You have ONE wish, so make it RIGHT. [Frosty&Jax]

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&&,Jax

"It's true! We are a dying breed!" he said, looking at her with dismay. It quickly split into his typical doggie grin though. "But that's what I'm for! I'll mentor as many as dogs in my art as I can." He held head up proudly and raised his tail. 'Starting with you, my dear,' he added to himself, promptly looking back at her with a wink.

"I appreciate your faith in me, sweetheart," he said, hopping back down, "but I suppose I do owe you a warning. Brace yourself, get ready!" he paused, giving her the chance to do as he said. He looked away with an expression of shame before continuing. "I don't plan these things. There, it's out!" He howled the last part to the sky like a dreadful secret left festering far too long. With a pained expression, he turned back to her and let forth a quiet, pathetic whine. How would she react to such shocking news?

He hoped it would be with the good nature she had thus far displayed - though he did ignore the comment about the leaves. Perhaps he should amend that now? No, no, that would be breaking the wondrous setting you've just put together! Wait for her answer, and do nothing else! Well, yes, perhaps tucking your tail between your legs and hanging your head is a good idea. Yes, do that. . . but now stare at the pretty leaves and be patient, patient! A good show must have pauses or else the crowd is left behind and loses interest!

Hurry, scurry
to the stage
Hurry, scurry
slow in your age
Hurry, scurry
you'll be late!
Hurry, scurry
no, you must wait!

Indeed, it was common knowledge that if you're going to late, arrive in style! Make an event of it, star of the show or not!

word count: 314
mood: s-s-sp-spazzy
muse: 8/10
notes: eleventyseven is the best band ever to get me in the mood for this character. :D

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[.Dobie.]

Frosty. 315. for Jax.

Some pictures are worth a thousand words,
but attached are a thousand lies.

'It's true! We are a dying breed! But that's what I'm for! I'll mentor as many as dogs in my art as I can.'
I had to admit, my face had adopted a sympathetic look. Though I did not protest, or try to devour his dreams, I honestly thought that would be rather hard.

'I appreciate your faith in me, sweetheart, but I suppose I do owe you a warning. Brace yourself, get ready! I don't plan these things. There, it's out!'
In his pause of dramatic affect for me to brace myself, I pricked my ears. Surely it can't be that bad? Hmm? Oh! Well, there's my earlier questions answered- He makes it up as he goes. I shook my head in sympathy as he whined.

I jumped on top of the log, my eyes still trained onto him. I slid down onto the forest floor, landing softly beside him. Ha. I didn't fall. I circled him silently, the only noise was the crunching of leaves under paw. I stayed silent until I went behind him and arrived at his other shoulder. I lowered my muzzle until it hovered over his low hung head.

"Ah, Yes, but one really can't plan it out, for he knows no action of the other creature or who he'd run into," I murmured in his ear, my head cocked to the side, gazing into the trees. I turned away from his shoulder, walking toward some trees, walking a few steps away. I turned my head over my shoulder, "Or have I got theater business all wrong?" Hmm. I turned back around, sitting down. "Now, I am very curious of just what you do, and how you do it," I confessed. Haha. My musings. They made so much sense but left dogs speechless.. I love those fantastic moments.

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&&,Jax

He didn't twitch when she moved, though he very much wanted to look up and see what she was doing. 'It's all part of the play, Jaksi,' he reminded himself, 'and she's already proven her potential. Don't be so controlling!' No, he had never personally known a director; yes, he had heard other dogs speak of them. According to most others, they were horrible humans, the worst of their breed: always shouting directions, not being pleased, and staring their performers down as though challenging them to dare go off-script. Jax did not want to be a director for three reasons: he did not want to be a serious brute; he wanted to be in the play himself; and yeugh, script! The Jakster was not a fan of planned performances, not at all.

His thoughts paused as her beautiful, melodic voice sang a tune of perfection in his ears. Oh, he was going to love having her around, absolutely love it! Keeping his expression wretched, he finally allowed himself to turn his gaze to her. Oh my! Oh my! She, too, was capable of poses that added emphasis to her words; and, my, she looked striking standing there facing him, but back turned. As she turned to face him and sat down, he padded over, enjoying the melody that the leaves played in rhythm to the beat of his steps.

"Frosty, my dear," he said, circling around her, "it is natural to be curious of these things. How does a composer pluck a new song from the air, as though they grow on invisible trees? Moreover, how has tuned his eyesight to see these trees? How does a magician pull a rabbit from his hat; and how does the rabbit not suffocate or attempt to get out of it beforehand? Just like any other performing art, there are secrets to the trade," he paused in front of her, and looked sideways at the white shepherd; "but they come later. To start, one must have only three things: potential, desire, and a sense of humor." Again, he paused, tail wagging faintly in the breeze.

"Do you have those three things, milady?"

He didn't doubt for a moment that she lacked any of them. Where earlier it was said that Jax didn't care for planning, it was true - to an extent. There were occasions, such as this, when the little tricolor did plan one or two steps ahead; but only ever for one outcome; and a majority of the time, he changed plans in the middle of carrying it out! No, the Master Jax, the Master of Improv, could not be tamed to such simple matters as planned humor. He had to admit, there were moments when planning was simply necessary, though.

And as of right now, he liked his plans very much.

word count: 477
mood: on the plus side. school soon, but we're out next week.
muse: 8.5/10
notes: sorry if he seems a little tuned down, i keep yawning and losing my trail of thought. q.q

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[.Dobie.]

Frosty. 372. for Jax.

Some pictures are worth a thousand words,
but attached are a thousand lies.

'Frosty, my dear,it is natural to be curious of these things. How does a composer pluck a new song from the air, as though they grow on invisible trees? Moreover, how has tuned his eyesight to see these trees? How does a magician pull a rabbit from his hat; and how does the rabbit not suffocate or attempt to get out of it beforehand? Just like any other performing art, there are secrets to the trade, but they come later. To start, one must have only three things: potential, desire, and a sense of humor.'
I watched him circle me, not bothering to turn to look at him but watching him from the corners of my eyes, as much as I could anyways. I couldn't help but to love the way my name rolled off his tongue. I had always hated my name, another reminder of my white pelt and betrayal, but for once I didn't have flashes of my past as it was spoken allowed. I blinked when he stopped his circling in front of me.

'Do you have those three things, milady?'
"I think I may, I think I might, if not I shall wish upon a star tonight," I murmured, my eyes gleaming in amusement. Where that came from, I had no idea. Mostly it was a very small voice in the back of my head that was ignored, along with the side of me that admired the scenes around me. But, it seemed, upon meeting this dog, if you could call such a magnificent creature as this a dog, has opened me up to my more creative side.

I felt my tail wave from side to side. I felt as if I finally had a great weight taken from my shoulders. I didn't understand it. Maybe it was the fact I wouldn't be alone for now on, for awhile at least, well.. I hoped he didn't plan to split to soon. And, I felt as if the world seemed in brighter, brilliant colors around me. Surely a companion couldn't do this to one's point of view? All well.. I hadn't actually ever had one, so what did I know?

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&&,Jax

Jax grinned widely at her reply. Perfect, yes, he was already starting to pull at the left side of her brain. He snickered in happy vanity for a moment - then suddenly twirled himself to face the opposite direction. He was still looking at her sideways, but judging from his stance and the new angle, one would not be surprised to see him fire off like a bullet from a gun. Muscles taut, tail low, head ducked, he looked ready to run a marathon.

"First!" he said loudly, still looking at her in his peripherals, "I have to make sure you can react to any situation - no matter how ridiculous! - with the opposite of what most would want." He ducked even lower, his muzzle nearly to the ground now; when he spoke, the leaves in front of him rustled in an excited chatter. "Not being calm and collected, but as spontaneous as you can, with as many explosive reactions as possible. It's like one of those weird science experiments you see on the magic boxes; it's dangerous, but you look damn spiff - not based on whether or not you know what you're doing, but on how you showcase yourself."

Saying nothing more, the springs in his legs let loose and away he raced, howling at the top of his lungs. At first it was a simple melody of high notes that sang up to the treetops and caused the leaves to come cascading down in random but fantastic patterns. The sun was at the perfect angle to be peering through the trees and make them shimmer and shine like feathery gold and bronze. As he gained distance, however, his voice rose even louder, now with intelligible words:

"Run, run, Frosty my dear! Take the initiative, have no fear! If you can't catch me, this test you'll fail - you'll hunt for me, to no avail! Don't pass up this chance, you would go far! Stick with me and you'll be a star!" His musical laugh filled the forest, a choir to sing to the rhythm of his pounding paws.

word count: 355
mood: pretty great actually. new obsession band is a new obsession.
muse: ;lkdjhfcvujhydfg 6/10
notes: and lately i've been thinkin' / my hand would look so awesome in yours

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[.Dobie.]

Frosty. 437. for Jax.

Some pictures are worth a thousand words,
but attached are a thousand lies.

'First! I have to make sure you can react to any situation - no matter how ridiculous! - with the opposite of what most would want. Not being calm and collected, but as spontaneous as you can, with as many explosive reactions as possible. It's like one of those weird science experiments you see on the magic boxes; it's dangerous, but you look damn spiff - not based on whether or not you know what you're doing, but on how you showcase yourself.'
I quirked an eyebrow. What in the world? Maybe I was way over my head with this dog. All well. To late to back out now. I let my eyes lower as he tensed him muscles. Automatically, expecting an explosion, tensed mine from habit. I watched him just awaiting for him to spring.

I jumped ever so slightly, as he sprung and proceeded to yowl at the top of his lungs. I blinked. I should have expected that one. With a soft chuckle, I followed him at a trot, listening to his howls echo through the forest. I watched in amusement as several loud bird called in alarm before taking flight. I pricked my ears when I realized his yowling began to make words.

'Run, run, Frosty my dear! Take the initiative, have no fear! If you can't catch me, this test you'll fail - you'll hunt for me, to no avail! Don't pass up this chance, you would go far! Stick with me and you'll be a star!'
With one last soft chuckle, I pushed against my hind legs and bolted forward. I pricked my ears, listening for his laugh to determine where he had gone. I let my long legs stretch out before me, swallowing the ground in bounds. I blinked, looking for a glimpse of Jax. I am way over my head," I huffed quietly, amused. I left my jaws agape, my tongue lolling out of my mouth. I could run fast, that was sure, but I didn't know how long I could keep it up. Because, oddly enough, something told me this Border Collie had more stamina than me. I almost considered trying to cut him off, but it'd be a foolish attempt. He was to unpredictable, so he could turn without me realizing it.

I slowed to a trot, pricking my ears in attempt to make out exactly where he was. It was not easy to blindly chase one through a forest full of yowls, two sets of thudding paws, and your heart ringing in your ears from the sudden explosions of speed.

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&&,Jax

Feeling the cool breeze through his fur, seeing the dappled sunlight through the trees, catching peripheral glances of falling leaves in varying colors, and hearing wonderful and odd bird calls all contributed to the border collie's energy. It was as though the life in the forest was fueling him, as though the childishness in him were absorbing the simple wonders of life through a kind of osmosis that everyone could use a bit of. With astounding flexibility, he jumped and twirled a 180 in midair, racing back the way he came. Only seconds though, and he was off in a different direction; a few more seconds, and he changed again; longer this time, but he still changed direction; and finally he slowed to a quick trot, grinning and panting heavily. He pricked his ears and flared his nostrils, like a living sonar waiting for the fainting sign of where his quarry lay.

Of course, it took a bit longer than would have been normal; all the heavy breathing was screwing with his hearing and his sense of smell. 'Sheesh, dog-breath! Honestly Jax!' He chuckled to himself, but soon detected the lovely female. Yes, she wasn't too far from him. Good, she had speed! Now to really test those physical reflexes. . .

He lowered his body to the ground, tail barely skimming over the leaves that littered the forest floor, and tried to tie his senses to his surroundings. Of course, it was nothing so cosmic as that, not at all. The Jakster was fond of exaggerations though, even if all he was doing was taking full advantage of his body's functions. Ears perked high, eyes wide, nose flaring, tasting the wind, stepping carefully - if he considered himself a part of the forest, he liked to think that he could make himself nearly invisible.

Not that it ever lasted long.

Not at all.

As soon as he was close enough, he shot from the trees and headed straight toward his companion - but only for a moment. Quite as suddenly as he had burst from the foliage, he changed direction and headed straight for a very nearby tree - and deftly ran a few steps up the side before pulling off some seemingly impossible acrobatics and landing roughly on Frosty's back.

"Hullo darling," he said, quite out of breath.

word count: 390
mood: in the positive. finally got some posting done. :]
muse: 6/10
notes: sorry it took so long. q.q

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[.Dobie.]

Frosty. 237. for Jax.

Some pictures are worth a thousand words,
but attached are a thousand lies.

I pricked my ears, hearing the light crunch of leaves. I blinked in mild surprise that he would come back. Tensing my muscles, I lowered my muzzle slightly, looking around. AHA! There he was. Before I even finished the thought, he bolted out of the brush. I prepared myself for a tackle, I figured I could handle his weight, but it may throw me off quite a bit.. Before I could even gather these thoughts much, he changed direction.

I raised myself legs to full height. Blinking in mild surprise, I watched him turn rather sharply. Ah, those turns seemed perfect and smooth for the Border Collie. Effortless. I was almost enviousness, Almost. Not quite. I loosened my muscles as I realized he was running toward a tree. I watched him, amused. I was waiting for him to turn course once more. I blinked in surprise as he used the tree to turn.

'Hullo darling.'
But, I was not expecting him to flip off of the tree. I felt him land on my back. Stumbling slightly, I looked over my shoulder. I quickly regained my footing. It'd be my perfect luck to send us sprawled onto the forest floor, rearranging the leaves once more. With a soft chuckle, I shook my head. "Hello, Jax," I answered, as if having a male land on my back after running was the most normal thing any creature would do.