even though they tried to be nice. No one liked someone different, despite everything they told themselves. It was in their nature. When the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears... Did he smile His work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee? The familiar words washed over him. He had heard them before, from the mouth of his father. The white borzoi looked at the caracal's emotionless face. He closed his eyes in satisfaction. Without quite knowing why, the canine found a beauty to the poem, a flow to those words that he had heard only once. With a wag of the tail and a small smile, the canine completed the poem, for his own benefit rather than the cat's. ”Tiger, tiger, burning bright, in the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, dare frame thy fearful symmetry?” The canine gave a small giggle, appreciating the smooth words. He opened his eyes again, looking at the cat with curiosity. He knew the poem. Had he been with humans as well? Or did he just learn it somewhere along the road? But most importantly, what knowledge could this feline pass him?

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words; 559
muse; 8/10
tags; Smiffeh with Jayden! <3
notes; It took a long time, sorry Dx [/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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He dared not move a muscle, not yet. Not with this... strange creature in front of him. A fellow being of intelligence, that much Jayden could muster, but one not so corrupted by it. One not yet so tainted by the hardships of life. From where Jayden was standing, the Borzoi had a bit of a dreamers mentality still left inside of him, something youthful, wistful and innocent. It showed in the way Cobalt closed his eyes and seemed to be taken away to another world by the poem passing through his lips.

It reminded Jay of his younger self, and at once, a spark of envy, of furious, uncontrollable jealousy, seemed to overtake him. Oh how he wanted to crush whatever hopes were left inside the canine before him. Oh how he wanted to see him suffer. But the only thing Jayden did was once again smirk, humorlessly as ever, and let his anger fizzle out to the depths of his soul. It would come back with a vengeance, though. It always did, after all.

But that same curiosity still prickled underneath his skin, and after a long silence of them just staring each other down, he finally spoke again, his tone less malicious, but no less cold than before, "Where did you learn that poem?" His eyes narrowed after that, almost as if he were suspicious now.

There was something unnerving about seeing a mirror image of his childhood self. A part of him almost felt sympathy for Cobalt - because Jayden could see that part of him that felt so helpless and lost in a world of organisms that just didn't understand - yet he still felt the simple joys of just being alive, and that was what the Caracal lacked.

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] It was nice that poem. The simple way the words meshed together in a beautiful web of sounds brought the borzoi back to when his father would tell him stories all day long. How he missed those times, times where he could sit there and learn for hours at a time, filled with wonder at the beauty of the universe. How he wished his father could come back and tell him some more. Although it was sad to say, he didn't miss his father for any other reason except to learn some more from him. He couldn't really love like others did. His father had probably known that all along, and yet he had still stayed and cared for him, told his stories and been there for his son. Where did you learn that poem? The dog opened his eyes, looking at the medium sized cat with an air of joy, despite the cat's narrowed eyes. He didn't know what that meant anyway. He remembered exactly the day that his father taught him that one. They were sitting under a large tree, trying to escape the summer heat, and as usual his father was telling stories about when he was a pet in a scientist's care. Humans had a way with words Cobalt, he said, and they used to create beautiful texts called poems. Let me give you an example. . . And then in a slow and passionate voice, his father had recited it, and young Cobalt had been filled with awe. The way the words sounded, it was like music. Back in the present, the white dog focused on the cat again. “Father, he was a pet. Yes, he lived with a human! And that human was a very intelligent one, a scientist was what Father called him. Yes, a scientist. And that scientist taught Father the poem, who taught it to me!” exclaimed the dog with a giggle of joy. The borzoi looked at the caracal which stood before him. With a wag of the tail and a naïve and joyous smile, the white canine suddenly lay down, resting his head on his paws, his wide, expressive eyes not leaving the cat. “Do you know any more?”

[/color] asked the young dog, his eyes begging the cat to tell him some more. He wanted to know more of these beautiful texts, he wanted to learn more. He wanted to sit there just like when his father was alive and listen to someone giving him more knowledge. He waited, quivering with anticipation.[/justify]

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words; 427
muse; 8/10
tags; Smiffeh with Jayden!
notes; Really, really late. Sorry for that! [/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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Jayden could feel the hairs begin to rise on his neck when the strange canine actually mentioned humans. Disgusting creatures, he'd always thought. He had never actually seen one himself, but they'd been described to him in great detail by his own father - and the mere thought of a hairless, upright monkey made him want to gag. That, and the fact that they were too weak to survive in such a simple world (or at least... it simple to Jay) made him sick. There was no need for such pathetic beings to exist on this planet.

But if there was one thing he found interesting about homo-sapiens, it was the depth in which they could think. Their language and science were perhaps the only thing that kept Jay from throwing himself off Tooth Cliff for many years now. And it seemed that Cobalt - and possibly this odd dog's father - had learned a thing or two. Well good. At least Hexasol wasn't filled with complete idiots. No one would match up to his own intellect, of course. Not a soul really understood the world until they'd experienced the suffering Jayden had... and even then... even then, they were still so disgustingly wrong.

"I know many things," he responded curtly. "Many things which you would never understand." The only one who had understood was long gone. The image of his friend Will, someone he'd once loved, still haunted him daily. But Jayden knew that beyond those vibrant memories, there was nothing left of his friend. Nothing at all.

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