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He said why not try doing something that made her happy. Do something that she wanted to do. She didn't ask but she felt a desire to. What if she didn't remember what made her happy? What then? What was she suppose to do? He annoyed her, yet didn't at the same time. But, then again maybe that was what King Truth was trying to do to begin with? If he was, then why? He had nothing to gain by mixing their encounter. Allowing it to dance on the edge of hate and indifference. Then again maybe that was… it. He had entertainment to gain and nothing but time to lose.

At least Death keeps all of his promises. At least he would never let go. At least he would always be there. Death wouldn't let go, that cold embrace would always be. At least Death kept all of his promises. But she felt something in the pit of her stomach. Death was the better suitor but… what if… She felt damned. Both ways. Life betrayed her. Life never was good to her. It gave then took away. It allowed and then forbid. She had her love. She had her life. She loved her life, she loved her love and then she was forced with a propsition she would never dream of. She had to kill him. She had to kill her love, and kill him she did. A-and…

She never said she wanted a hero. Never said she wanted to be saved. Never said that she wanted someone to die for her. She never said. Did he understand that, she wondered. Her life now was one made of spite. She lived because that was what he, obviously, wanted. But how she lived, oh, that was where her loathing came. She would waste her life and when she met death she would smirk with such cruelty. The life he saved was worthless. She would prove it. He had no right to say otherwise. His death was in vain and the pain she put him through with having to… having to…

The birds danced in the skies and even if she was caged to the earth she couldn’t help a smile. One that softly weaved onto her features as she recalled words. Poetic and ever vivid… She smiled at that as well. Allowing her eyes of hauntingly light yellow to drift from the skies where the birds played to her paws. Examining them… their rough texture before she gave them a thoughtful lick. Her ears gently slicking to her skull as she lounged on the edge. Looking out across the vast land she inhaled the faint scent of the ocean. It… It felt good today. With the warmth of the sun and the breeze that rushed over the savannah to strike at the plateau…

Tense form loosened when she arrived. Despite the fact a clever mind was always working and she knew full well that her constant leaving of the Pride would never be seen as good. Even if she knew for a fact that with her continuous habit to escape the confines of the swamp without permission... would soon lead to her rogue status soon enough. Even if she knew that she didn't bother to let it destroy the serenity of the day. The mildly good mood she was in. Then again she rarely did allow anything about a Pride she was currently in bother her. Far as she was concerned she would be there when she needed to be and never a second before, especially if the land was, pretty much, swampland.

She allowed her shoulders to roll. Her tail flicking to and from, her eyes captured by something in this distance. She wasn’t alive, simply pretending to be and her position and how she looked. Oh it testified. Her curved were desirable, her body well kept. She was strong despite the fact that she was on her own… despite the fact she knew it was not wise to wander of on her own. But, then again she figured she had little to lose… Few came here anyway, which made it a place all the more beloved in her yellow eyes.

Her black lips pursed, her eyes returning from the far away place as the birds in the heavens landed. Finally dismissing her, they fluttered. Hopping around they dared themselves closer but the graceful being, said to be beautiful but blemished by her personality, reacted by doing nothing. She liked the birds, despite the fact that they were ever loud. She liked the birds and she liked this place, for she smelled the ocean and could view it’s faint blue edge on the horizon. How she desired to see the ocean. If only for once… to be overwhelmed by how loud it was and the sheer size. She was told eternity was were the ocean was… how she desired to see it false or true.

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ooc; Is this private? Or can i post when your finished? :]

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^{ooc; post coming dear Validy :]}

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A scream felt appropriate at the time. Not a blood-curdling scream of terror or panic but a steady roar, a bellow perhaps, of rage and suppressed emotion. Truth didn't remember being this angry in his whole life. The unfairness of it all welled up inside him and seemed to explode. Loud, raucous calls from the birds above made him snarl under his breath and the formidable lion that was once so tame was a beast. Hate and misery pounded in his veins and even the sun which at one point he had found so attractive, now seemed too bright and disgustingly cheery. When people, or lions in this case, are in a bad temper they tend to find anyone who is in a good temper disagreeable when they would otherwise have found them quite charming. This bad temper looked as if it might dominate his next couple of weeks. The wet season had begun and all around him new things were happening. Faunus was grown, and gone somewhere, and Narati had left him. Forever. " Probably to be with that damned Kalu. I could never abide by her, anyway. " He thought angrily, but he knew even in his rage that he was kidding himself.

His face softened a little and Truth looked a little older for a moment, but then it was gone. His face was youthful once again, full of passionate anger. For a moment he looked so much like his brother it was laughable. A golden colored Hathor stood there, eyes narrowed and angry and tail lashing, claws kneading the ground and chest heaving. The instance was broken as he paced forward and his rangy, loping grace--so unlike his brother boyish looks and cocky strut--towards his arch-nemesis. He spotted her and, against his better judgment, sat down next to the lioness. Not looking at her, Truth stared at the sun. His frown marred his proud, these days superior and disdainful features. He was getting more and more sour by the day, one day he might even be depressed and that has never happened in his life so far. Yes, he had been sad, and angry and spiteful. But never depressed, never had he entered the bottomless pit that was misery. Oh he wished he could, wished he could hide. Have an excuse to run away, but he didn't. His body was stubbornly optimistic and he despised himself for throwing Narati into the same bucket as 'mistake'.

" I asked her for one thing. One...Single...Bloody...Thing...And she couldn't even find it in her heart to give it to me...I asked her to stay with me. To stay with me and keep me company, to be my sun that lingered even when the lights went out. But she failed me. She left...Me. Left me in the dark, alone, miserable and disgusted with 'life'. " He looked at Asaki out of the corner of his eye and Truth sighed, but not in a bad way. It was almost an amused sigh. "You were right, you know. About life. It does nothing but disappoint you and steal the best things from you. Death is so much more merciful, I realize that now. I suppose I owe you an apology." It pained his pride, his ego, his very essence to admit it to her, for last time Truth had seen the cold lioness he had left her with the mind set of bedding a lemon. Grimacing inwardly, but keeping his exterior smooth and blank. Then, realizing he hadn't said an apology, Truth frowned and said in a slightly huffy tone of voice. "Well, alright then. I'm sorry for having a go at you."

Truth just sat there. He had nothing better to do, and frankly, he liked to have someone to spar with. Narati had been his one, his only. But Truth had been her second. Not even her second; her 'extra', in case Kalu's attempt failed. But it had not failed, and they got landed with a few tumbling cubs that up and left the only lion that loved them as a real parent should. Narati looked at them in contempted love, they were hers but she had had to share them with Kalu and that didn't please anybody. Kalu looked upon them as the result of his 'fun', and Truth looked at them as cubs. Tainted, yes, another lion's, yes, but cubs. They knew not their terrible heritage and he wanted to preserve that innocence. And for all his hard efforts, Faunus had went to sulk in Eiroka. But it was only to be expected, he was a young man now and had to fend for himself. Truth was done playing 'daddio' to a bunch of ungrateful wretches. But he missed them...Oh how he missed them all! Narati's smiles, Jenna's little laugh, Silke's blind gaze, Faunus' superior and slightly arrogant features that so resembled his father's, and little Rhian with her moodswings...They had been his, in a way.

What is a father other than a progenitor? Other than a passer on of genes? He is a role model, a source of support and a protector. Truth had ruled his Pride nobly when they were growing, he had urged them to make their first kill and shown them how and he had kept them safe from attacks. He had been more for them than Kalu and Narati put together. But...Was giving the cubs life more important than teaching them how to live it? Truth wanted desperately to ask Asaki what she thought, because the king felt that if he could just manage to keep her from insulting him too much he could have a very pleasant, very logical debate. Asaki seemed like someone you could have a talk with. Not a chat, or a silly little exchange of

"How de-do?" or "Hail!"
And then a
"Very well thank you, I'm pleased to say. And yourself?"
or "Hail? What do you mean by it, man?! It's the middle of July, by-our-lady!"

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But a real Talmudic debate [and you can take that to the bank ] with big words and complicated theorems. Despite this, the king said nothing, out of fear of getting her cross and because he himself was much too cross to utter a word.

|ooc| : Sorry, this isn't one of my better posts...
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His scent gave him away, you know. How it played on the wind and danced. How it became stronger and stronger as he traveled… so obvious, so obvious indeed even the foolish could tell when someone was coming by this way. She remembered when it was her turn to take care of the babes of the pride. Remembered how she and him stayed home. How the little things played and fought and how, in the same method, she noted a rogue was heading their way. He went off to see the rogue, to talk to him away from the children… while she gave them a quick lesson on using their nose… how to take out from that scent what each piece meant so they could understand who it was. She told them about the huskiness a masculine scent had… how thick the scent of blood was and how one could tell the scent of weakness and disease. A quick lesson it was… but a vital one. A… vital one. The senses are there for a reason, when one does not work use others. When one cannot see the threat, try to hear it… if one cannot hear it, smell it. And with that in mind one would wonder why she wasn’t leaving. She knew he would be in this general area soon. And he really wasn’t that beloved a person so why not leave, now, save herself the hassle? What a foolish question. She was stubborn… he had no right to make her move.

… Even if it was occurring to her that perhaps she should. She didn‘t feel like him and his shit today. She was enjoying the birds, the smell of the ocean, the brightness of the day… she didn‘t want it ruined so soon. Pleasure, she was feeling it and so help her if he came such a long way to start things up. Normally she would meet it head on. She was stubborn and backing down when she didn’t need to? Oh, please. If he was looking for another argument he’d more the readily get it. But, as spoken the day was not one to be ruined. And… he was definitely a bad omen. Perhaps if she moved she could find a greater spot, a spot away from him and his moving carcass? She heaved a sigh, one of annoyance and slight repose. He was close now, eyes ever keen could see his lumbering silhouette. She couldn’t move now… well… she could but that might instill him with the thought she was fearful. Lady wasn’t feeling the desire to even give him the possibility to think he could get her to quiver. Fear was power… and he had none in her eyes. The facts were the same, or so she saw. And, though her view was limited of late… with the fact she faltered in paying attention to the matters of all prides… far as she was concerned if he could no protect the one he loved… he was weak and utterly useless. Expendable, if he could not even do his duty.

He sat near… with ever collected gaze, one that checked each and everything that was expressed by herself, watching him with slight narrowing. What did he want, it seemed she inquired the air and nature. That and the fact he wasn’t exactly welcome spilled out. Ill omen, he was, and even if she wasn‘t superstitious she‘d use that lie to cover. Still, however ill and bad, it seemed he hadn’t lost too much intellect since their last encounter. He sat near, but not too near. Not exactly out of striking reach, which she would have preferred, but, alas… He wasn’t close and that would suffice for now. And his silence was brilliant, however long it lasted. But in those moments it was, she allowed her gaze to wander, allowed herself to pretend he was there just because he had nothing better to do then to just… sit down with one of the more unfriendly women of Africa. Sadly his silence didn’t stay for long. Broken it was, by an apology. A ‘sorry’. As if she needed it, as far as she was concerned she was right. He didn’t have to concede for it to be. But, nonetheless, the fact he did apologize made her eyes return to him. Steady, they were, untrusting. Don’t mock me. She didn’t need him to jab fun. But, nonetheless it seemed he was… sincere if only halfly so. Perhaps that sincerity deserved an answer? Mhmm… perhaps. “Do you really think I want to hear that?” She inquired, her tone was cold, precise… exact. Well pronounced like always her attention returned to the setting once again.

It was odd that he would say what he did, however. Quite odd indeed. Was he ill? Or simply was this the new tune he wanted to dance to? But like before when he riled her feathers… he had nothing but amusement to gain and time to lose. Why was he acting ‘kinder’ all the sudden? He was up to something, undoubtedly. His intentions… she wondered hat they were and at the same time didn’t care. Did it truly concern her? Of course it occurred to her now that she was filling in the position as an antisocial creature. Something that many contended she always was. Now, personally she didn’t enjoy being called antisocial. She wasn’t… really. She just had a lacking tolerance for the stupidity that most had and the constant yapping and screaming and nonsense. If she bothered to speak she figured it might as well be intelligently and when someone else couldn’t keep up or manage an ‘intelligent’ reply back she just… forgot the point of even bothering. She didn’t mind company… But it had to have a purpose. A reason. And that reason had to be a good one… if that made any sense at all… Which it most likely didn’t. Her polices were odd… and hard to explain. But have faith that they made sense, in some way or another… in some way when one sees them played out.

Depression, endless misery… sounded so much fun, didn’t it? But if only the others knew… that the words were only the tip of the iceberg… That what they thought was so horrible about it - oh they didn’t even know. They didn’t know, nor could they ever unless they have felt it before. And once one feels it? So hard to remember a day when you didn’t. Heaving a breath did our damsel, the stink was surrounding him. He could tell, more or less, that he wanted to talk about something. Or so it seemed. After all if all he wanted to say was sorry he would have said it an left by now. Of course she wouldn’t bother to comment how idiotic it was to travel such a way to say something like that but, alas, this was His Majesty, Truth, and what a peculiar fellow he was. Being dubbed after a virtue, one she didn’t particularly have, well… “I‘m not a very nice person…” She commented after a long break between her first words. “People don’t come to find not very nice people for many reasons.” Hint, hint, what the hell is it you want? That was pretty much what she was saying. Though, naturally she left out the fact she had little desire within her, little notion, to aid someone else. She was heartless, unless you forgot that part. Making others feel all nice and cozy inside again, just so she could remember that was something she lacked? Find someone else to give you pity and love and an ear to listen to your woe. But! Perhaps his company wouldn't be too bad. Maybe.

Out of Juice: x3 Most amusing, oh yes indeedy. Ands meh liked your postie. Though... -is dieing to know what happened- xO

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|ooc| : Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! I wonder what will happen...

He could almost smell it, he could definitely sense it and he thought he saw the slight change in her manner. Cheeky...This one was. He could have some fun with her now. She certainly had a character, and that, in Truth's opinion, was more important that being nice. The air rattled, or was that just his mind? Yes, it must be, because suddenly, Truth felt bare as a rattling leaf in a high wind. Bare of excuse, bare of pretense and naked of his usual temper. " Ahh...Now see what you've done, lambkin. You've made me feel better already. I really should punish you for that. Yes...I think I will. " Her words came, and he knew she would say that.

I know you didn't need to hear it. That's as good as an 'I forgive you' from a lioness such as yourself, actually. I wanted to say sorry because it would make me feel better. Deliciously selfish of me, don't you think?

His tones were low, barely audible and not at all disruptive. They blended in with everything around him, and even the loud birds seemed to quiet a little. He had changed all right. Now Truth had nothing to lose, he had stopped believing in anything but what he felt he should. Sure, he did that before, but he also stopped to hear what Narati had to say, what others opinions were. Now, he respected your opinion all right, but he proffered his own. Not in a bad way, he just refused to cave into anybody else's will. The king's resolve, which had atrophied slightly during his haphazard relationship was now firm and strong. It was a new feeling, always having been accepting to the point of weakness, to have his own mind. It was a good feeling and it took at least two years off of his once lined face. He radiated power and silent, humble nobility. Looking like a knight with no emblem on his shield or helm, more powerful and mysterious than those fools who gave away their identity and more moral than those who walked around with the crest of a man he has killed. Her words interrupted his blissful, quiet mood like a ringing bell and he felt the annoyance behind them, " Rest easy, lass. I'm not come to attack. " He thought amusedly. How different they were. Truth, patient, easy-going, relaxed, kind. Asaki, irritable, snappy, severe, cold. And yet, he still came back to talk, which was the difference between a decent person and a good person.

Oh, I wouldn't say you're all that bad. You're just...Unhappy, bitter and starved of good company. S'all. Truth said delicately, benignly and as if she was a beloved sister whom he had always liked, instead of a sour old wart who he sometimes felt like ripping apart.

If she was expecting him to come right out and say why he was here, then she was more ignorant that he thought. And Truth considered her to be, quite sadly, very ignorant. She was quite-witted and sharp-tongued but she knew very little about what mattered. If she had ever had a mate, which he thought was likely, then she was just miserable because the one she had loved was gone. Did she have cubs? Somewhere? He didn't think so somehow. Before, Asaki must have been a little more trusting but people don't just up and change after a death, no matter how gruesome. Suspicion must have been part of her character before as well, but she must have found a male that had tamed that part of her. Or not known her well enough to understand. But it was not his place to speculate over her life. It was not his duty to tell her how to live it. And yet, curiously, Truth didn't move. He remained exactly where he was, not poised or stiff but relaxed and comfortable. The whole place seemed to melt a little, the ice that Asaki always brought seemed to retreat before his graceful might. Whatever you might say, Truth was the sun and ice never lasts long in front of it. It will become water, and then put out the sun, but only if it melts. And even then, it might not last. It could possibly turn into vapor and then dissipate, return to water and begin again. The sun was constant, the sun never wavered.

Truth never wavers Asaki, whether you choose to see it or not is your choice. But just because you turn a blind eye, that does not mean I'm not here.

The words were not barbed as they had been before. They were wistful and he wasn't quite sure why he said it. Regret did not come, neither did triumph. Those are two feelings that Truth might never feel again. He had stopped playing this sycophantic game, he had stopped feeling again. It had been nice to feel emotion, but he had learned the lesson that it only brought pain. But did it? Well, all the evidence indicated that it did, so why was his mind arguing. " Yeah, but others have been able to find constant happiness. Why not you? Shut up, I don't remember asking you. That's right, you didn't. So? Why is it that others find constant happiness? Well, I suppose I'm just unlucky. You flaming idiot! Is that what you have to say to everything?! "It's not my fault! Blame somebody else!" " Truth closed down the section of his mind responsible for daring to destroy his pensiveness. But the answer still nibbled at him...Was he too, cursed as Asaki seemed to be? Unable to find happiness for his whole life? Maybe...But he hoped that wasn't true. From what he had heard and experienced, his life would be ever so boring if he was steeped in misery.

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Aww… his life wouldn’t be boring if it was miserable. It’s simply suck to an extreme and every day he awoke would be a horrid event. But, nonetheless with eyes open and mind working, he’d go about thinking the perfect way to spend his miserable life, and each time that thought arose so would the thought of suicide. Then he’d remember that he was too weak for that, then he’d make an excuse of ‘oh, well, I didn’t want to anyway. Pissing off others is too much damn fun’ and then he’d go about his miserable, unlucky little life and bug the hell out of other miserable, unhappy folk such as her. His life wouldn’t be boring. Simply uneventful and without purpose. But, after a few years, or, since he was such a annoying little bastard, after a few months he’d most likely, after a few sums of being ever sad and mopey and miserable and gloomy… he’d buck up and take the dose of knowing he hadn’t a thing to do, to live for and he would simply wait, wait, wait until death almighty finally decided the waiting game was done for. So, you see, he wouldn’t be bored. He’s be miserable.

She heard him, thus she replied, “Selfish? You? Oh my, finally a sin emerges.” She faked her surprise and delight, the actor putting on quite the charming face of ‘Oh my!’ as she unsheathed sarcasm and ended it with a glare. She didn’t need to hear that either. But, since she did she might as well roll her eyes to it and ignore it for the most part. While, amongst the depths of her mind comment how he was ever cliché. His conscious still nagged at him? Oh, wasn’t that the thing. Mhmm… probably what was bothering him, making him come and chat and prolong everything. It was, really, started to annoy her. What did he need? A proper invitation? He was annoying her. Playing ring around the rosies. Prefer it if he simply… said whatever it was he had come to say. Or figure out that she wasn’t the one he should ’talk’ to. Either way, either way. Gnawing at her it was. Something was underneath the surface, she could not pinpoint what. Hated not knowing, hated also making someone such as him know she was curious and interested in this ’unknown topic’. Thus, she hid it. She was bored to death and annoyed. That part was shown while curiosity was buried.

Different, oh… yes indeed their differences ran hard and deep. And usually differences led to conflict and conflict was something she had grown accustom to. Arguments, war, blood. Oh yes, wasn’t it common now. Losing one’s conscious, that… clear definition between good in bad. After all there was so much silk to this web… so many exceptions it was hard to keep track. But, that was something she was good at. Keeping track, keeping things recorded. Her memory for detail was exceptional. It was almost comical that they had yet to argue, and by this we mean… argue. Perhaps the fact it was way past due, was annoying her also? Undoubtedly the fact he kept popping up like a corpse hard to burry was agitating her as well. His name, also. And then there was just him general. He… seemed to have everything fine and dandy, under control. Cheerful, fine, dandy. Annoying as hell. Then there was his Queen. That… that happening… didn’t set well with her. And the fact he let it happen, did nothing to correct it - that didn’t sit well either. Your acting like you have it all figured out. But you don’t. If I have to make lies up to prove it, and make the real, believe I will.

“I bet.” He was confusing himself. The beast, and the word. Two different things, love, best not forget it or your sanity will slip. … If he was even sane to begin with. After all one would figure after their first little bout he’d get the hint a sane person would. The ‘I should leave her alone, yes?’. Parentally he didn’t get the memo and… well at current she was too damn curious for her own good. Too curious to see what the little ‘flaw’ was in his perfect, happy little life. Too curious, and a bit smug, that he had wandered all this way. Of course suspicious person she was. She knew this could very well be an elaborate trap by him, simply to prove that she wasn’t so… so… Nevermind it. This could be a ‘trap’, and she had her own sinful pride to mind. And thus she went onward gingerly. Carefully. Observantly. Ever observantly.

Well… he was close. A dead mate, and no children. But, don’t be so quick to assume she was ever suspicious before her darling lover. Though, admittedly she was… ever being left to fend for herself after mother ran off with her new mate [the children were a ‘no can do’, you see] and after bumping into numerous a rogue creature. Some who acted friendly, and then, oh, nightfall was a different story. But! Besides that… meh. Then she hit the jackpot, was one of his, his, father’s pride and then… well… His death… wasn’t a simple one. Not a simple matter at all. Quite… hard to digest and harder yet to really… Eh! Nah matter, past is the past and the present is the present and she didn’t do letting her secrets be dropped. Of course if he came to a pretty good conclusion on his own… Didn't matter. Geinus didn't need to know, and genius pretty much would never know. Which, somehow made her feel ever better. Perhaps because the fact he didn’t know helped in her defense of ‘you can’t judge’? And not having to listen to his askew philosophy of life and all else, of what she should be doing and his ‘judgment’ on her, oh… well… somehow to having to listen to that longwinded speech made her feel as light a s bird. Almost. Not quite.

“Guessing from the fact your… obviously evading spitting whatever it is that you truly want to say, out, that I’m going to have to suffer your pointless yapping for a bit longer?” She commented after a pause, with much better conviction then the last. But, then again sweet and simple, to the point… If he was going to make idle chatter for a while she might as well tune out, and then tune back in every ten minutes or so to see if he got to the good part! But! If he was going to spit it out anytime soon she supposed she could listen a bit longer, with lacking interesting, until he finally came to the point of his long and windy use of vocals. You know, seeing as how he did make such idle chatter so simply… Do you like the sound of your voice, dear? She pondered, shifting a touch as she became more comfortable. Seemed she would be here a while, eh? Maybe, maybe not. Depended on if whatever he had to say would disappoint her expectations because, heaven forbid, if they exceeded.

Out of Juice: Mhmm... -doesn't have a good clue yet- o.o

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ASAKi THE COLD

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Is It Better To Feel And Be Drenched In Pain?

<sub>" Very cute, Asaki. Very cute, indeed. Alright then. As you seem to really want to know what I want then I will tell you. It's not very interesting, and you won't be interested in the slightest but I want to know and who better to ask then the grand hag herself? " Summoning all his thoughts together, Truth mulled over what he had to say and then, yes don't be too surprised, he spat it out.

I've come here to ask you why you are as unhappy as you appear to be today. If you'd like me to put it plainer, I will.

Now he didn't bother trying to keep his voice from disruptive, it was blunt, frank and a little harsh against the air. It was very...Truthful. And it bothered him slightly, bothered him that he hadn't used it before. Even now he felt her presence effecting him, making him more impatient. But he supposed that the more sharp her was with her, the better the answer would be. Truth wanted to know what had made Asaki so bitter, what made her so harsh. He knew there was something better under that cold crust but he couldn't work out how to break through. Now he had taken it upon himself to help her. He wanted to make her feel better about herself, because he thought that if he helped others, maybe he would be able to feel again. Truth be told, he had gone numb. Well, sort of. If he was entirely numb then he wouldn't even bother talking anymore. But he was deadened and that had it's advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was that now he wouldn't feel anything that was bad, and therefore be able to deal with Asaki and her issues better, the disadvantage being that he wouldn't feel the triumph once he finally achieved something. If he finally achieved something. The air ripped at his face, and he could almost imagine it stripping him of anything that was once a part of him. He had nothing left, apart from his leadership, and Asaki.

She was, in a very strange way, his only link to the past. To feeling, because as you will remember, his last visit had resulted in a mixture of feelings and he liked that. Yes he had gone mad, but that's beside the point. I bet you've gone mad sometime in your life as well, yes? Maybe not...But we are straying off the point. Narati would probably not have approved, but then again, he had not known her when Rational Thought had been his ally. Now, the delightful RT, or Artie as Truth had dubbed it, never left him alone. He didn't make rash decisions, he always thought them through. Love, that foolish temptress that had lured so many to deaths as foolish as herself, had finally forsaken him and he reveled in his newfound freedom. It was Misery, yes, but like Death she seemed to keep her promises as Asaki had once said. Life was better, but it could be wrenched from your grasp. He personally liked something that was dependable. Like a rock. Now, it was boring and inedible but it would always be there for you. And if you were lucky, when you cracked it open, it would reveal a beautiful gem within. Did I say lucky? I meant unlucky. Because once you found that little bit of sweetness you would simply revert back to caring and caring was what brought pain. You could say that Truth was like Siddhartha, minus the stage where he became respectable because I doubt that Truth will ever turn pompous and disdainful to the type he once was.

Like the young prince, Truth had been royalty. He had stepped down from his father's thrown to seek a different life. Granted he had ascended again, to a leader's position but it was not as great as his father's had been. Truth wondered if he would have been better off in his old life, but shook the thought off. Siddhartha and Truth had both sought the life away from the dust of the world. But was that really wise? Lao-Tse [ooc: In my opinion the wisest man ever to live] had said, or shown, in the Vinegar Tasters that he enjoyed life and unlike Siddhartha, believed in becoming one with the life of the dust. Truth was not there yet, he had yet to separate himself from feeling, then he could become wiser. Both Truth and the Buddha had been devoid of emotion for the longest of period, although the former had not gone so far as to starve himself in some mountainous region. Would he ever learn? Well, I suppose he'll have to, but for now, he is happy with the stability his friends bring. His friends in Misery, Death and Rational Thought.

Truth himself wondered darkly if he would ever rise up again, but he was torn. It was a little frustrating--Hark! Is that a feeling that emerges?--to speak to the frigid lioness. He never seemed to get anywhere with her, like an animal that repetitively smashed into a wall. But maybe...Maybe his attempts did get somewhere. He saw the cloud that passed over he face when she thought no one was looking. He knew she must be thinking of that ever so strange encounter of Monday last? Or was it just him? Eager for any form of reaction. Whichever it was, it gave it blank mind pleasure. Like a cat playing with a bird, poking it, prodding it and laughing as it squealed. Was he really as bad as she when it came to this? Where they both just like little cubs, annoying each other to get any form of recognition, attention? Well, he supposed she probably viewed him like this, but she was constant. Asaki obviously didn't want him around, she didn't give a damn about him. But still he stuck around. He would go soon. But he would have his damned by-our-lady question answered or so help him! It was after all, a valid question. Why was she so bitter when everything around her seemed joyful and sweet?</sub>

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“You only prove to show your self stupider then ever, don’t you?” She had mulled it over in but a few seconds, but such didn’t take much time to figure. Did he think he was the first to ask? Admittedly she hadn’t figured he would have that question, like the rest. After all Truth was Truth, wasn’t he? And since when did he give a damn about foolish little her? Being a leash to his ‘history’ and ‘feelings’? Oh didn’t that make her shiver with delight. Of course one would have thought His Majesty would have picked a more brilliantly shiny leash to his feelings then her. After all, though she was beautiful, and… charming to look at her insides, her soul, oh, thankfully no one could see them… Easily, anyway. I mean really he was smart, right? He already knew the truth of the matter, after all he ‘was’ Truth, right? He knew, like she knew, that there was a reason no one had tore her apart or banged her against walls yet. She knew there was a reason why she just wasn’t someone’s horror, after all with such a personality she could very well be a ‘lovely’ one for that rough stuff. Take their anger out, you know. But! Her saving grace… her looks. After all wouldn’t we hate to mar that pretty face with those pretty yellow eyes? Wouldn’t we? And she looked so cute when she’s angry! After all she knew what everyone knew. If someone decided something, and if that ‘something’ was what they would do to her, she wouldn’t be able to resist. She was a woman. All she could do was run in terror with the bastards at her tail. And with such sinful pride… it was a very ‘lovely’ habit she partook of.

None the less… She… really hadn’t figured he’d have asked that question. Him of all people. Surely he knew her policy? Don’t ask when you don’t want to know? Mhmm… maybe he did, and maybe he did want to know. Oh, didn’t that make her warm and fuzzy inside. Oh, oh, oh. But, as spoken he wasn’t the first to ask. And… she didn’t get as clammy overnight, as he had noted. It became easier and easier as the years wore long to become colder and more icy. Easier to deny entrance to the gates of her chaotic soul and easier yet to divert questions. Easy as cake. Or pie, whichever you prefer, my dears. And, seeing as Asaki was the kind hag she was, she’d serve it with tea and honey, too, to make it extra sweet. Extra sweet just like her! Give or take a thousand pounds of salt and lemon juice. Salt to make you drink more, lemon to make you wince and pucker. Perfect combo, truly. But! All the same were you surprised she answered so quickly? [well, she didn’t answer completely yet, but, really she did give him fast response time. Right? Almost like car insurance. Maybe that should be her knew ad. “ASAKI! FASTER THEN CAR INSURANCE!” Of course, people may get the wrong idea. ‘Fast’ has come to mean different things.] If you were, don’t be. You may look a touch stupid, like Truth, if you did. “I’m just a ball of sunshine, honey, can’t you tell?” She cooed with a purr, her voice becoming surprisingly welcoming and charming. There was little question she could do ‘lovely’ if she put her mind to it. Sadly, she preferred how she acted now, verses being sweet. After all if she wasn’t Truth’s Lemon, who else would step up to take her place? Last she checked she was the sourest thing to suck on around. Less someone was willing to challenge her for her ever miserable and depressing title?

You know, if she was feeling real good. And if she had some sort of ‘like’ or ‘tolerance’ for Truth she might tell him. Tell him refer to telling a lie. Or, maybe the truth. The truth of ‘A long story I don’t want to tell’ or, to keep him strung along, ‘You haven’t the right to ask’. Her history, and others mild curiosity [or, at times frustration] towards it amused her. Partly because they were, actually, interested [which could be reversed. At times she really didn’t feel like the attention of pathetic little things wondering about everything and never understanding anything] and partly because… most likely it would be a story untold. Only those there would know and even then their version would be limited. She liked her secrets, liked it when others didn’t know. Namely because, as said before, if Truth knew, or anyone for that matter, they would think they had the right to judge. To tell her how horrible and putrid she was - how she shouldn’t have done what she had done. Or! They would pity her and baby her and ‘my sympathies’. Hell, she had be suffering from that deep wound for a couple many years now, she didn’t need anymore ‘oh I am so sorry’ and the rest of the crap people said but never meant. Besides! It gave her an excuse to act that way she acted… though admittedly she might had jumped at the chance not to be who she was… after a while you get use to being bitter and cold and nasty and, well, it starts getting fun. Sort of. Now! Whether all that was lies or truths, valid thoughts or not…

“So that’s it? That’s all? Mhmm…” She mused, shifting once again she noticed how informal he was. Ever casual and seemingly comfortable, too. And then she looked down to her paws. Oh yes, our dear was ever rigid and ever formal. Sitting upright and in keen posture she did not slack or slump like most. Taught better then that, you see, better, better, better. Of course we won’t say a word about how uncomfortable it was… nor the fact that she shifted a bit more. Now laying on her back it seemed he had waited it out long enough, and not managed to piss her off greatly, to see the missy finally loosen up some. If only by her ‘way of lounging’. But! If he had to lay like she did all day he’d have aches too… “Disappointing.” She ended her thought and sentence as her eyes closed, the true feline way as her tail gently bobbed in the air. She wondered what he would say next, if anything. After all he had his question replied to. Of course she didn’t say ‘answered’ since it wasn’t but…

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He was going to make this quick, he was going to make this easy for her. Truth decided now that he was not the sort to taunt her, he got enough of that these days. He thought over his answer carefully, he had one blessed, bloody shot at this and this reply was the first step. If he was human, he would have made his fingers into steeples and looked at her through them. But he is not, so her simply turned to face her. His posture was relaxed and as regal as always. He held himself gracefully, but not poker stiff like Asaki did. Nothing could rev him up anymore, he was not particularly attached to anything now.

Sunshine...My dear Lemon. Precious pound of salt, you haven't answered my question yet. Have you know?

Truth smiled at her, and his smile was just as loving as it always was. It was kind and reflective, patient and tolerant. He would not leave until his beautiful little Lemon has unpuckered her lips and told him. There was a sparl behind those dead eyes, there was life behind the miserable fascade of a death wishing lioness. And so help him, he would exploit that spark and make it into a fire. If it was the death of him...Then he might have made a difference in the world, he didn't care. He was here in humble servitude to whatever ruled everything in the universe and serve he would, even if it meant killing himself to help Asaki the Ungrateful. She was a salty woman, she was sour and bitter at the same time. But Truth never could abide by sweets, always more of an adventurous man. If only she understood that he wouldn't laugh, wouldn't pity and wouldn't scorn her for telling him. But of course she would never understand. She was 'Asaki the Cold', we're all really scared now! Pffft...

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“Mhmm, what question, honey?” She lifted her head, chin moving in a definite way. He was barking up the wrong tree, how long till he figured that out? Surely he would keep asking and asking and asking, surely. He will lose interest after a while. They always did. And, though he could contend otherwise he was… just like the rest. But, then again when you think about it… everyone is ‘just like the rest’, in someone’s opinion. Same with her. She is ‘Just like’ every other Ice Queen. May-be. She use to be like every other Ice Queen but lately there really doesn’t seem to be any other queens about. There is only misunderstood children frolicking around, no one truly cold to the touch. Everyone was all… nice and friendly. Sickeningly so. But! She supposed that was good for someone. Less and less murderers, less and less abused little creatures. Sometimes it was hard to choose which she hated more. Happy people or ‘abused’ ones. Yet, a thought occurred to her somewhere along the road of these thoughts. Was she a widow or not? Mhmm… well…

Well, seeing as she couldn’t decide and didn’t know, if she could take the title or not, if she would. After all Widow… mhmm… Asaki the Widow. Reminded her of those tales about the unmarried women, who birthed not a child [oh didn’t that sound wretchedly familiar.] going into the pride lands at night a snatching up little kiddies. Murdering them and then ripping of their skins and hanging them to dry, like leopards. In trees right outside the mother’s home. That was what a widow reminded her of, an old witch up to nothing good. Someone you keep your eye on because, oh, they are definitely up to something - there is no doubt. Now, that may suit her to some degree but… let it be known she wasn’t plotting anything yet nor was she in league with the other demonic little pets who snatched children from their sleep and tore them open for sheer fun and lack of anything better. Her bitterness was a personal affair, one that had yet to grow to be anything truly malicious and threatening to others. Yet, anyway.

Oh, he wouldn’t would he? Wouldn’t exploit her little secrets just to feel nice and cozy inside? To know that everyone knew her for what she was? Oh, now, she was a madam of the masquerade… she guarded herself and her secrets well. A different mask for every occasion, though they all reflected someone who kept her cool and knew lady like behavior. Though perhaps having such a spiked tongue or a vicious, if not cold approach was not in the book of womanly, comely behavior… mhmm, well, she wasn’t born to please anyhow. Though he could rant and rave however much that he could resist the temptations of preaching to her or adding in his thoughts and comments and the rest. Oh, one could never be so sure. Truth, ever wise? Resisting temptation to remind someone how wrong, wrong, wrong they were? Mhmm. “Has it occurred to you some things are best unknown?” She inquired after a moment of pause and inward search. She had a question of her own to keep things interesting and see how much this creature loved what he ‘stood’ for. Yet… mhmm… she was getting a bit repetitive. Bringing up his wife, wasn’t she? Yes she was. “Or has it ever occurred to you The Truth isn’t what people… really desire to know?”

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She was sweet really, once you cracked through. But he wasn't through yet. If it killed him, Truth would make her show herself. Like a guy in the ladies room, peeking under the stalls. Yesiree, he would persist until that characteristic shriek came. Then he would bow, say pip pip or tata or whatever form of adieu you prefer and walk out. He would have his say, god damn him he would. But her words came sooner than he had anticipated and because he was not in a particularly musing mood he answered them with less than his usual fuss. She was toying with him, and he was scornful towards her because of the blatantness of her words. Apparently she didn't think enough of him to use her wit. Or she knew he could see through it anyway and so didn't bother to use it. It was good for a laugh, but really quite useless to have a sharp tongue. How did it help her? Really, all it did was keep people away. But he wouldn't say that to her because surely she would reply with her usual predictableness and say " Good. That's what I want. I never wanted people to pay attention to me. " Or something ridiculous like that. Something ridiculous enough to show Truth that the reason she was so unhappy was because she was more a man that he had ever seen a lioness become. She didn't do 'pretty'. " You're skew male, Asaki... " [Like in Kate and Leopold xDDDD]

Why the one I came to ask you, darling!

He smiled adoringly at her, playing along with her game. His stance was the same as always but he shook his mane to rid himself of an insect. Truth wasn't really sure what he was going to do if she did something unexpected, and thought that if she did something surprising he would have to follow in suit. What else could he do? Pondering mildly on the idea, he licked his dried out nose and yawned. Half to annoy her, half because his ass had gone cold sitting there and his face had nearly gone numb; he shifted his legs so his left one was taking most of the weight as he sat, he let his feelingless right one rest. It was the curse of his name. Really, he sometimes wished for another one. If your parents called you Truth, you soon became disgusted with everything that wasn't related to it. Some people let it go to their head, others go annoyingly superior and some, like Truth, just dealt with it in the only way they could. Ignore anything that wasn't and pursue what they believed in, The Truth. Her other lyrics floated through the air to him and he thought about his response before giving the Ice Cube an answer. " has it ever occurred to you The Truth isn’t what people… really desire to know? " Of course he had, he was not after all as stupid as she obviously thought him. He had thought on it many a time, not that she should care.

I'm not really fussed about what people want to know, actually. I believe in the truth, which is probably why I don't have the luxuries many choose to lavish in. Lies, in short.

A smile accompanied his statement. " Friends, lovers, lies...They are all the same, Asaki. " After thinking of several smart replies to her first question, Truth decided not to answer it. It joined up with the second question nicely and so he didn't think he should spare Asaki even a glance for it. After all, she liked her answer bare naked, why should he bother dressing them? Truth was not an idiot, in fact he was a very shrewd man. It didn't annoy him that Asaki was pretending he was not intelligent, that just goes to show you how little she knew of it. He was not about to tell her his past, it was not very interesting. He had had a good father, Wisdom, and a nurturing mother, Calypso, just the same as many other lions. Wisdom had been a white lion, as mighty as any other than stood before him. [Yuh, Wisdom, Legend and whathisname from Sieg' and Roys...Yepyepyep!] And Calypso had been the daughter of King Kalim of Ethiopia. People quaked, they shivered and hid their first borns at the sound of Kalim's name. He was a fearsome lion. Dark as the night because of some strange reccessive gene [that's what you say when your kid looks nothing like you and you don't want to tell you husband about that one night at the pub when you and Mr. Mysterious were very drunk], and moody as anything. His daughter couldn't have been more disimilar. She was sweet, understanding and although sorrow tinged her gaze at times she was very kind. Wisdom was, as said before, a white lion and that was a great disadvantage to him. But he was the one who taught Truth all he knew. About pressure points, about concealment and about how to not only survive, but thrive in the wide world. Sometimes Truth wondered if he had really even listened to his father. His advice seemed to be washing itself out of the lions head more and more.

Truth knew that no matter what happened to him, he had to be strong. He had a Pride, he had to keep a stiff-upper lip. He had had his moment of weakness as Narati had gone off, and he had regained it as he saw her carcass. In short, once his son had left, Truth had started seeing the sense in his father's words. He missed his old man, he was always good for a talk. It was difficult to find people to talk to these days, they all seemed dreadfully dull or if they were interesting, they were either as bitter as Asaki or stupid. The world was not the place it had been, but he didn't really mind. He had never thought for a moment that it would be the same as when he was growing up. Partly because not he was more exposed then as a child, and partly because it would be dull if things stayed the same. But Truth knew, because of what he had been taught, what he had learned on his own and from what he saw others doing that if he was not strong then the others in his Pride would sense it and they would leave. His Pride was the most important thing right now, and if that left him he would do everything he could to get it back. He knew that Asaki was part of the Akina, but he was surprised that a sovereign little beast like her would seek protection or friendship in a Pride. It surprised him even more to see that she never spent any time in the Pride territories. She prefered to spend time on neutral ground. Why then had she not chosen to be a rogue? Why not indeed...There were many things about Truth that remained veiled, but as he knew them all he found Asaki much more intriguing that himself. It was natural, he supposed.

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It annoyed her how convinced he was. How stubborn and how… repetitive. It annoyed her he didn’t just… drop the act and get the hint. Everyone else did. Yes, perhaps her famous lines, ‘everyone else’, but she didn’t care. She liked ‘everyone else’ and how predictably dull they were. She enjoyed that because she dealt with that enough to knock them out in the first round. See? Was he happy now? She didn’t hate everyone. She loved them, adored them. Why couldn’t he just take the lies and play with them? Geez, why couldn’t he be… be realistic about things? Drop the act! You don’t give a shit! Take the damn lies! Go away! Mourn your poor, poor, pathetic wife! Act… normal, or something, hell… “Why believe in it? If it is not relevant, it is irrelevant, if it‘s irrelevant, it is mighty useless. The truth is useless, if no one wants it. If everyone chooses the lies, they will play by the lies… and if you do not play by what the majority play you are the odd ball out, and in such cases when one is the odd ball out because of the truth, one is often at a disadvantage.” She pondered if she made any sense to him. For some reason she had become annoyed. He didn’t understand, if he did he would have picked up hints and clues and he would have shown himself out. So she took a moment of pause, her mind thinking as she provided a better… showing of what she was trying to say, “To the hippo, what does the cactus in the desert matter? To the hippo the cactus means nothing. Because it is irrelevant to the hippo - it doesn‘t matter. But, to the hippo, what does the river matter? The world… the people within it have become hippos, and the truth the cactus, the lies the river. They grow accustom to lies, they use lies, the deal in them. Lies have replaced the truth. So why be the hippo who starves itself while heading into the desert for the cactus?” He was going off principle - off virtue. It sickened her. She was stupid? He was stupid! He’d have honor, then to live. He rather have pride, then to live. He rather tell the truth, then live. She was so sure of that and it just… gnawed at her. The truth was so outdated. Who needed the truth when you could lie or fabricate your own? Which was what everyone did. What most, if not all… did. And then another, his genius, oh if he was a genius he’d understand there was nothing at the end of the rainbow, that not all people can be ‘good inside’. If he was smart, he would go off and use his own wit on something more productive. Or did he enjoy irritating the hell out of her? Swear she never encountered anyone so aggravating and annoying - and who could do such in so few words. Another reason why it pissed her off. He was doing nothing to irritate her - but, all the same, he was.

He was that little boy going about the stalls? Yes she had heard some shrieks before but - oh, sonny boy, he’d get a face full of stiletto before he got a shriek, or maybe he would get a shriek. A shriek of delight while stabbing him to death, eh? But, really, you know that wasn’t the irritating bit, the annoying pitch he sung to. It was the fact he was doing this without a good reason. He had to have some sort of intention had to. But she couldn’t see it, find it, or understand it. Doing this would get him nothing. Nothing. Swear if he found someone else to pester would he go off and leave her alone? She wasn’t that damn interesting! Surely there was someone else? Surely? If it killed him, oh my, that could be arranged. Sharp tongue, yes perhaps it was getting useless. After all it used to be good in keeping fools and their antics away and yet, lookie here he was still here and oh heavens! So bloody aggravating! She hadn’t patience, tolerance or a vaccine for this. But she was stubborn and that piece of her glued her to he spot and provided him with the narrowing of her eyes once more. Vicious gaze ever snappish. More of a man then most of the girls he seen? Wouldn’t be too hard. The men are hardly deserving of their ’Y’ chromosome and the women, oh aren’t they sweet, docile little doves? But, still, oh how mean of him. Really now he was saying she was burly thing? Unrefined and barbaric, a man? Oh my… that hit to the bone. Oh well, not everyone could be a peach. Easily bruised and of delicate taste… easily swallowed and of warm color. Mhmm…

“Mommie never loved me. Daddie didn’t play nice. One day they were too friendly to a stranger and the stranger was real nice to me. I helped him kill mommie and daddie and then I ran away when the stranger tried to do naughty things. I never came back. I came across a convoy of rogues, joined them… and then was passed around like cheap booze. Anything else?” She lied so simply, but she lied convincingly. She was tired of him, he annoyed her greatly and most conversations did not last this long. Usually they met a dead end and however hard she try to find that deadening sentence, it wasn’t coming. So why not give him something to ponder, to maul over and take ‘to heart’? A putrid smirk slipped onto her features, inwardly, however. Some reason she didn’t believe he’d buy it. Or maybe he would? She hoped he would. Maybe then he’d leave her alone? She was… use, per say, to people wondering. Yes, that badgered her some but then they gave up. On to easier game. She didn’t like it when people persisted, when they tried to stick their nose where it didn’t belong and tried to get in her business. Why was he trying to find the ’happy little girl’ inside? Why was he so certain there was one? He was playing her like a risk and she didn’t really like it. She wasn’t here to amuse him, to be someone a bet could ride on. She didn’t like the concept she was just that, either, and… well… Had it occurred to him that maybe she was… ‘better’ this way? That ‘this way’ was ‘self inflicted’? Had it occurred to him that perhaps… this was just the way she wanted things? That things were perfect right now? Her misery? But, then again she supposed he couldn’t understand the world good enough, the people in this world, to really ‘get it’. You’d think by now he would have though, she sure as hell did. He was… to say just like her was wrong. He wasn’t. But his situation had been, in some manner or another. The situation that ‘really mattered’, that ‘really changed things’. Yeah, she had been suspicious of others all her life - she wasn’t naïve enough to believe in the good of people but… mhmm, she wasn’t cold either. Not exactly. She was defensive… but not cold. Conscious, consideration… at one point she had compassion. Not so much any more. Her… thought process was more of - ‘Tough luck, I don’t give a shit, leave me the hell alone, go find someone somewhere else to help you. Good bye, what part of that you don’t get you little twit?’. But… nonetheless…

“Well, oh handsome, wise, almighty Truth! Content at last? Surely from there you can figure out why I am, what is that you said? Mhmm, 'Unhappy'.” Her eyes were closed, they had been closed, and they remained closed for a little longer as she debated the likelihood he would take what she said as true or false. Intelligence and how far he’d dig had sunk into the equation… as well as her performance, which she thought was flawless, but, then again the actor really find faults within herself, yes? Well… she did at times but some things skipped about, and managed past a keen, analytical eye. Her voice had been mumbling and low, quieted and scuffled, eyes were open but wandering else where and returning to her own paws. Words were jumbled but became a bit edgy and fiercer. Aggressive, was the path she had taken in telling… A sign she wasn’t happy with speaking about it, nor the fact that he had gnawed at her enough that she would relinquish her well-kept secret. Afterwards she had heaved a small sigh and had remained quiet for a spell, as if reminiscing those nights spoken of, before she was drawn back from her mind and then she spoke again. Voice once again normal, unfeeling, vicious and ever with an underlining sense of a cold bite that would, with time, rip the flesh off most. Of course there was a chance he didn’t know how aggravating he was, and thought she caved too soon. Or, he really understood she was a liar and liars tend to lie. Or perhaps… he simply didn’t like her fable and he wanted another. Or, maybe, he couldn’t make heads or tales so he would pester a bit longer until she gave way more, and more, and more. She pondered this, she pondered him. Curious, if not slightly interested. Not that he would know, a façade was pulled, and it was attached with quite a good substance. ‘Good. That's what I want. I never wanted people to pay attention to me.’ Mhmm… he knew her well enough. But he forgot the part where, attention wasn’t so bad. It was just whenever she needed it, needed to be lessoned to, for it wasn’t always? Seemed people turned deaf. She was smarter then what he thought, very observant about things… very… resourceful as well and curious. Curious when something deserved her attention, mind you. But, all in all… though company wasn’t… too bad she didn’t deal quite nice with too much. So long being alone, you see. You get use to it, or she did. Get use to being alone with your little demons and listening to yourself and what you think. A reason what she was ever conflicting - when she was alone she got so bored and in the end arguments raged in her head, and she, being ever talented, took both sides simply to see what would happen. Though, she favored the darker, sinister, more real approach she could fight for the other side. All the while inwardly laugh and giggle at the fact she could be so convincing, even when she didn’t believe in it herself.

It came to her now, surprisingly late in the game that she… really didn’t know all that much about him. Where as he had started to peal back layers, or, sharpen his knives to dig in… she had yet to even bother to scratch the skin off. How sad, she was, and how she mumbled a few curses about it. Yet, she opened her eyes, of ever haunting yellow, in slight repose. Skull tilted a touch and black lips pursed, She was thinking and she allowed it to be portrayed as she watched Truth with surprisingly [for it was a more of a… ‘pondering’ look with mild scrutiny then the total scrutiny and ferocious edge] ‘expression’. Now, did she want to peal him back? See what made him tick and what made him think helping someone else would help him, or that the great master of the universe had sent him tumbling down to feast on her troubles? Mhmm… he may be too much work, you know. Our sweetums may get in over her head and then what if she got bored? He could have a very boring core. Simple fuel for a simple mind. Perhaps, but the fact he was pecking away at her… why not return the gesture? If only to cut him off from asking more questions and inquiring about things he had no business to be inquiring about. “If you had three wishes?” She asked, abruptly, tail swatting the air… her posture returning to formal, now, as she shifted a touch. Turning towards him more as birds still fluttered and dove. Dancing about in the heavens, to the tune of their own voices and drummers while the sun went about it’s arch over the sky, the moon it’s pale reflection as it rose in the west, now. Mhmm, We shall rise in the East and set in the West, fallowing the Sun as it makes it’s way across the plentiful land… Destiny. Prophecy. Interesting, but there was more. It was said to be the core words scripted in her family… her pride’s, her tribe’s being. Or so she figured, seeing as most of the Eastern Families believed in such ludicrous tales. But, it was humorous. She had traveled all this way from the East, only so much more to go before she met the Western Edge, the Ocean… Eternity. “What do you like more? Dawn or Dusk?” She asked mildly, taking a dive for a more… placid voice, if only to see what would happen, if anything.

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iF ONLY TO BE ABLE TO SAY
WE TRiED AND iT JUST COULDNT WORK
ASAKi THE COLD

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