* lay across my big brass bed

[Zephyя !?]

Her clothes are dirty but her hands are clean
And you're the best thing that she's ever seen.

There was something about today. I wasn't quite sure what it was, or what was going to happen, but I knew it was going to be great. A gut feeling, I was sure of it. The sun was just rising when I opened my eyes to the world. The sky was absolutely clear, even in the early morning. The birds had started their lovely notes, and today I didn't feel like a pessimist. I felt... well... great about myself. About everything.

Talk about repetition.

I slipped out from under the bench, my joints a bit sore from the rough sleep, and there were a few puddles on the ground from the night's rain. But now, the clouds were way off in the distance, and the earth was fresh, the flowers bright, the air clean. Beautiful.

- - -

I walk through a dense forest. I do not reach the branches, so I don't have to bow my head, but I do anyways. It is still morning, but the sun is higher, and the world is brighter. The scent of squirrels, deer, rabbits, all sorts of prey is bold in my nostrils, but I don't feel like hunting today. I feel like killing would taint the bright day.

I come to the end of the trees, and I stop in my tracks, a new scent flooding the others. This one is intense, a mixture of manure, hay, and sweat linging heavy around what I now see is several large red buildings. Barns. Way off to the right is a large mansion type house, several trucks stalled infront of it. I look back to the barns and note the many fences creating a puzzling maze around between them. Then I see small creatures moving around inside them. No... large creatures.

I blink in shock at the enormity of the beasts and trot boldly forewards, despite the fact I am normally very cautious and aware of my surroundings. Today is different. Today, fear is not holding me back. I feel alive today.

I ease myself under one of the fences and trot towards another, one that has one of the giants inside. All the beasts in the other fences turn their attention to me, ears pricked in alarm, bodies suddenly stiff. One, a large black male, strides over to his fence closest to me, looking large and intimidating above them all, like a great tower. He snorts, then rears up and I bolt away from his pen. I dive under a fence and come into another pen with two mares, who are now panicing and running along the far fence. They scream, and the male from before runs along his own fence to me and rears up again protectively. I yelp and search for an exit, finding none.

I go back under another fence and find myself on the other side of the whole maze, staring back now at the forest I had come from. I look at the stallion who is still watching me, but he can not reach me. I can tell from his stance he is calculating how much distance he would need to clear the fence, and I know already not much. I turn and trot towards one of the barns, still feeling very curious about this beast-holding place.

I slink inside one, and the smell from outside feels like it is multiplied by five thousand and I am hit by a wall of manure and hay. I hear something move at the other end of the barn and dive under a bench, watching carefully.

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[december ;]

A hazy, lime green scene. No floor, no ceiling, no walls, no boundaries. There were lighter green clouds, thin, hovering alongside me, not moving, but not still either. It was an odd place, it confused me. I turn around, trying to find myself in the obnoxious abyss, but instead, am face by a large mirror, never ending, the green . I stare at myself. Two eyes, two colors: one brown, one blue. A coat of pure contrast: black and white. I faded, for the mirror also faded.

Suddenly, I began falling. There wasn't a floor in the first place, but now, I was dropping, dropping, dropping..

When I awoke, I was disoriented. It's pretty reasonable considering I just went sky-diving in my head. I laid there with my eyes closed for a minute or five minutes longer, but there was no telling the actual time that passed. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised of my location, for I didn't remember falling asleep here or any other details of that sort. I was in a barn, this was obvious. There was accumulated hay everywhere, and I was laying in a stack of this a few feet away from a large, pronged, pointy object stabbed into this haystack. It was in the morning or late afternoon, I could make this assumption because you could see the path of light passing through the dust particles and the air was cool.

My body was stiff from countless hours of resting. I rolled my shoulders, hips, and other joints in attempt to loosen my body up. When I felt oiled up, I stood. Immediately, I lowered my shoulders and left my rear in the air to stretch more thoroughly. My nose scrunched up as I caught the scent of a small animal, a prey. Adrenaline instantly poured through my veins, readying myself for the chase. My tail wagged slightly, my pink sliver dangled between my chops, carrying a slight pant. Off-colored eyes searched my surroundings for the small creature that grasped my attention.

I caught the view of a rodent zooming past me from the darker, musty area of the barn towards the exit. Without a thought, the chase began. I kept its small, twitchy tail in my view as we exited the barn and-

"Sh-!" I caught myself on the swearing, but not intentionally. My speech was caught in my throat as I locked eyes with a large beast a bit away held in by a meager fence. It seemed to be a bit ticked off by my presence. I gathered myself after my brains practically exploded, startled by such an appalling creature. I'd never seen anything like this in the city. Its large, rippling muscles supported a large frame with large, strong appendages that could crush me in a heartbeat. Fear didn't cross me like this very often, but when it did, I was controlled by it. I wasn't sure what to do in this awkward situation.

The fear decreased a bit, allowing my brain to function a bit quicker each second. I realized a few things. This brute was pissed off. He wanted me out of his presence. If I didn't get out of said presence, he'd kill me. I didn't want to be killed. And with those thoughts, I trotted away swiftly with no emotion or body language. I walked around the barn that I had mysteriously fallen asleep in and saw other large fences containing other larger beasts. They were all sorts of kinds, different sizes and colors. It confused me. Why were these wild beasts trapped?

With the decision that they should be trapped (they look like they could really take "care" of someone), I continued along the barn, finding other large buildings similar to it. I trotted in one, wondering if other dogs or animals were inside. "Hello?" No reply. "Ahem, hello?" Nothing. I looked around and noticed that this wasn't much different from the structure I wound up in.

I made my way to another barn, hoping to find something to entertain me. If not, I'd go elsewhere, although I wasn't sure where I was to begin with. I entered the red barn, the hay feeling soft against my tender pads, the scent of it filling my nostrils. "Anyone in this one?"
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[Zephyя !?]

Her clothes are dirty but her hands are clean
And you're the best thing that she's ever seen.

Underneath the bench is damp and cool, reminding me of a cave. The only problem is the floor is stone and hurts my legs, plus the bench is so low I have to scrunch down and hold my head to the ground. I hate being contained in an unusually small area.

Of course, what enters the barn now and what caused me to slink underneath the wretched bench happens to be something that is what I would think of right now as an obnoxious mirror image.

Great. Thanks. The best day I've had in forever and I run into a stupid repeat of the worst creation.

Myself.

There is no reason to hide, if anything I should just leave right now. For all I know he works for those large thunderlegged creatures outside. That must be it. They sent a clone to piss me off, get me out of the barn so they can trample me to death.

Well sorry, great beasts. I'm not leaving the barn now. The clone spoke suddenly, and I blinked, shifting in large discomfort, my tail slipping out from the shadows and brushing across the floor. "You know very well I am in here!" I say quickly, diving out from beneath the bench, instant relief relaxing my muscles. Stupid cramped space.

I look at the clone and huff. "It's not gonna work, y'know!" I bark quickly, stepping back away from the doppelgänger, and glaring intensly. "What are they? Gods or something? They can't kill me, I hope you know that, stupid little henchman thing!" I raise my head in pride and try to look bigger then I actually am, which is hard because this double is a bit larger then I am.

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There was a sound in reply, possibly a body part brushing against the floor. It startled me slightly, for I didn't expect there to be a reaction. I was, however, expected to look around for a bit and try and find a way out of here without pissing off those gigantic creatures that could easily pound my entrails out if they desired to do so. I wouldn't want to pass by them again. I don't have a death wish, that's for sure.

You know very well I am in here!

[/i] a female voice stated briskly, startling me once more. I was taken back by this, for none of these actions were what I expected to happen. And the irritation that flooded from her vocals confused me as well. A duplicate of myself swiftly appeared from the darkness under a bench. She was almost exactly like me, except her eyes were normal and she was a bit smaller. And her dots, they were different. Oh, beautiful. I can find beauty in anything, this is true. And here I am, my eyes following every curve and crevice upon her body.

I wanted this female, though I knew I shouldn't. Playing those games with women ended in destruction, I knew this, but the actual game-playing was thoroughly enjoyable. I have to have her, that was that.

It's not gonna work, y'know![/i] She startled me for nearly the thousandth time, anger rising in her voice. I wasn't in the least bit sure of what she was yapping about. What won't work? What are they? Gods or something? They can't kill me, I hope you know that, stupid little henchman thing! Gods. Kill. Henchman thing. Does she think I'm a spawn of those large beasts, coming to take her? Oh, pity. I shook my head slowly as she sized me up.

Excuse me, madam, but I'm not what you think. I began slowly, analyzing her as I spoke with my eyes, my different colored eyes. I slowly stepped closer to her as I spoke. I've seen these large beasts as well, and I am not sure of them either. I am not here to nap you. I am not her to bring harm to you. I am simply lost and confused, just exploring my surroundings. Carefully, I watched her, taking in her every movement as I spoke. The last thing I need is for her to attack me. That would be such a detriment to my day..

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[Zephyя !?]

Her clothes are dirty but her hands are clean
And you're the best thing that she's ever seen.

I don't know deceit well. I couldn't tell you what form it made an appearance in, or how it acted. I wouldn't know a liar even if they slapped me in the face. I am the type that was naturally cautious, and even if someone was painfully obviously loyal and honest, I still couldn't trust them. Trust was something I held away, kept in a box forever.

Once my mother had told me she actually cared about me. Even as a tiny pup, I knew better. No, I can't necessarily say that. I just understood not to trust anyone. I received that trait from her I believe, as she never let herself love one of her many wooers. Simple enough, males especially were creatures that were full of lies, and would try anything to get the chance to mount you.

But now, I am finding it hard to keep all my trust away from the doppelganger. I am noticing things I don't want to know, or that I even care about really. Or at least, what I normally wouldn't care about when I come across another.

The way he stood, not at all tensed. Not at all threatening. And the more I look at him, the more I feel we are a warm, puzzle piece contrast that fits together with perfection. That is silly, and probably ridiculous to say, but it just seemed...

There was more. No matter the simplicity of our breeding, and our black and white setting against the colorful world around us, he was bright. He stood out. Even with this, there was something that made him even better.

Because of the way we are, I have always rejected the dalmatian breed. We've never been special in anyway. Always exactly like the other with the exception of different spot placements.

But this, it sets him apart from the rest. His eyes. I have never seen something so... odd? That is wrong. It is not odd. It is deathly handsome, and it is almost... a... turn on? That is wrong. It is appealing, yes. Two very different colors; one as blue as the sky, and one the color of.. well... mine. Almond, I guess. In a way, they make me envious to look into them, but they also make me want to look deeper.

I realize that he is looking back at me, but in a way that is alluring, his eyes traveling the length of me, taking in everything. It makes me self-conscious, and I want to hole up suddenly, ashamed that I can't be better. I can't be more appealing for such a pair of fascinating optics.

He speaks. Oh. My God. Then again, I have to realize I did say something to him before hand, and what I did say...

Shit, I had accused this brute of being a follower of the large ones, and trying to steal me away. How could I be so stupid? Now of course I have no earthly chance of making myself remotely respectable, especially after throwing something like that in his face, without even giving him a chance to properly state his reason of presence. How could I be so... so...

What he does say in response though, is not what I had expected. Honestly, what I had thought was him coming back with some response like "get in the bag yeh mangy mutt!"... Well not really, but it sounded good, right? After all, I did think he was some sort of mobster follower for the thunder beings. Alright, I actually thought he would slam something back like "Why the hell do you assume I am a crazy psycho follower of those ass hole beasts? God you're stupid... something something something blah blah blah"... I'm getting off track here, and suddenly starting to realize just how stupid I know I am.

Again, getting off track.

I know I am only half listening, and I barely catch the last of what he says. But what I do catch feels like a damned slap in the face, reminding me of an old saying "When you assume, you make an ass out of u and me." I glance around then meet the bloke's eyes and smile a bit awkwardly, now thoroughly ashamed of myself. "Um... sorry then, valiant sir... thing..." I sigh, feeling it useless now that I just tried to return such an odd way of speaking. Well, it isn't odd.. just a bit more ancient, for lack of a better term. It makes me feel a bit more stupid then I feel already, and I lower my head a few increments, sighing in frustration. "Damn." I murmur, slaughtering whatever good feelings I had about today into a million tiny pieces.

Thanks, mom, for not giving me the smart feel-good genes.

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[december ;]

I've never been one to believe in love at first sight; in fact, I've never been one to believe in love at all. It simply doesn't exist in this corrupt world. Today, however, I want to believe. I want someone to prove me wrong. I want this fine lady to show me what love is by the end of the day. I want her to make emotional attachments, something I've never felt before. Please, madam, prove me wrong.

She was beginning to calm down, this I could see. Her elegant frame that was once tense, now displayed something else. she's speaking to me now and my ears perk forward to catch her angelic voice. I find myself gathering all my attention and tossing it at this Dalmatian. Um.. Sorry then, valiant sir.. thing.. She sighs, I tilt my head to the side, listening intently. Damn. When it appears she's through talking, I bow my head towards the ground, lower than usual, and look up with my different-colored eyes into her normal, brown eyes.

I find her actions cute as I raise myself back to an inch above her height. "No need to apologize, dear, those beasts are rather frightening and could jumble up anyone's brains." I pause, attempting to find her emotions. "I should be apologizing for being so rude, I haven't gotten your name yet. My father always told me to ask a lady's name, even if she's about to rip you to shreds. So, may I have your name?" I calmly sit upon my haunches. NOT DONE!

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