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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/6qiger.jpg] "Speech." Ignatius moved softly through the decaying ruins of the zoo. There was the smell of death that still lingered in the stale air. The cages by now were rusted and empty, some gates having been thrown open to release the lucky ones. Some of the unlucky ones remained, and Iggy turned his thin, reddish colored face towards a cage who had been abandoned. A skeletal creature lay slumped over inside. Flies and maggots had long since picked its body clean - it was hard to tell what it once had been, but the bones were white in the dusk. He paced to the bars, daintily picking the path which would save him from tromping through the dirty sections, and peered closer inside. His lips turned down in distaste. He hadn't come here to find dead ones. With a shadow-like smirk, he turned from the bars and continued on his path. He was in the outer areas of the zoo, where the two-legged creatures who'd died out many years ago would've walked to see some animals caged behind bars. Mighty animals, reduced to circus pets. Iggy let out a snort of irritation. But he had a purpose here, and it was to be fulfilled as soon as he found something living. Ignatius was a planner. Skillful and cunning, he did not just do things. He did them with purpose. He rarely ever did something without having an ulterior motive. It was part of his MO, and oh, did he play his game well. A jester who thrived on amusement, he pushed himself into dangers with reckless abandon, pursuing the finer and funnier parts of life. He was smart enough to make it all work, so why not? He'd come to Hexasol for a reason; it'd not just been to get away from dear Cassius, though that had been an added bonus. His older brother aggravated him to no ends. But no, he'd been very strategic in his plan. Come to Hexasol. That was phase one. He was moving towards phase two now, but he had to be careful, careful. Nothing could be overdone or under-thought. So he treaded carefully, placing his paws on only the spots he was sure would hold him. His body was tall and skinny, and his large ears caught every spec of sound. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, but he was sure he'd find it. He noticed a particularly fun-looking exhibit and shouldered his way through the broken, rusted gate. The sun was setting low in the sky, casting a blood red shadow on the abandoned land before him. He smelled the incredibly faint trace of lion here, and if he was not mistaken, others had been exploring just as he not too long ago. But the smells were stale and they did not bother him as he strode inside, throwing a look over his shoulder as the gate creakily swung shut. The lion territory consisted of fake boulders and a safari-like theme. It was rather hilarious, thought Iggy, that once, some of the Iris Pride had lived in this very prison, playing on these horribly fake rocks. He poked one, and it felt foreign and plastic to him. He smirked and looked around. The water troughs were rusted over, and not a single thing moved. "It's quite the party in here, isn't it?" he said dryly, rolling his thin shoulders. He collected his rump underneath him and sprang upwards onto one of the rocks. He paced to the upmost rock and narrowed his dark eyes as he looked about him. Night was setting in, and there was a crack of thunder, which suggested a storm. King of the rock, he surveyed the landscape, trying to see beyond what he could see from below. Where the hell was everybody? Dissatisfied, he leapt down from the rocks and began to move further into the park on the human path, glancing into every fenced area to see if anyone was exploring, like he...

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] The zoo area was deserted, and had been for a long time. The rusty gates were, for some, wide open, swinging creakily on their hinges, whilst for others,they were still locked shut, condemning the animals inside to a slow death. The vegetation had overrun the place, weaving it's way into the tiny cracks in the concrete, slinking through in between the fences and taking over every single pen in sight, carpeting the area in a wilting tapestry of green. For autumn was upon them, and everyday the weather became colder and colder, inciting all living inhabitants to make plans to survive the winter. The slight fresh wind blew through the place, breaking the silence for a second as it rattled through the rusty gates and made the leaves in the trees rustle gently. The white borzoi, whose fluffy coat protected him well from the bitter breeze, trotted happily between the pens, gazing eagerly between the bars at the animals that had once lived and died there, their white bones contrasting starkly with the ground. Cobalt peered at a large carcass on the ground, examining it's bone structure intently, his intellect racing to discover what creature it could have once belonged to. The creature was tall, a lot taller than he, it's long legs sticking out at odd angles, legs ended with not paws, but hooves. The borzoi knew instantly that it was a zebra, and a further look at the several other carcasses confirmed his theory. The canine giggled in delight, his tail wagging profusely as he moved on to another pen, following the path the two-legs would have taken to see these beautiful creatures. From time to time, the male stopped and peered at some interesting thing on the ground, giving a laugh of delight as he did so. The white dog came to a halt beside an enclosure whose fence was covered in rust. Any other creature wouldn't have given it another look, but to the white canine, it was fascinating. The oxidation of the metal had rendered it so weak and brittle. He could almost see the atoms of iron reacting with the molecules of oxygen, creating this strange and wonderful porous material on the top of the metal. While the male belonged to Lexis ever since his father had died, the male often slipped away from the territory, exploring new parts of the enormous city, discovering new phenomena that occurred in daily life. It was what he lived for, what he wanted most. Knowledge, seeing the wonders of the world. It seemed like no one else understood that. Every time he would try to talk to someone about those incredible things they didn't notice, they simply looked at him like he was crazy and walked away. He didn't know why they did that. Was there anyone that would actually stop to listen to him? He didn't really know. A new scent came to tingle his nostrils. In between the scent of decay and vegetation, came the new, powerful scent of something very much alive. And that had been there very recently. Giving a giggle of delight, the white canine followed the scent to an old lion enclosure. Yet, the scent had been there and then gone. Following the path once more, the white canine caught sight of the canine he had been following. Standing taller than he did, the fox-like wolf had a coat of a oak-red colour and black stockings, which caused the borzoi to giggle at such a strange canidae. His frame was extremely leggy and lean, which caused him a certain disproportionate look. The white canine stared, amazed at the unique specimen that walked in front of him. ”Chrysocyon brachyurus,” he said to himself, his tail wagging profusely at his discovery. Such interesting things he was seeing today!

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words; 635
muse; 8/10
tags; Di with Iggy! <3
notes; I think I've fallen in love with your character xD Iggy is really cool :3 [/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/6qiger.jpg] "Speech." Iggy was quite serious now, in his solitude. An unnaturally somber, brooding look had overtaken his features, for he was thinking quite hard and wondering how on earth he was to amass a following when no one seemed to be around. Maybe he'd chosen the wrong place - he hadn't actually traveled into the city itself yet - but his plan was to know the land outside Hexasol before he moved inwards to its heart. It did not do him well to understand the workings of the city if he did not understand the outskirts; rejects were known to keep to these shadows, rejects that might be fun to play with. And sure enough, Iggy had been so focused on his thoughts he had not picked up the new scent amongst the stench of decay. He stopped abruptly when the smell hit him, and almost immediately he heard a strange giggle from behind, which had followed words he hadn't caught. With a lithe grace he spun on the spot to face the creature who was watching him with an expression caught firmly between excitement and daftness. At first, the maned wolf surveyed his newfound companion. The other was some kind of dog, though Iggy was not well-versed on the breed. He was a blazing white and was slightly shorter than Iggy himself. After a few moments of silence, Ignatius relaxed his stance, rolled his shoulders forward, looking at this excitable creature. Briefly he wondered what had caused the laughter, but it had been maniacal and seemed intoxicatingly vague. This dog intrigued him, and he took a step forward, slender body brought a hair closer as to get a better look. "I would normally be a wee bit hesitant around strangers, but you don't seem all that bad, Giggles." His voice was dry, as it always was, with the air of humor. His long tail flicked absently behind him as he watched his counterpart; in fact, his dark eyes never left the dog, intense and unyielding though a grin of invitation began to spread on his face. Iggy was analyzing the dog and discovering quickly that there did not seem to be an inch of sanity to take up space in his brain. The dog seemed utterly off his rocker, and this, more than anything else, perked the wolf's interest. I wonder... Iggy took another step forward, though the distance between them was still comfortable. His face was impassive, but the grin was still in place, and it was whole-hearted. He was overjoyed to have found someone at last to inspect, and especially someone of this...nature. "I'm Ignatius, but seeing as you won't hear me by that name if I can help it, call me Iggy." He swept a low bow to the dog, a thin lace of irony on the gesture, but otherwise it was wholly polite. In his head he was working out a plan and a strategy, and he figured the best way to understand this man was to be kind - er, at least kinder than he was, because it was hard for the jokester to be truly kind to someone he found amusing. At least he wouldn't be mean, which was always one of his go-to choices when approaching someone else. When he straightened again, he glanced around them to assuage that they were indeed alone. Then he gestured over his shoulder. "Why don't we walk this way? We can find somewhere to talk other than in the middle of the - road," he said, and a chuckle escaped him: the road they were on was hardly a road anymore, it was so overgrown. Without waiting for an answer of affirmation, Iggy whirled around and began to stalk towards another enclosure, his lengthy gait carrying him quickly. He did not look back to see if he was being followed - he had been being followed by the dog already, he was sure the dog would do it again. His tail switched absentmindedly as his thoughts whirled. There was something buried underneath that insane facade, something that Iggy felt could be useful, but he needed to pinpoint exactly what it was before he made any decisions. The dusk was settling thick around them, and the bloodiness of the sun was fading as a cool in-between spread, half-dark, half-light. His muscles slid smoothly beneath his thin coat, and he once more shouldered open a gait to an enclosure he thought interesting. It was the bear pen, by the smell, and there was a faux rock cave on a hill which would make a good talking location. Up the hill he went, and he settled inside the musty-smelling place, his back to the outside. He looked quite comfortable and his tail was curled nearly over his paws. He could see nothing but the back of the cave, but he was unconcerned. It was a display of power that he had now; he was unafraid of the dog attacking him while his back was turned. "So tell me," he called, unsure of how far away the canine was lagging, "what brings you to this neck of the woods?" OOC: D'aw thank you ^^ Balt seems unique as well, I can't wait to see how they mesh

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] The maned wolf didn't seem to have noticed him just yet, and the white borzoi took his leisurely time examining this strange canine. The leggy proportions of the wolf clearly indicated the natural habitat to be one with long grass, which caused the species to adapt to have stilt-like legs in order to see anything. The large, sensitive ears were perfect to detect the movements of small to medium prey, the species being obviously not built for any big game. The large, obsidian mane that crowned it's shoulders could probably be used to enlarge the profile of the wolf, making it better at intimidating opponents. A fine maw, not the most powerful but excellent at killing small prey quickly and neatly. The neck was a lot more powerful, this wolf could probably pick up small prey and shake it if necessary. The creature suddenly stopped, seeming to have detected his presence. With a surprisingly graceful spin, the wolf turned to face him, his brown eyes looking him over. There were a few seconds of silence. The reddish-brown wolf shifted his stance, but Cobalt didn't realise that he was relaxing. The canine stepped forward, just as interested in the canine as the other was interested in him. It wasn't everyday that one could encounter a maned wolf. How strange it was to see such an unusual canine in Hexasol! The canine could remember every single strange canine and feline he had seen in the place, right down to the exact details, but it was the first time he saw this fox-like creature in the flesh. He had seen a white tiger with blue eyes who limped slightly in his front left paw, two young white lions, a caracal with a bad front leg, a serval with a v-shaped cut in his ear and even an albino deer once, which had a scar near it's rump, but never had he seen such a strangely proportioned wolf. It was wonderful! With an excited grin on his maw, tail wagging, the canine's ear perked forward to hear the maned wolf's words. I would normally be a wee bit hesitant around strangers, but you don't seem all that bad, Giggles. The insane borzoi didn't quite understand what the maned wolf was calling him, but he didn't really care either. The dog locked eyes with the dark brown ones of this stranger, and immediately, and intense feeling of being probed came over him. His grin vanished, although there was an inviting one upon the other's maw. There was something about this stranger's mind that unsettled him. It was as if it was always whirring, like him, but in a more negative way, a more sly and cunning way. Ignoring the sensation, the grin came back to the dog's face, his tail wagging again. The other spoke once more. I'm Ignatius, but seeing as you won't hear me by that name if I can help it, call me Iggy. The canine gave a smile. ”Cobalt I am. Yes I am Cobalt,” he gushed with another giggle. He liked that name: Iggy. Such an informal sense to it. ”Iggy, Iggy,”

[/color] he muttered to himself, making the name roll on his tongue. He gave a grin as the male gave a low bow, finding it strange that this wolf was lowering himself in that gesture. Of course, the white borzoi didn't realise that this person was being polite. As the wolf straightened himself back up, the white canine was once again overwhelmed by the strangeness of this male's scheming mind. This time, the feeling was too strong to ignore. The ecstatic grin suddenly disappeared, the brown eyes narrowed and the tail stopped wagging. ”Plotting, plotting, plotting, scheming, scheming, scheming,”[/color] he said, an darker, unsettling giggle escaping his maw once more.

His eyes locked with this other male's eyes, his head lowering in a slightly defensive way. Why don't we walk this way? We can find somewhere to talk other than in the middle of the – road. The other canine spun around again and made down the road. The white borzoi walked after him, his intellect whirring over the darkness he sensed in this male's heart. He was a sly one. He was a dark one. This wolf reminded him of the caracal he had met a few days earlier. The dog had seen through him as well. ”Tiger, tiger, in a forest of the night,”[/color] those had been his words to the dark caracal. The canine didn't realise he had said them aloud.

He followed the wolf through the gate of another pen, this time the bear pen. The musty odour made his nose wrinkle as he approached the cave where Iggy now lay, his tail curled over his paws. The male imitated him, settling down in the same way as the wolf but a few steps to the side of him. So tell me, what brings you to this neck of the woods? The insane dog gave another laugh, still suspicious of this Ignatius. ”Things to see, so many of them. Equus zebra, Chrysocyon brachyurus, Ursus arctos . . .”[/color] he said. To most, these words would seem like gibberish. But to him, they made all the sense in the world.[/justify]

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words; 874
muse; 9/10
tags; Di with Iggy! <3
notes; Unique is something Balt certainly is xD Should be pretty interesting to see how Iggy reacts to him :3 [/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/6qiger.jpg] "Speech." Ignatius was quite unsure what to do with this white fellow. His normally smooth, teasing, mysterious facade did not seem to do anything with this 'Cobalt'. He spoke in riddles, spoke with words backwards, like he wasn't sure how to string them together right. Iggy was torn between frustration and amusement, and of course amusement won over. He was nothing if not humorous, and he chuckled in response to Cobalt's ramblings. But there was a slightly disturbing undertone to the dog. ”Plotting, plotting, plotting, scheming, scheming, scheming." Iggy could not help but raise a bemused eyebrow, saying nothing but secretly impressed. Cobalt was much more involved in the brain area than he seemed. If anything, Iggy was incredibly intrigued. When in the cave, Cobalt seemed suspicious of the wolf, though the giggles still slipped through his jaws like water. ”Things to see, so many of them. Equus zebra, Chrysocyon brachyurus, Ursus arctos . . .” Iggy did not respond, but merely regarded this male with a cool curiosity. Yes, Cobalt was certainly very involved. The word that came to Iggy's mind was savant, and instantly his interest peaked. He leaned forward towards the dog almost unconsciously. "So," he said conversationally, though his voice had lost most of its niceness and had reverted to the dry, humorous baritones that he normally adopted. Why he decided to drop the act was clear: Cobalt could see straight through it anyway. "Let me get this straight. I don't scheme, or plot. I simply do things with purpose. I tend to have an outline, but I think you misunderstand my intentions." A smirk slipped onto his features and he sat backwards regally. "I'm nothing if not tickled by your interest in my plans." He regarded the other now with a calculating stare. It was not unfriendly or malicious, but simply interested. "You've surprised me, Giggles. Normally I'm excellent at reading others, but you have a bit more in your pages than I thought. So...what do we do now?" He sighed dramatically through his nostrils and rolled his shoulders, his mind working quickly. Cobalt was as creepy as anything, but he was clearly harboring a special type of intelligence and a probing understanding of others. It would be exceptionally wasteful of Iggy not to try to use these talents. Iggy tended to have a rough outline of his future somewhere in his head, but mostly he was ruled by the irresistible urge to humor himself, and Cobalt was humoring him greatly. Exactly what Iggy would do with Cobalt, he was not sure. He wasn't quite sure of anything in the realm of 'serious'. He knew only one thing: he wanted to create as much of a mess as possible and be in a position to laugh his ass off as it unfolded around him. He was not evil, nor did he wish harm to others, but he had the childish, irreconcilable urge to make himself laugh till he died. However, when it came down to it he wasn't much of a people person anyways, so he probably wouldn't lose sleep over cutting a few down in his quest for eternal humor, but hey? You had to do what you had to do. His eyes never left Cobalt's as he thought, and eventually he reached a conclusion. He sighed dramatically again and cocked his head to the side. "Where do you come from, Cobalt? Tempest? Somehow I don't see you as a bloodthirsty, flesh-tearing miscreant. Not enough angst. Iris is out of the question, and you look like you'd get yourself in a lot of trouble if you were wandering alone all the time. So I'd venture Lexis' got to keep you, am I right?"