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Love Truth, but p a r d o n Error

The blissfully silent twilight zone between consciousness and sleep, reality and fantasy, a truth and a lie. They were one and the same, but most seemed to think they were opposites. Some would go so far as to say that they were enemies. Soft, warm wind tickled a dark nose; the dry breeze ruffled the smooth, gingery fur that rippled in distinct patches. Darkness enveloped her, inky blackness surrounded her vision, and no memory was stored. Her mind was switched off, and her senses had gained control. With her ears she heard a soft rustling, with her nose she smelled a delicate odour, with her skin pressed thus against the ground she felt the heartbeat of something far off. Far off...But no move against this life form was made. In fact, no sign that this sensor of sorts was actually alive was made, other than the almost imperceptible movement of her lungs. It was a good time to reflect on matters, and those who did not were fools, she knew that. But they wouldn't be fools if they did. A slight twitch commanded her features for but an instant, the slightest touch of petulance crossing her darker muzzle. A less subtle, more noticable sort of sigh came from her chain of breaths, but nothing reacted to this change. It wasn't as if there was anything there, one might remark. Oh but there was, and she knew it. Less than 12 miles away a stampede had formed, Korongo, perhaps? Even closer was there a brawl formulating among some males, she hazard a guess at juveniles. Not because of some sixth sense, not this time, but because of logic. After all, who would be enough of a dandy to pick a fight in such times? A mirthless grunt resounded inwardly as the being remarked that she might very well have been one of those fools. Water was scarce, prey was weak, and the weak-witted had been born from the shrewd. She mused on these matters lazily, not wasting any energy on any one thought, not waiting long enough on any single idea to let it form. Merely picking up the corners, letting the middle fall in and then letting it go. The hard ground under her had tolerated her presence for much longer than it had bargained for, and much longer than she had planned. But it was not yet evening, and she would not yet move. The sun burned down, unrelenting, shrivelling all visible life with it's withering force. Her coat's normally glossy state had been noticably decreased by the dust that had been blowing around her unmoving form for the past several hours. Despite this, her overcoat did it's job well, and she knew that when the time came to stand up, it would all slide off. Heat had seeped into her very bones as she lie there, the source of all life killing her slowly, oh so slowly as every hour went by. But she was not a fool, she was not remotely near being a fool. Stay still, don't move, keep your muscles still was what her instinct said, and she was never one to disobey...That one voice. Just that one. Hmmm...Maybe? But no, no, certainly just that one. Guaranteed, for...Forever and always, most likely. Her mind drifted away from this topic, the faintly amused, slightly disinterested tone of her wandering tinged with a laziness which indicated that this state of 'trance' was not going to last much longer. Sleep was coming...

The sun slowly fell towards the horizon, like an egg yolk slowly slipping down a greased pan, and she watched it through her lids. Nothing could stop the sun, nothing could prevent it's progress from the East to the West. It was mighty, it was powerful, and she loved it...Oh how she adored it's strong rays! The silence stretched on and on, and yet she did not stir or make a sound. As it played patterns of red, blue and gold on her chocolate-coloured eyes, she felt a slight shift in her manner. SHe did not feel it as a scientist might, analyzing it with great intensity or concentration, but she felt it...Instinctively. It came upon her pondering mind that she had changed a little, and she left it at that. A soft, barely noticable twist in her brain waves or heart beat might have alerted one with the equiptment to monitor it, but there was no one for miles and miles with interests remotely close to those. Alpha became Theta, and her eyes began their slight dance as she evaluated what she saw. The darkness became nothingness for a moment, all the colours dashed out. Reflections were cut out sharply, and a slightly shallower breath than usual accompanied this swift withdrawal from the images she had been so enjoying. Heat seemed less warming, cold seemed less relieving, and time seemed to stop. A whirl of unconscious playbacks to early childhood left her mind struggling to regain the state of laziness she had come to accept. She was a cub, her mother was licking the top of her head. It was the only time she could remember that she liked being touched. It was late evening, she was around a year old, father was attacking her mother. She tried to intervene, darkness came on her. An unnatural tingle buzzed along her collarbone, but she barely felt it. It was Her, she was laughing at our girl, laughing at how she looked like a young male at this tender age. The laughter hit the juvenile like a lightning bolt, filling her with a strange form of rage. Like fire it ran through her veins and she lashed out unconsciously. The Other went down, down with a spurt of blood, and the Lady's mocking, derisive laughter rang out, her face wild with glee. It stopped, faded, and crept back into it's corner. It was a special corner. One she called 'From Whence There Is No Return' and it was where she kept everything she liked particularly well. All those faces, all those expressions she didn't want to forget. The delicate darkness lifted, and her lithe muscles gave the slightest shudder as they relaxed completely. Said nothingness played against her dark eyes yet again, and her breathing grew deeper, more pronounced. The smell of the dry, pungent breeze left her nostrils, and the ethereal air about her was gone. The meditation was lost, her energy shifted. There was nothing, no emotion, no memory, no dream to welcome her. Only velvety night, cold as an icy lake, grabbing at her, begging her to join in. But she resisted. Night had come, light had gone, and the wild was waiting. She was not one who prefered inactivity to movement, and here was her oppurtunity. Always the Huntress, she slept when she could, ate when she could, and hated to be interrupted. For who really knew when she would next be able to rest, to nourish herself or lie in the sun again?

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No one cares if you live or die.
So just die.
Do the world a favor.
Just die.

Give up your breath. Give up your claim on this earth. Just relax, gently squeeze the trigger, and go. There is better waiting for you, or perhaps there isn’t but anything is better then this limbo. This limbo is cruel, much more cruel, much more then what ever could be. No one cares so you might as well. Isn’t like you care, yourself, either, mhmm? You’re okay with the idea. By now you’ve seen the idea in other’s eyes and have come to have a… an only meek and mild apprehension of it. So why not, mhmm? Why. Not. Lovely reason if there ever was one but Calamity had to admit… that it wasn’t that great of one. Far as he was considered he preferred the ‘I will never die’ and ‘I will never grow old’ to anything else one could purpose. But if he could have that immortality that he asked for? And if he could trade it away for what had been? For, what had been was quite a great thing, was it not? In a big wide world not feeling the slightest bit of alone… of being in the big wide world full of so many enemies and victims, having a comrade one could trust without a blink of an eye of woe or doubt? He wasn’t quite certain of that, if that was a deal he could, maybe, make. Would he like to live forever or have his brother be his brother? His friend, his… What a pitiful thing he was. Still thinking of old Crow despite it all. Treachery should not be tolerated and traitors? Murdered then forgotten. Crow would rather a woman bitch then his own flesh and blood. Would rather fight against then with. Despite all the years, all the hardship, all the experience, all the scenes. Despite all the grotesque of the world and wading through the thick of it… Crow would rather a wife then someone he could rely on. Who had been with him in Hell. Little brother or Wifey? … Since when was the answer something so different. Was it wrong to be bitter? Was it wrong to resent? Was it really? … Didn’t matter if it was right or wrong things would still be the same. Right and wrong - so irrelevant. Ha… always had been. Morals were nice but… where did they fit in the world, truly? Not in his vocabulary, nor in his scope of the great yonder. Right and wrong was there just so one could be hypocritical and press judgment. Right and wrong was there just so there could be sinners and saints. Right and wrong was there just to divide and make ‘difference’ where there was none. All… in his humble opinion of course, not this his opinion mattered or was… even worth the energy it took to think up but… What is one but the sum of their opinions, thoughts, beliefs? Were those things what the soul was made of? Or… Or do I really care enough to bother with this? The answer to that was a clear and full-hearted no as he went about, went about, went about. His muscular body, so chiseled, so fit, so handsome… just so moving. His lazy swagger still as confident as always. Borderline arrogant but he wore such a look so well. He wasn’t regal, he was scruffy and a bit more… roguish but again, that was… no doubt… his look. He was young and strong and charming. So suave, yet so rough. And such things proved to be something that someone, somewhere loved. The night far before proved that. He remembered it now, with a tinge of warmth and a thick moment of desire. Laying in the long grass with the young thing, her thick purrs in his ears as friendliness of strangers went into the friendliness of romantics and then a little more, then a little more, and then morning and so much less. She was very unhappy when he left with the night. Matter of fact he could nearly say she was anger. Vicious, ready to jump out and retaliate. But what could she be angry over? A cunning, sly devil taking? Ah… but if she hadn’t so… ‘welcomed‘… the theft…

… There was no doubt in his mind. He had children that looked like him. He had plenty of children, offspring, spawn. Ha, no doubt there but none of them were… really ‘his’ if that made sense? He was the sperm donor and little more… They might have his looks (if they were lucky ;]) but…

He felt the body press against him. Running the length of his lean sides, her shoulders and hips kneading. He found himself purring without meaning it, pressing back in an affectionate manner as a smirk filed in. Looking over his shoulder as the cat turned to plop down. Silent language speaking she wasn’t so enthused on going further… with eyes spilling out a presumptuous ‘come hither’. Something he regarded remotely for a moment, the purse of his black lips evident of his moment of thought as he tilted his head. Eyes taking in the sights to see… before returning to her eyes and then… simply… Simply shrugging his shoulders and returning to walking. Leaving his new acquaintance behind without second thought he heard the surprise in the air that she had about her. Seductive as she was, comely form and desirable personality and all… she couldn’t rightfully ‘get’ his indifference. Curiosity something she donned as she picked herself up and slinked after. A slightly hurt expression one she wore as she made up time. Gently nipping at the furred tip of his tale as he wandered on, unhindered. Pressing against him again, running her body against, her fragrance enticing and entrancing. Sudden desires ones he was both aware of, on good terms with, and… ones he weren’t quite entirely a slave to. As much as she wanted him to be. He could tell, you could say he was well rehearsed in these matters, that she wanted to be undeniable… and no doubt with that she wanted control and to be calling the shots. A more dominant role in this on-the-back-burner folly. Poor dear… She was a young courtesan, and he? Eh… something a little less then ‘green’ in these matters. Enough so that he was allowed to become bored of them. Knocking boots, dare he say it, could get old. When the conquest was easy… so very easy… eh… But… it was true, ya know? Just say a few things, spill a few ‘I love yous’, a few ‘I think your beautifuls’ and… BAM spread them wide hunnie! Just sort of sad… and tiresome… and after a while of the same ‘this, this, this, done’ it sort of got… repetitive… boring… dull… “Where we going big boy?” Sultry tone, husky voice… The normal for him now, gals trying too hard to be ‘the sex’ while just being so… “I’m going to talk to my fran.” He said blankly, doing a right and fine job of ignoring the dame as she danced and twirled. Soon catching a carpet ride on his nerves and pounding away on them. He was becoming annoyed, quickly, mood swings not helping much about it. He liked it better when she was silent, needless to say. And when he didn’t have to make quick lies that incorporated a lion not that far away… Well, not that it overly bothered him, the lying part, buh… Ohmy… A thought coming abruptly ad suddenly. Maybe this kitten would be of use to him, mhmm? Ah, this bloke over here could, you know, take the girl and he could skattle and… “Your friend?” She came into his face, cutting of his next step he raised a brow, “What I said, love.” He mused for a moment, eyeing her with that look. A mixture of ‘what the hell do you think your doing’ and ‘who the hell do you think you are’ and ‘that neck looks mighty snap-able’. Not that she read that look overly well as he sidestepped and rumbled on. Coming closer to the fiend who lounged so he picked up his pace (haha, did it look like he was running from her? … He was. It was just she was keeping up. …)

He moved faster. She moved faster. He started to lope. She started to lope. He started to run. She started to run. Upping the anty and having it met he was soon speeding towards the critter in no time. Moving over the dead, barren soil he was surprisingly fast… But then again the puzzy cat habited to move when he had the incentive and currently? He had plenty of fuel to get the fire going. Moving fast towards a stranger never was a clever thing to do but he preferred to think ‘stupid’ was a little low for him. Maybe… ‘reckless’, nah, used that one too often, so perhaps… What was he doing now? Well he was leaping, now. Going through the night air with such silence and with such feline predatory ability he surged forward, pounced, and tackled the man (the man that wasn’t quite a man as he would come to find out) his front set hitting the beastie in the shoulders (no doubt, but one never knows) he aimed to send the other in a roll, all the while, mumbling lowly something about ‘Play along like I know you’ and ‘Hot girl for you, man, just do it’. Before he noticed a very important thing. Well, noticed sorta kinda. NONETHELESS! “Woah, girl thingy alert!” He said quite loudly. Blinking, but not readily hopping off after his ‘obvious’ error. Ha. Ha. Obvious. Ha. Ha. Error.

OUT OF JUICE: Not that great and took FOREVER buttt you have it now? =3 Do NOT feel pressured to pump out a reply anddd In the die thread? Is Truthy's post done? I'll work on that next. o.o Vampy Truthy x Asaki has me quite intimidated. -coughs- I'll get to that maybe next month. e.e

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       But we must congratulate the laddybuck for his efforts! Commend him, yes do, for his valiant ‘try’, and then pity him, coddle him, give him little sweeties, at his rather ‘obvious’ failure. Indeed he did achieve his goal, her muscles were sharp, as always, but her mind was in a fog, and not until the voices and feet grew louder and closer did she realise she would have company. Ah, so typical, so familiar to most, the bleary eyed ``Whazzat?” of early morning awakening from repose that she uttered. Except that it was evening, cool blissful evening, and she had not been sleep, per se. The groans of just-waking had barely left her throat, when a sudden collision put her dazed mind on edge. Though large for a lioness, hefty enough even to be confused for a male in this ill-light, she was caught unawares, and had to make the best of a tight situation. The lady was flattened, and her air went out in a whoosh as she tumbled tail over elbow along the ground with the unwelcome passenger presumably (though she couldn’t be certain) sliding off. Something about a ‘hot’ girl was whispered, but the lioness was more concerned with regaining her breath than whoever this beast was. A few rattling gasps, a snarl of suppressed pain, and she was up again, her powerful forearms shaking a little from the unexpected impact as they allowed her to stand up. Glaring about in a foul temper, Error snorted dirt out of her nostrils, aware of the dirt that covered her face. She shook it free of dust, growling in barely controlled fury. Being prodded, poked, annoyed, tickled, and irritated beyond belief was not something she enjoyed. Being knocked to the ground and thoroughly shagged out again, after some hope at respite, was even worse. How dare him! But things needed to be caught and held in her hand, she could turn this to her advantage. He had mistaken her for a man, she would play along. Didn’t like being cruel, malicious, mean, but she loved retribution.

      A soft cough, and an expression of delicately face-contorting rage turned burningly petulant preceded her words, almost rushing out of her mouth in anger, and accompanied by a forced sort of laugh. ``Hot girl? Ooh, my my, aren’t you a pretty thing! If I were a man I’d really have to accept.” She snapped, offering the retort shortly after the Tumbler’s exclamation. Little trick from her Auntie, the ol’ bait and switch, make ‘em scramble. `Ree did it marginally better, but our lady’s shortcoming was not for lack of wit. Error’s eyes still contained the disgruntled sullenness that Sileree’s would have abandoned, and that Athena’s would never have taken on, but her teeth flashing in a menacing sort of grin that she no doubt intended to be jolly. Her tail lashed the air in poorly concealed vexation, and the wheeze had not entirely left her voice, but her heart-rate slowed, and the taut lines in her face began to ease. Her back, so carefully cleaned and once-glowing, was caked in sandy earth, but she didn’t much mind. It turned most males away when she confessed she was not much one for excessive hygiene. This seemed the sort to like his bimbos, but she was wrong to assume... Maybe he was dangerous enough to have a bit of fun with. Ah, but later! Later was the time to think of such games, the present was now, the present dictated she stand, shake her pelt free of such soil, and watch them. The male was of more interest than the female, and it was to him that she had directed the nasty, would-be clever comment. They all seemed to be terribly confused about genders, but it did not bother her as much as one might think. No... It was the presumption, the nerve, of being involved so that angered her, though her rage threatened to dissipate if things got interesting. If things got interesting, she might just be able to have her share of amusement with this little boy.

      Seemed a little bit of a thick-head, though. Hmm...Too bad, really. Danger had been a little bit of a hot-head, maybe reckless, excessively daring, and always with Trouble but...Never stupid. As for Trouble himself, he was louder, less angry though, needed to have his noise. Sometimes good-natured, sometimes callous, cruel and menacing, but always a good deal of fun. This man, however, seemed to be the sort who said he was having fun, but was really doing something he oughtn't. 'Naught naughty, laddy, very dirty, I get that feeling from you...' Well, if he was as she reckoned him, then they might just get along. But if he kept up with this gender-play, they might just have to settle this 'mano a mano', hmm? His belle seemed a little too keen on him, silly, silly girl. Error didn't play hard to get, she simply was...Hard to get. Hard to hold onto, hard to be loyal to, hard to make her be loyal. She was a faithful girl...But she liked to have her way, and if she felt that her man was seeing someone on the side...Well, she wun't really doing 'arm, then wus she? Nah. Nothing wrong with a little bonking on the side! Especially if Dan-O was seeing somebody elses fanny's. Mh-hmm. Sweet, beautiful retribution. She had, of course, been caught in the act a few times. Never had to suffer any dire consequences, they had decided she was 'too young' to understand what she had done. Talazen had been the nicest about it. He said that she was a wild thing, and it would be wrong to try and tame her. She'd given birth to Risa and Braithe a bit after that--she wasn't very good with keeping track of time, what with one affair and another--and those had been Timmy's kids. He was her favourite, she thought, out of the three. Her first had been a rash decision, she had liked his position. After the first few months, though, it got old, the way he bossed her. The way he pretended he wasn't sleeping with that other one, oh what was her name? Ah, yes, Friday. Friday Foss, Truth's little protégé, and Sileree's little girl.

      Friday had married into the Foss family, she was a Rowle originally, just as Sileree was a Veritas on her mother's side, and then Great-Auntie Calypso had a little slip-up with James Fen when Great-Uncle Adrian was off in the wars, so she was a Fen on her father's side, then a Rowle by marriage, and a widow by nature. But those are later stories! Later, later. Friday married one of the Foss boys, both equally charming young beaus, Error never fancied how 'nicenice' they were, with their stupid little awards, their dressy little collars and frills. Liked her men dirty, down in the earth, ex-military, if you could get 'em. Used, too, she always liked her boys in the half-price bin, with a wedding ring untanned mark on their finger from all the years of wearing it. Made them more manageable, see? Friday was married to one of the Foss boys, but before that, he cousin by marriage, Tahlia, had urged her to make something of herself. She was only about sixteen, but she managed to get Error's first, and such a handsome, prettyboy was he. King or bossman of some place or other, very good with words. He seduced her, and she 'let him carry on a bit', until Error stumbled in with her next, Talazen, laughing, into the same cupboard as her First and Friday. What a damn shame, too, both of them caught in the act. First made it look as if she was the one guilty, and Error let him because...Well she was so bladdered she was half-blind, and it was always the other girls that managed to 'word their way out' of those situations. She had stood up on her little pedestal, giggled in front of the whole Pride and said that it was First who was cheating, and she had just stumbled in on it. Perhaps her jovial tone indicated something was off, because she was kicked out of that little grouping shortly afterwards. Tahlia felt awful, went to sulk and have a cry, though she didn't do much other than push Friday for it. And Friday-dear just sat, wondering what had gone wrong, and walked home slowly. Then Sileree had berated her for 'base disloyalty' and 'despicably low, common behaviour', and Error had left.

      Didn’t matter where, but they said they’d kill her if she stayed in those parts any longer. Hmm…Seemed her Second, Talazen, still liked her, in a way, and she was perfectly willing to accept him, after she knew he was all right on the inside. Things went smoothly after that, or so she told herself, as she recounted her histories unexpectedly. Talazen had let her go after Timmy and her…Well, Tal was out with some other lady, and Error never sat to watch on the sidelines. Risa and Braithe, and then…Gone. Both of them, gone. Risa, Tim got her, and Braithe, Truth managed to cart him off. Would’ve been better off dead, but he wouldn’t hear of it, took it upon himself to raise the boy. Now he was no where to be seen, but at least it had worked for a little. Error preferred the night, when things were clear, issues were more ‘points of interest’ than problems, and the calm, cool caresses of moonlight shone down. It wasn’t that dark yet, only pale evening, twilight, but it would soon come, and the sun would soon be completely asleep. Catching forty winks beneath the earth before he would need to rise again. A tireless, endless cycle that Error found rather annoying in it’s complexity. Her short, burning fuse was slowly blowing out, but the lioness had an inkling that this WhathisnameMaleType would re-ignite it before long. ‘Men…Never leave a poor girl alone.’ With her face covered in dirt, and her coat not much better off, she tried not to feel exceptionally foolish. She had made a right ass of herself, all right, and there was no mistaking that. But perhaps, in time, she would learn to forgive this Thing for making her appear to badly. Okay, forgiven, he had a couple more chances to prove himself. Though she very much doubted he would make good use of them.

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