I'm already t h e r e... OPEN

[tsuya]

I’m already there
Take a look around
I’m the sunshine in your hair
I’m the shadow on the ground

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NOKAMA

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It was sad. Such little muse for living. Most of what they were was made up of plastic petroleum products and image editing programs. Nothing was real, anymore- you couldn't trust the ground beneath you. Humans, think they know everything. Think they OWN everything. Think themselves the rulers of everything, such is so that when one dies they put the other in a place called 'jail'. I laugh at this. Out here, when one dies or is killed, the other is hunted. Hunted, so the fear of everything is poisoned and beaten into their skulls, and when finally they find him, he is disemboweled, slowly, but surely torn to rags from riches, in clumps and masses of blood splattered flesh flung everywhere- hanging from branches and floating down puce waterways, stained with the red of blood. Now THAT is what I call punishment. It all changes, though, if you are not male and you are female. And it also depends on what company you keep. If the company you keep loves you, they will scrounge in the dirt until they find a hint of innocence and proclaim your chastity to all, even if the motives of death were sinister and premeditated. If, of course, you do not keep good company... they will hunt you, then rape you, then make you bear them litters, most of which they will kill and just keep pushing you around until you die of exhaustion, starvation, dehydration, old age, or self-inflicted harm. So was the life of a murdering dog or a backstabbing bitch.

Some of us lucky souls, however, were wise enough to rise above the corruption and the chiding calls of murder and bloodshed. I was one of them. Even though I was raised in it, in the shadows of my unnamed brothers demise by bird of prey, who waited in the shadowy treetops until the right moment to fall artisticly, if I do say, talons extended, in a pirouetting dive to snatch up my nincompoop brother with nothing much of a yelp. Not even a screech to signal he was coming. A wise bird to not give a pile of poop for any of that honor, let them know you're about to rip their heads off stuff. As much as I claim myself to be smart, however, I take part in that honor stuff. It was just a little bitty part of me forever ingrained by my parents who hated be, and just a little bit more sewed in by the tragic death of my brother- though you must understand I feel no sorrow for the poor sap. The lecture about birds of prey and cars and humans and the like that my mother and father had given us... I stayed awake from sunfall till two hourse after moonrise listening to the words. The words of survival, with nothing more than a bit of deer fat to gnaw on to shut up the screaming hunger pangs in my tummy- but in the end, it was all worth it.

That was the beginning of my listening days. I stayed silent until I felt I needed to talk, and after being abandoned by my low life no good parents just after my first birthday, it was listening that got me through all the foodless days and shelterless nights. I had no mothers comforting bodywarmth to heat my muscles on freezing nights, I slept in old, dugout dens that reeked of foxes and even bears, or under dumpsters that I could wedge myself beneath, behind buildings and, on one particularly cold night, in a trash can. I scrounged food from the wasteful humans and stole from my fellow canines, something I was not too proud of but I did what I had to to survive. I was a one dog army, and soon my name was whispered on the lolling tongues of many dogs- not for anything famous, just that if you had a tale to tell, you could tell it to me. I took useless words that other youngsters threw aside and turned them into lessons I could learn from. It was just who I was.

And now as I stand staring down into the aqua water, as it softly curls and twists and slaps the mossy wood of the pier, I realize that all that hard time was worth it, just as the endless hours of listening to my parents'- who would soon abandon me-lectures was worth preparing for when they, indeed, would leave me to die. "Heh... I smiled lightly and shook my head, laid myself down and just listened to the water.

I’m the whisper in the wind
I’m your imaginary friend
And I know I’m in your prayers
Oh, I’m already there

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[Zephyя !?]

One... two... three LEAP!
Run, run! Run! Leap! Growl!

Like lightning. Like thunder. Like something you cant see, a blur before the eyes, a whistle in your ear, a blink or a twitch and its gone before you can even say the name. A bullet before you, passing by and its to late before you acctually notice. And then... its gone. The only thing left behind is dust, rising from the paws that once touched the ground, but touched the ground so lightly that it barely left a trace.

That was me. The flash, then the mystery you think about. That was me after I reached up and yanked a snag from some ol' bloke. Dummy. Wasn't tending to his cart carefull enough.

I held the sausage like it was the last meal I would ever have, speeding across the planks of wood that made up the pier. Soaring over them, then placing my feet down long enough to make a quiet "thud", then off again I was, legs stretched out before me like I was soaring Superman style. The snag dangled from my fangs, the savory juice dripping behind me, and some of it, even flowing into my mouth. Mmmm... so delicious... if he wasnt chasing me I would have stopped and ate it then and there.

I shot a glance back, so quick, but just long enough to trip over something. I sprawled out across the sand, tripping over my own self, and then dropping the sausage behind me. I face planted into the sand, taking in a mouthful, then finally stopping and falling onto my back. Pleh... sand did NOT taste good.

I looked over at the culprit that had tripped me, seeing a little blue and grey dog laying there. 'Stupid Mozie!' I cursed the sheila, calling her an insect and gathering myself to my feet. 'Why, if you weren't alittle sheila, Id...Id...' I huffed, bounding to my snag and snatching it up in my mouth. 'Damn... mozie... laying out in the middle of a walk-way....' I trailed off with a few more curses, glaring at the little bitzer, the little mongrel dog.

I huffed, then laid down when I realized the bloke from earlier was gone. Never mind there was another dog around, I didnt care. I was starving. I held the snag between my paws and licked at the surface contently, savoring the flavor and ridding it off dirt and sand from the fall. Mmm. I turned my head to the side and took a bite of the end, righting my crown and chewing noisly, squinting my eyes against the sun. Mmmm. I glanced at the sheila, my docked tail wiggling, 'Ay, little Bitzer, you want sum?' I asked, taking another hearty bite. The sausage was a good foot long, so there was enough to share with this little las. I licked my chomps then flung the snag at her, hitting her side. It landed on the ground beside her. 'Elp yourself, Im stuffed to the brim.'

count; 517
muse; medium-high
puppet; Lucy
notes; I love his accent. "Ay, Sheila!"

[tsuya]

I’m already there
Take a look around
I’m the sunshine in your hair
I’m the shadow on the ground

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NOKAMA

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My days of learning and listening could prepare me for almost anything. Cold weather and the snow that wets your undercoat and freezes to your skin, the ice that gets in your blood and turns the flesh black, whiteness that blinds if you stare at the ground. Hot weather that causes the water to come out of your pores and leave you dry as a spnge with the tide out, heat that burrows deep within your fur and causes you to pant yourself to death, burns that make the skin blister and redden and never return to normal. Water that if you drink it it dries your insides and kills you, currents that snag you and pull you to your death, and waves that crash your bones upon rock and shatter everything. Earthquakes that will suck you down and pierce you with thrown terra that decided to move, ligthing that will reach down from miles away and pluck your life from your eyes, floods in the desert that appear out of nowhere and carry you away, water logged and unmoving, wet sand that cakes to your skin and rubs it raw, dry sand that turns your eyes to mud puddles. All sorts of death and bad things that the tales I have turned from words to lessons have taught me, so these things have made me wiser than I was before my parents abandoned me to live on my own. These words have prepared me for these things.

But no words could ever prepare me for what came kidding up the pier. I was just ignoring the raucus sounds and the thrill of the chase that pricked the primeval nerves in my fur and made it stand up slightly. Then, two thuds in my sides caused me to yelp and roll over, as a large body went hurling over me and sprawling into the sand. I regained my composure and stood on my haunches, a smirk on my face biting back a laugh. He cursed at me in what seemed some foreign language or dialect, and the laugh I was holding back escaped. Thanks for tripping over me. I said. It was a brown-ish dog who talked up a storm in a wierd voice and it fascinated me. He carried with him a purloined prize of sausage. I had just eaten some great ocean fish that had been caught in a tide pool and wasn't hungry... that much. I could do with a snack. His next words, though, got my blood boiling sligtly. You'd what? Trip over me again, or murder my brains with that talk of yours? I shot as I jumped down to confront him. Peacefully, of course. If he wanted to fight I would try and talk out of it, but I would not back down. No, I don't like to fight but I don't like backing down, either. His other curses were lost to the lullaby of the waves.

I watched him eat his steal like a pig, chomping and slurping and laughed at his unevolved neanderthal way of eating. I turned my head away from him when the meat hit me in the side, then put my nose to it and sniffed it, glancing back up. And what if I said I was not hungry? I turned to the ocean, then back to him. And that I'd be better off feeding it to the fishes? It went against all I learned, to eat more than you needed. A full dog could not run from predator and slept to much, got fat and lazy. I grasped the meat in my jaws and jumped back up to the pier, standing at the edge above the water, meat placed beside me. Would he try to take it from me? [/color]

I’m the whisper in the wind
I’m your imaginary friend
And I know I’m in your prayers
Oh, I’m already there

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[Zephyя !?]

I laughed loudly at her first comment. 'Oh, your welcum!' I spoke in the oh-so choppy language of mine. 'Murder you with that talk of mine? I surely dont know what you mean!' I snorted, and stood up, watching her as she continued on, something about better off with fishes and such. 'Ay, you like crabbys?' I asked, still watching her. I noticed something though, the way she suddenly moved, picking up the snag and then... and then...

'NO NO! NO LIL' SHEILA! DONT!' I howled, leaping towards her, eyes wide and ears alert. I barreled towards her, then leaped onto the railing of the bridge with more balance then I knew I really had, reaching for the snag. 'Avn't you ever hear!? Dont waste a good snag!' I whined, grabbing the end of it from her mouth and pulling roughly back. I jumped from the railing and pulled her along. Jesus that was a strong sausage, it was still together, and apparently a great tug-a-war toy. I grunted, finally hearing the snag snap in half. I tumbled backwords, rolling into a sitting position with the crumpled, no longer juicy sausage hanging from my mouth.

I huffed, quickly gulping it down and then flipping into a standing position and staring at this sheila.

count; 227
muse; low
puppet; Lucy
notes; no music, no muse.

[tsuya]

NOKAMA

I find it funny how one will fight hard to reclaim stolen food that was not theirs in the first place, and then they eat it. I could understand if they put it on trophy or something- but why would you want a trophy? I dunno.- but they just eat it, eat the cleverness that they wasted to purloin the prize in the first place. I laughed after he said that I was welcome and figured I could learn this new dialect. After the talk statement, I turned my head skyward. They never do, do they? I thought, then turned back to him. I watched him somehow haul, from deep inside his bulk, balance that can only be pressed on by the claim of food as he ripped the sausage in half and floundered back to the beach to stand and look at me. Yup, he took it back. He said, and I jumped down to the sand, my head cocked. I never said I wouldn't give it back. But still, I had a funny image in my head of him wrestling with gravity to get the sausage back. His next words made me laugh, and I sat down a little ways away. You're funny. I said, and put my ears back and smiled.

Snag. Snag. Stolen snag. I giggled a little bit. His words just struck a tone with me that made the laughs eek out bit my bit. Maybe it was his oddness of speek or his accent. I wondered why he talked so oddly? But I am not so immature and rude to ask where he came from or why he speaks in that... freakin' hilarious way. It then occured to me that he probably wasn't listening to much I said. It was just the way of the dog, I guess. I got his attention with food, though.

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for-Lucy
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[Zephyя !?]

I felt our eyes lock for a moment, so I looked a way in order not to embarress myself by staring to long or something. She seemed to be humored by me, so I quickly resolved to making her giggle more. It was deffinatly cute, the way she giggled over some things that I must have did or said. 'What a beautiful arvo, dont you agree?' Funny, I would start with something like the weather. I glanced at the beachgoers around us, all with colorful bathers on, some shirtless and some with odd triangle things covering their chests. A few were on bikes, some just walking. Humans always entertained me for some reason.

I watched some littler humans running around like a bunch of brumbies, bumping into eachother and pushing eachother around. I shook me head, turning back to the little bitz and smiling politely. 'And what might I call you, sheila? I'm Lucifer. Guess you could call me Lucy if you really wanted.' I grinned, wagging my nubby tail and sitting down. I listened to her giggling still, which made me smile more and wish I could just keep talking and not sound like an idiot. As long as she still giggled.

count; 208
muse; low
puppet; Lucy
notes; DAMN YOU MUSE!

[tsuya]

NOKAMA

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My mother told me once, something about humans- one of the times I almost didn't listen because rage spilled through me like a waterfall. This was also the converstation where she said she hated me. Oh well. She said that humans are crazy and dangerous things- they have stopped evolving, and if something drasticly changed in the next weeks then they would most likely die out- leaving the world to us dogs, of course. His next words struck another chord but I managed to bite back my giggles, a smile on my face. Somehow my utter lack of knowledge of his jargon didn't fit in place and I got the key concept of his scentence. I nodded. Uh huh. I couldn't think of anything else to say, I fought back the childlike girlishness that had been sucked into the pits of me for so long, and was coming back with a vengance, tendrils of white youngness reaching out and entwining my everything.

The first time I heard his name, Lucifer... it send a little thorn inside of me that grew into a plant of doubt. Metaphors are my best friends, if you haven't noticed. Lucifer. Such a dark, dark name for a bright character, such an evil title for such a jubilant soul. It almost didn't fit, but then I realized he must have some personality quirks hidden deep within himself or he would just be as boring as a gray sky in the summer. Then I heard his alias, Lucy, and the little thorn withered and died. Damn things, hate them, doubt thorns. Lucy? I asked in a giggly voice. That seems so... soo... the giggles died in my throat and it just came out in a happy pealing note. ...normal. Not to mention cross gendered. I snuck the thought in and managed not to say it outloud. I blinked and searched for my name, pushing through the tendrils until I discovered it. Nokama. My name is Nokama. I murmured. And I guess you... I paused, thinking, until I finally decided to shorten the title. could call me Noka, if you wanted. [/size]

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[Zephyя !?]

It was now my drug. Dont ask me why, but I wanted to hear it again, that little giggle, the little laughter that told me everything was ok, and I wasnt such a demon. I smiled again in reply, then looked down. That seems so... soo... Lucy... gay? Feminine? I laughed silently, then shook my head. Normal. I bit my tongue, then looked at her. Normal? Which one? Lucy or Lucifer? 'The blokes back in Ozie called me Lucy. It was a big joke, seeing as how I acted.' How I acted. Now, looking at the little sheila, I didn't feel that little crave to do something mean. I acctually felt... like a little cloud. Not a dark cloud, but a fluffy, happy little cloud.

'I always thought Luke would be a good short name for Lucifer.' I chuckled, then listened intently on her next words, quickly shushing myself. 'Nokama.' I tasted the word, then nodded. 'I like it. Noka.' I said, looking down at my large paws and noticing a small beetle scittering around each toe, bumping into them, then going around. I chuckled, then looked back up to Noka and sitting straighter. 'Noka, are you hungry, or...' What else would please her?

count; 219
muse; low
puppet; Lucy
notes; no music, no muse.

[tsuya]

NOKAMA

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Normal. As in Labrador Retriever normal. As in family normal. As in 'The Sandlot' normal. As in something you see everyday. As in... not this dog. Definetly not this dog. Something radiated from him, an agressiveness that was like a second nature. 'Oh look at the clock! Time to disembowel someone.' 'Oh look, a box of kittens, time to disembowel someone.' 'Oh gee, some wasteful human threw out a loaf of bread! Time to disembowel someone!' But now something had jammed the gear that threw this nature into buisness, action, that pulled the switch to make the jaws chomp and the neck muscles seize and yank to pull flesh from the body of his prey. And I think that jam was me. It was just a hunch, but it mostly stemmed from the 'If you weren't a sheila' comment he made at the beginning of our conversation. Lucy. I giggled. Lucy. I figured it would be a joke. Lucy is something I would see a Poodle being called. Not a devilish, handsome thing like this. I avoided thinking 'like you'.

Luke. Luke. Royal, regal, handsome, dignified yet silly, clowny, jubilant and threatening and agressive. That fits you much better. I mused aloud, wondering if he even cared what I thought about his name. Then he said mine, and it took all the strength I had to force the oxygen out of my lungs and draw a new breath, as if gravity suddenly reached up and grabbed the air and started pulling it away from me. I shivered slightly. Then he murmured the shortened version of my name, and I focused and got myself back on a normal breathing track. I was damn lucky I didn't get hiccups. I smiled. Then he asked me the question and I laughed. Lemme guess, you're going to prey on the poor cartpushers again, aren't you? it might be kind of fun, stealing food the humans hadn't had a chance to eat yet. [/size]

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[Zephyя !?]

I remember alittle bit of my mother's voice, when she was telling my sister and I about our father. She had said that when they first saw eachother, it was kinda like a love story. Love at first sight. I wasn't ever sure about it, I had never believed her. How could anyone ever like another at just first look? You'd always have to double take and all, then think about it, then get to know them. You never just fell in love in a moment. It took days, or hours, before you even thought about marriage or worse of all, screwing them. I always told myself I would never be like that. Meet someone, then automatically be immobalized and so in love your bubbling over.

And yet, here I sat, hearts in my eyes and a pretty little sheila staring back with a little glint in her expression, that I took as maybe, just maybe, the same feeling. What would be the chance though, that she saw through my bully exterior and my murderous interior, bone crushing power, house shaking bark, earthquake growl, and hard ass glare; and really see something more then what I was. Was there more? I had never even bothered to find out, I never cared. I always thought I needed only me, not her, not the world, not humans or anything, just me myself and Goddamned I. No one. Nada. Kapish?

Apparently not Kapish. However you spell that word. Apparently, I was no longer living by my number one rule. Apparently, I wanted more then just me now, I wanted a companion, and a hamster wouldnt fit the bill. I wanted her. More then I had loved my sister, more then I even loved myself, I wanted the sheila. Noka. No, Nokama.

'Ah poodle, eh? Well, Im surely not a poodle. And you say it fits me better? Really? Luke?' I smiled. I noticed everything about her now, each little stray piece of fur, each glance she gave... and her shiver. 'Are you cold?' I automatically stood up, as if she would let me snuggle and keep her warm. Suddenly, I was cautious. No colds for this little girl, not on my watch. I stopped to listen to her next phrase, then laughed. 'Of course. Their snags are fresh, and not rotted. Plus, easy to get.' I added thoughtfully, trotting lightly to her side and gently brushing my nose on the very edge of her nose. I felt wandering human eyes on us, and a little red light told me some one was recording this. I smirked just alittle, my little nub tail raising into the air protectively.

count; 453
muse; low
puppet; Lucy
notes; woot woot!

[tsuya]

NOKAMA

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I grew up with two brothers. Little boy puppies aren't the kind of puppies that want to sit down and listen to love stories forever. Well, one of my brothers didn't last too long, but the other one did. We wrestled after our lessons and chased things together, but still out bond was not strong, because my parents loved him and not me. Its not nice to be unloved by the creatures that put you into this world. See, I always imagined true love at first sight being when you meet someone and then the love spreads like a disease, from their body to yours, from their mind to yours, turning into a cloud of red noble gas and filling out your body, turning your fiborous nerves into mushy, gushy feathers and frills that only could feel one thing and that one thing was the person that intoxicated you with the miracle noble gas drug in the first place.

After my brother got his head squished by a car and my mother disappeared in the night and my father pissed himself and ran away in the day, I figured I was on my own and thats how it would be forever and ever. With a shrug I would say hi to other dogs but not let myself get wrapped up in this thing called friendship, or ever more taboo, love. It was always out of bounds and a foreign place, love. Now here was this stranger talking in a foreign jargon and love seemed like the closest thing to home. Love. Is that what it possibly could be? Love? Maybe I was not alone in the world anymore. Maybe the noble gas had finally taken me over.

Now would be the ending of forever and the beginning of the res of the world.
Now would be the ending of a time of lonliness and I would walk with my head high, because now no one could put me down.
Now I was above stealing from my fellow canines, now I was so high I could steal from humans. It was like an endless crack rush. I couldn't ever come down from this high, and the happiness fizzed through my veins in little bubbles that popped with the slightest movement.

I laughed and shook my head. No, you're certainly not. I stated the obvious. It seemed like the only thing I could do, since now we were going around and just stating the obvious together. And yes, I think it does. I replied, and smiled. But if you want to be called Lucy, then, hey. I felt him push up close to me, his body heat becoming mine. He asked his question, and I nodded dumbly. My body had become numb, but at the center of it all was this little pulsating ball of heat that kept me semi warm and tepid. His nose pressed up with mine, and the humans slightly became fuzzy, and I saw them catching this on those things called 'movies' and probably some mother would go home and show it too her daughter and it'll give the daughter good dreams, good dreams. My good dreams were coming true. Easy to get? I mused aloud. Then I glanced at him. Don't you think the guy that you got the first sausage from will be looking for you? I asked him.

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[Zephyя !?]

Music is the only escape. I had seen that phrase everywhere, painted on benches and written on banners. I had listened to the music pulsating from teen headphones, heard it outside of concert halls and out of car windows. I had never dremt of music being like this. My own personal stereo. And it was her voice, like lyrics that were mine and I loved it. I was obsessed maybe.

Obsession was an odd state of mind. I never really thought about it, but I was possibly obsessed with my sister before she died. Maybe thats what love was, and now I had found a different form of it. Sort of. I now noticed that the love I held for my sister was lust. This... this was different. This was not lust, or envy, or anything, it was... simple. It was never wanting to leave her, always wanting to protect her, always wanting her right here next to me. No where else.

I knew it now, I knew that I wasnt the only one who was bubbling over. The way she spoke now was more coy. I pushed my muzzle against her, slipping my pink sliver from between two powerful jaws, and going over her cheek lightly. 'You can call me what you wish, sheila.' I coaxed, sitting down diagonal to her, our side touching. I looked into her eyes, the reflective optics showing me what I was. Something large, intimidating compared to this gentle sheila. 'Im sure I can pull a few more sausages from the bloke, just for you.'

I pushed my head against hers again, gently, and grabbed her ear between my fangs with as much care and caution not to grab to hard.

count; 291
muse; low
puppet; Lucy
notes; damn muse

[tsuya]

Nokama
&&Something calls to me

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Music is like a ghost- a great, foggy being that has embedded itself in the minds and ideas of everyone. Its like having a mummified cat in the basement, or a collection of voodoo dolls gangling from strings hung from the rafters of the roof. Its always been there- in holy and in sinful, in happiness and strife, in freaky, spooky moments, and heartfelt, true ones. Music has always been there. And now he was my music, he was my quarters and halves and eighths and wholes... he was my whole, my everything, and even though I tried to fight it I slowly felt myself being sucked up into this tune of happiness and love, away from my normal melody of melancholy.

It was becoming everything. No, not just everything, my everything, a whole entirely different kind of everything. My happy, sad, sickness, health, malady, pain, greatness, purity. My wavering forgiveness and the last bits of my sanity. It was what would soon be holding be together, what was to be my glue, my cross stitch that stopped me from splitting apart at the seams. So now I had to hang onto this, this everything, and stop it from blowing away, to keep my feet on the ground and my head level.

Just a little touch got my blood a boiling in an instant, and I shivered slightly, pressing back against him. My tail wagged slightly. "Hmmm.." I murmured, not wanting to answer, just kind of losing myself, it was a lesson that I was slowly learning, it traveled between our gazes. Then his next scentence snapped me out of it, and I blinked. Without answering, I pushed past him and trotted slowly towards the smells, the aromas, searching with my nose for that one... almost... nope, missed it... no... GOT IT! Roitisserie Chicken! With a smile, I weaved in and out of the people until I could see the bird slowly turning on the spit, the pan collecting the drippings that would soon be poured back over the bird. I licked my chops and laid down, a little whine escaped me and I slowly crawled towards it, until I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst forward, in two strides, I leaped, my legs pulled up close to me, and my teeth hit the flesh and I pulled down, the tender meat fell right off the spit. My legs uncurled and I used my short stature to weave away from the yelling noises and trotted happily back to Lucifer, dropping the bird in front of him, grease dripping from my mouth. "Not to shabby if I do say so myself."

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word count- 484
from- Nokama
for- Zeph with Lucy
music- Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues
comments- sorry it took me so damn long

[Zephyя !?]

I had never had a real taste of a nightmare. The closest I ever came to something scary in sleep was dreaming about my past, and that was it. I never dreamt of things that were trully terrifying, such as Grudge kids or zombies and monsters. I was more realistic in my sleep. I dreamed of food, running, and ruling everything, not silly things like man-eating lizards. But perhaps, this was a nightmare in itself. Finding my self tripping on everything, stumbling and at a lost for words next to the little bluey, madly in love with her, and then she just up and bolts.

I stared ahead as she suddenly ran past me, slightly knocking me over a bit. I blinked, amazed at the speed and velocity she just picked up in a short second. I turned my body, standing up and watching her wholeself disappear into the crowd of legs. 'AY! Kama!' I howled, quickly attempting to lunge after her, but some human knocked into me and I skidded across the sand, a sharp sting shooting through my shoulder. I yelped, standing quickly and trying to get past the humans, who seemed to just keep coming. 'That's fine you big bitser! I don't need ya anyways! You can just fuckin' cark it!' I grumbled, feeling something more then the pain in my shoulder, like a heavy weight on my chest, a big hole somewhere were I thought I could hear beating before, when we were next to eachother. The first time in forever that I had acctually felt a pulse, felt warmth and happiness, and she tears that litl' balloon in a million pieces.

I snarled low, turning towards the bridge and heading back to the spot where she left me. I slumped to the ground, laying my head on my paws and closing my eyes. Everything I thought I now needed and cared for was gone in a flash. Like a little match, lit then blown out. Damn, I'm never speed dating again.

In moments, I felt something hot fall next to me, and immediatly I jumped up, twirling around to face... my sheila! I grinned, 'Ay I thought you left meh!' I felt my words turn to mush, and I instantly started to nuzzle her, then looked down at the hot, juicy, fresh chook now at my paws. 'Oiy Kama, I'm godsmacked! Look at this nice bird ya'got!' I cooed, looking back at her and licking her cheek again. 'Good-on-yer-mate!' I applauded, grinning again and pressing our noses together. 'I honestly though you were gonna hoo-roo out on me.' I looked away from her, ashamed at my dumb assumption. Y'know what they say, when you Assume, you make an ass out of you and me. Damn I'm an ass. 'Sheila, thank you.'

count; 478
muse; low-medium
puppet; Lucy
notes; meheheh

[tsuya]

Nokama
&&i think i know Aslan when i see him

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Dreams are funny things. Dreams are pure, dreams are cloudy- dreams are forgotten for reasons that do not make much sense, yet when we search for them in the far fabrics of our minds all we find are loose, forgotten threads- the edges of what flashed through our minds. If everyone remembered their dreams then no one would be able to tell between reality and otherwise. Dreams are sometimes scary things, raging fires that have no enemies- but that is because they are fueled by our thoughts, memories, expieriences. They have no limits to how far the tendrils of dreams can delve into our minds and add kindling to themselves, make themselves larger, scarier, or peaceful. Yet they die down with the early morning light- so in a sense, they have no enimies but all of them. They are friend to all and enemy to all. It is a complicated thought, dreams, for that is what it is, a highly advanced thought that had matierialized in pictures and ideas and colors, like words bursting from a page to twist and turn and change into an image- the image from your mind into the real world. Dreams are made of you. You are what you dream, but now one really knows who you are, and if we did the world would be so boring, so we cannot remember 100 percent of all of our dreams. Its as simple and as complicated as that.

I heard him call my name but the idea that formed in my head was too strong to listen to his voice. Sorry, I'll be back.. I murmured quietly to myself as I went on my mission. The idea I saw... it came from the words that flowed in my ears and conformed into a blurry picture. He could steal a sausage, I could steal a chicken. I could make these foolish humans look dumb, and then... I don't really know what I was getting at, but this feeling that coursed through my blood and made it all fizzy was making me do foolish, foolish things, and I was sticking to my old ways and listening to my lessons but I twisted them around into almost perverse opposites of what actually they meant.

I laughed at his words, smiling proudly and head held highly. I wasn't actually hungry, excitement causing my stomach to seem to shrivel, but I had seen how he ate the sausage and I figured- well, I just figured. No. No. Never. I nuzzled him. You get mad too easily. Never. I said again, almost as if to prove it to myself. Never. Never. Ever. How silly of him to think of me as a deserter. And then I laughed. Yeah, thanks. I'm proud of myself. I mentally shrugged. Never dared to cross the humans before. They have guns that shoot metal into your flesh and tear you apart, and poisons that make your stomach collapse, and... I dropped it. I never crossed humans. But a fleet paw and fast leg are sometimes quicker- not to mention luckier- than an itchy trigger finger.

You are welcome. Lucy. I murmured.

words- 635
for- Zeph w/ Lucii
from- Nokama
muse- 3/5
music- 'Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian'
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That means those same men aren't protecting this castle.

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