On a Dark And Stormy Night-Cymmie

[Aztec]

The steady drone of rain plummeting to the earth filled the brute’s ears, brown orbs watching the water fall from the safety of the cave. The storm had come without warning, forcing the male to seek shelter or be soaked to the bone. Not like he wasn’t already, his thick coat hanging from his muscular frame, weighed down by water that drip, drip, dripped unto the stone floor. He had only been out in the storm for a few seconds, yet it looked as if he had leaped head first into a lake. A loud clap of thunder exploded into the cave causing the male to whine in displeasure, his ears pined to his skull. He’d love violent storms like this if it weren’t for that reached noise! The booming sound would assault his ears leaving his head aching long after the weather passed, today was no different the cave not helping to dampen the sound as the boom echoed farther into its recesses. Upon entering his temporary shelter the brute had instantly picked up the scents of other dogs, dogs that were infected by the disease known as rabies. He too had been infected at birth and everyday he slipped deeper and deeper into madness, his suffering prolonged by his mother’s blood. The blood of a favored was immune to the illness, but he was only a half-blood and so his mother’s genes could not properly fight the disease as it spread throughout his body. At times he swore he could feel the insanity spreading through his blood like a wildfire through a pine forest, the idea was terrifying yet beautiful as the flames steadily grew higher reaching out to consume him.

Blinking away the thoughts the male shook his head, if he continued to think about his insanity the voice would return. His other side would show itself, talk to him, tempt and antagonize him. Closing his eyes the brute lowered himself into a laying position, his mind and body exhausted from the many days of traveling with little sleep. Eyelids heavy the brute tried to stay awake, it was not safe to fall asleep here. He was in another dog’s land within its very den and he had the audacity to sleep! But he did not have much choice in the matter, he was stuck until the storm ended and he was tired. But he still resisted the blackness that he welcomed so many times before. The offering of a dreamless sleep un-plagued by nightmares was like unto the healing touch of Christ to a leper. But he still fought. Of course when one fights a battle against their own body they are fighting a losing battle, and as his eye lids finally closed and the male slipped into unconsciousness the scent of another faintly drifted to his nose before everything, finally, went black.

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[Cymopoleia]

[bg=9f9f9f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Cymopoleia slipped through the rain like a shadow. She moved with grace and ease even though she her fur was plastered against her skin and she was shivering. Her body may have been cold, but her mind didn't register it. Even the sound of thunder and sight of lightning did not startle her as it was nothing new for this dog. She was used to that this time of year. Her head hung low as she made her way through the rain, but her tail was held high. She was walking to the Caverns. She wanted to sleep, she could do nothing else of importance during this storm so she would catch up on the sleep she had been missing as of late. She paused and lifted her head slightly from it's hunched position as she scented the air. All she could smell was the damp earth and rain, except... there was an undercurrent of dog. It wouldn't be strange, because the dog smelled infected, to smell a dog near the Caverns in this storm. But this dog, though it smelled infected, it did not carry the same scent as a Hated. The Hated all carried a mixed scent that smelled heavily of Cymmie, who was the alpha. But this dog smelled of just himself. She narrowed her eyes as she stepped closer to the caverns. As a fork of lightning lit up the sky, she saw a from laying down in the front of the cave. Cymmie's hackles rose, an angry growl, rumbled up from her chest and she rose her head up into the alpha status, showing off her chain. She moved forward until she was a few feet in front of the sleeping dog and she spoke with an vicious tone to her voice as she said,"What are you doing here, trespasser?!" Cymopoleia would kill without a second thought. She killed only when she needed to though, when she was hungry or when she was forced to act as alpha. Sometimes she wished she could just flee from all the crap she had to put up with as alpha. But if she wasn't alpha she didn't know where she would belong in the pack. She was after all, only put up with because she led the pack and because she was an asset. She was strogn and fast, but dangerous all the same. Another growl rumbled from her as she waited for the dog to wake up and respond to her. Words: 415 Muse: GREAT Song: N/A Thinking Speaking

[Aztec]

No nightmares hadn't penetrated the blackness that surrounded his subconscious like a dark cloak, and for once the male had felt peace. Oh how short peace lasts before being shattered by the cold stone of violence, as a growl drew the male from his sleep. The brute did not leap to his feet as a voice rang out, its tone vicious and unwelcoming to the trespasser it owner had found. Slowly the male opened his eyes not really caring if this dog wished to rip out his throat, he was to tired to care about anything right now. Brown gaze fixing up a pare of paws before following them up to the face of the owner the male surveyed this new comer with an emotionless stare. It was natural for a dog to size another up before addressing them, which was what the Sheppard did before deciding on a proper response. This dog was a fea, that was relevant by her voice, though deeper then the usually female’s voice it was indeed a fea who had addressed him. Her body showed that she was a dominant figure perhaps the alpha of this land. With a begrudging sigh the male heaved himself to his paws to face the husky, when standing at full height the male towered over the small fea. Perhaps if he were someone else he may have felt over confidence facing such a small alpha when one was so large. But he regarded this female with as much respect as a dog twice his size- though he did fine job showing it as his jaws parted into a large yawn.

His stance was neither threatening nor submissive, just neutral. He knew he was in the wrong for trespassing and so he did not try to appease this female by begging for forgiveness. “ I believe it is obvious, but since you asked I will tell you.” His voice was calm, level, hinting to nothing, ” I was traveling through your land trying to reach the other side when the rain forced me to seek shelter. I had no intention of staying in your land any longer then I had to though that does not mean I will not deny I have trespassed. “ pausing the brute eyed the female carefully trying to judge her reaction to his words, but it was difficult to tell her expression in this light, so he went on, “You appear to be the kind of alpha that does not let things slide so do what you wish to me, I have no desire to start a fight but I will not promise not to protect myself or flee if you try to kill me, my lady.”

With that out of the way the male fell silent, having talked more then he had in a month. All the while his demeanor had not changed, he was to tired to deal with all this right now and so he had spat everything out at the beginning in hope that it would make it end faster. Yeah, he might be killed, so what? He had nowhere to go, no one who’d miss him. He was simply a wanderer who drifted from one place to another as he tried to avoid contact with others. See how great it was working out for him, not only had he come into contact with another dog, but the leader of the Hated. Unlike normal dogs she’d have powers just as him and so he stood a chance at loosing the fight if she decided to attack him. But it was to late to take back his words, sometimes saying things from the top of your head wasn’t actually a good idea.

Would a fight be so bad? A voice deep within him asked, the taste of blood, the rush of adrenaline, the sound and feel of ripping flesh. Does it not just make you shiver with pleasure?! A cold shiver had run down the male’s spine, but not from the thought of fighting this fea. The presence of the voice always disturbed the male as his lips curled back in discussed, turning his head away from the husky as if to address someone behind him the brute shouted inside his own head. Shut up! You have nothing to say that I want to hear!
Oh now that isn’t very nice! The voice replied, its voice as smooth and cold as ice, After all I am you, and to hate me is to hate yourself. Come on, let loose have some fun you know the madness will win in the end.
I want nothing of it you hear me! Now leave me be!
A muted growl escaped his lips, what the fea thought of him now he did not know or care as he continued to growl at the shadows behind him. When the voice did not reply the brute relaxed once more a whole new wave of tiredness washing over him, why did the voice always have to show up at times like this. He had now shown the fea just how crazy he really was, if she wasn’t going to kill him before she certainly would now. Of course weren’t all the hated mad? Shaking his head the male returned his gaze to the fea, she had an easy opportunity to attack him before. Distracted by the voice in his head he had left himself open, oh why did this have to happen when his mind was in such a fog? If he wasn’t so tired he might have laughed at his own situation, but he remained silent waiting for the alpha to reply.

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[Cymopoleia]

[bg=9f9f9f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Cymmie was put off by how calmly the dog responded to her growl. He moved very slowly, climbing to his feet with movements that suggested exhaustion. He was tired, she could see that easily, and the way he talked made her wary. He was too calm for an infected. It made her unsure of how to respond. But something about his calming demeanor made her relax, her hackles had raised slightly when he had stood but now they lay smooth against her skin. She narrowed her amber eyes as she looked him over. He was larger than her, by a lot, and strength rippled underneath his pelt even though he was holding himself with that tired air. She admired his beauty, because he was a beautiful dog. Strength had always called to Cymopoleia, but she didn't flirt with the outsider, instead she made up her mind what she would do with him. Then his gaze moved to the back of the cave and he growled. Her ears perked and she listened, trying to catch the sound he had heard. But she heard nothing. She saw no movement either. So why had he growled? Perhaps he was infected, just when she had started to think her nose had been lying to her. When he looked back at her, she stepped into the cave, just close enough that there were three inches between their noses. Then she moved around him, her wet side almost brushing his flank. She sat farther back in the cave than he was standing, watching him as the lightning forked down and outlined him against the rain. She inhaled and caught no scent of anything but him and the rain, once again she wondered what he had been growling at. "I suppose if you have no intention of hunting here then you can stay here for the night. You aren't a Favored and smell infected. You are welcome here," she didn't say he was welcome to stay in the pack. That's what she thought though. But dogs had to ask for the chance to be in the pack. She figured though he would be a good addition to the pack. Somewhat level headed and yet crazy enough he wouldn't stand out. Strong enough to stand up to anyone and yet smart enough to know when to back off. "What's your name? I'm Cymopoleia, or Cymmie which ever you prefer," she said with a shrug. She wasn't about to let a nameless dog stay in her cave. Words: 418 Muse: Awesome Song: I Like It- Enrique Iglesias OOC: Sorry it's not that long T^T Thinking Speaking

[Aztec]

The brute remained still, silently waiting for the fea’s verdict. He had noticed the female’s heckles lye smooth as she relaxed, perhaps he would be spared from punishment. Though the infected were unpredictable things, one could never truly know what went through their minds. One had to be careful to tread to lightly for fear of shattering the thin layer of ice that separated a relatively calm dog, from a vicious monster with blood lust in its eyes. Of course he was the same, though he would end the meeting long before he fell so far. He watched as she drew closer, coming so close it would be hard to miss if one choose to lash out. But she made no move to punish him as she moved around him, his eyes never left her elegant figure a small spark of curiosity flickering within their depths before vanishing. She must be looking for what had caused him to snarl, a flash of lighting lit up the cave followed ceremoniously by a clap of thunder. Normally the brute’s ears would have flicked back in distaste, no matter how many times he heard the sound he’d never enjoy it. But in front of this fea he did not show his displeasure for the sound, merely standing there watching her as the sound reverberated throughout the cave.


When the female finally spoke the male’s ears perked attentively listening as she gave her verdict. He did not break out into a wide grin, nor did his tail even flick in joy merely nodding with a small smile barely tugging at his lips. “I ate before entering your land, in hopes of avoiding any temptation I’d have to hunt your prey if I had chosen to traverse it on an empty stomach. The storm merely delayed my travels for a time I shall be gone as soon as the weather clears, thank you, my lady.” He fell silent, he had expected her to offer him a place in the pack. A lot of leaders would upon finding such a dog as him. Not that he thought of himself that way, no, but he knew he was a healthy piece of meat that had managed to survive in this land. And it was natural to want a dog such as him in the pack to use as pawn in their own game, healthy dogs were a great asset to a pack in more ways then one( some darker then others). But she did not only going on to inquire of his name introducing herself as Cymopoleia.

If she did not mention joining he would not bring it up in their conversation, having no intention to join any pack any time soon. Her name intrigued the male, it wasn’t one you’d hear everyday adding to his curiosity. He liked the female well enough, she was beautiful, strong, independent, but he knew that she was also a cunning creature you had to be if you were to survive among the hated as their leader. By now any tension in the males tired limbs had relaxed, their only desire to lay on the ground once more in a deep slumber. But even with his mind in a haze the brute would stay awake if not to entertain himself with a conversation with this fea, then it was to ensure his throat wasn’t ripped out by dropping his guard again. He had been lucky that he had caught the leader in one of her milder moods, he had no desire to fight her.

Realizing he was drifting off in thought the brute once again nodded, this time more respectful. “It is a pleasure to meet you Cymopoleia, my name is Aztec.” He replied, “I am indeed an infected dog, and I thank you for allowing me to shelter here for a time. As much as I enjoy a good storm, being out in it would be anything but.” Getting wet for the brute meant remaining so for well after the original soaking, his thick coat retaining water disappointingly well. Thoughts of his own miserable predicaments always amused the male, and he couldn’t help it as a smile crept its way unto his face as he listened to the sound of both Cymopoleia and himself dripping all over the cavern floor.

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[Cymopoleia]

[bg=9f9f9f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Cymmie noticed the slight smile that curved the dog's mouth. It changed his face from exhausted to handsome. Her eyes lit up for a moment, taking in his features, before they slipped once again into that haunted darkness. She watched as the shadows played across his fur, until he talked, and then she payed attention to his words. As he called her a lady she laughed, a higher sound than her normal voice was and it toned like a bell. "I am far from a lady, handsome," she said it with a slight smirk pulling her mouth upward on one side. "Just ask any of my pack. I land closer to crazed male than I land to any petite female." He was so tired, she wondered whether she should let him sleep, but Cymmie was interested in this male. She wanted to learn about him. He seemed like he had a tortured past, and she shouldn't really care. She normally didn't care about the dogs outside the pack but this one was interesting. She should be more angry about the fact that he had just wandered into her territory without asking at the border, but she was calmed by his relaxed air. Aztec... she liked the name a lot. It reminded her of something strong and he definitely fit into that category. Ah, so he was infected, so her nose hadn't been lying to her. She gazed at him for a few moments before she said, "What were you growling at earlier? Please don't tell me there is something lurking in the shadows." She wondered if she would perhaps make him uncomfortable with her line of questioning but she was very curious. She was some what afraid of what he was going to say. Perhaps there really was someone in the shadows. Perhaps he was hiding someone else here. Words: 310 Muse: Ok I keep getting distracted T^T Song: Avril Lavigne- Wish you were here Thinking Speaking

[Aztec]

Aztec had taken the brief moment of light to further studied the femme standing before him, liking more of what he saw. She was indeed a fair creature, speaking of elegance and precision in everything she did, yet holding an air of power, cunning, and self confidence that drew the brute in. It was rare to find such a female as he wandered, so many took one look at him and feared him and when his infected scent reached them they rarely stood around to get to know him. For what fea would be crazy enough to hang around an insane male, one who was already crazy perhaps.? Though he hadn’t been lucky enough to find an infected female that interested him enough to hang around and chat for to long, risking falling into his other self before finally leaving. But this fea had captured his attention, he was curious to know more about her. Perhaps she’d even be able to handle his other self, the few who saw and survived never wanted anything to do with him again. The thought saddened the male at first, but things such as that did not bother him. He could not do anything about his insanity, and so he did not expect something from others that they could not give. Of course that was why he needed to stay away from her, his other half was not so friendly as he and he feared he’d attack her. But he could not bring himself to act cold, he had no desire to chase this fea away or incur her wrath. It had been so long since another dog ha been willing to speak with him for so long, he could not give it up. As the light vanished as quickly as it came the male thought he saw Cymopoleia’s eyes shine, though he could not be certain. When she laughed the brute couldn’t help but smile once more, the sound unlike the thunder was pleasing to his ears. !“And what defines a lady?” he asked, a mysterious glint entering his eyes, if the darkness did not hinder the use of sight the fea might have found him amusing, “Does the way one acts define a lady? Proper grammar, a gentle demeanor, how to appease a crowd. Or simply the act of being yourself show us how a true female is? Showing confidence in what you do, being able to defeat a male yet able to be elegant and graceful as you do so? To have one define a lady would be like looking at the world through a window, you get a pretty scene through that small hole but you miss out on so much looking through such a limited view. A lady is defined by one’s personal opinion, one’s view of them self. That is what makes a lady so enchantingly mysterious. Of course that is my personal opinion, I‘m sure another would give you a different view. You yourself has shared with me a small portion of what you thought when I called you a lady.” My he was being quite talkative today, perhaps it was because he hadn’t spoken to another living soul in so long that he had to relieve all the pent up energy. Though his body was tired the fog around his mind had thinned, it still dampened his senses forcing him to think longer before talking or else risk making a mistake. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t’ say things from the top of his head, he had done that a second ago as he rambled on. The femme was most likely bored by his chatter, his was acting rather disrespectful. Going on like that when she was a leader, of course that never stopped him before. The smile that had appeared earlier had remained on the male’s face, but when she asked him what he was growling at it fell along with his ear. He knew it would come, it always did, but that did not mean he had to like it. Taking a risk the male sat down, his demeanor changing from the a mood to a more somber. Brown orbs turned to gaze out at the darkness just as lighting flashed, lighting up the tiny droplets of water flowing downward. Once again that retched noise pounded against the brute’s ears, but he did not notice as he focused on gathering his thoughts. He was not angry with Cymopoleia for inquiring of his actions, nor was he uncomfortable. He felt nothing really, learning long ago to block most feelings he felt about his other half or risk snapping at everyone who ever had the courage to ask. Upon gathering his thoughts as best he could Aztec spoke, his voice level a calm like when the fea had first entered the cave. “It is the shadows within my mind where something lurks, we are alone. As you know I am infected, yet I do not show any signs of it aside from my scent. That is because the disease has taken longer to spread through my body then most dogs and because of that the insanity it causes has not be able to fully consume me. I only suffer from sudden attacks of insanity, for now.“ He paused, hoping the fea would speak. He hated the silence that always followed after he revealed his secret. But when she remained silent and so he went on, not at all surprised. If she had something to say she’d say it after he had finished. “ I was growling at myself, the voice of madness that speaks to me. I guess you could call it my other half, a split personality. “ he laughed, a hollow sound that held no attractiveness I guess its like a story one would tell to young dogs to scare them just before bed, its rather pathetic really. Slowly going insane, “ he laughed once more, this time more humorous. He had often times found his plight so pathetically funny. A dog forced to slowly go mad, how the gods must find his struggle amusing. Like a film playing out before them for their own enjoyment. But wasn’t that the fate of every being on this planet? Favored and Hated all set here to play out a little show for the gods. A hard smile curved the male‘s lips as he went on. “ I would have preferred the madness overtake me instantly.” Shifting his gaze the male looked back over his shoulder catching the dark shape of the fea in his brown gaze. Perhaps the darkness was a blessing, she could not see the expressions that flitted across his face as he spoke, nor could she see that smile. The one that resembled that of his other half. “So what about you Cymopoleia.” he asked, his voice holding a lighter air. “What is your story? If I did not have my sense of smell I’d place you as an uninfected. You seem sane enough, dangerous and calculating, yet pleasant enough to hold a conversation.” His voice held a more playful edge on the last sentence, as his mood quickly changed. Startling how fast he could change his mood, like the shifting of wind or water. And now he was back to how he had been when she had first met him, tired, calm, silent, and if not a little bit curious. His ears were angled forward ready to catch every sound as he moved to face her once more, he was a captive audience waiting patiently for her to respond. Though he was polite about doing so, never focusing on her so hard that she would feel uncomfortable or threatened. She had every right to deny him an answer, and he would not press the matter simply accepting her decision. Though that did not mean he wouldn’t be disappointed, after all he had shared a secret with her. It amusing, sitting here like a young wide eyed pup huddled together with others as they shared secrets. But back then the most sinister of secrets were that you had stolen from the pack elder, or didn’t do as your mother told. Not like Aztec had ever experienced such pleasantries, being an only child raised by a lone mother meant he did not have any friends. It was only when she had dead that he met others and learned what it was like to have friends and live among a pack. That was until… Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind Aztec blinked, a particularly loud crash of thunder assaulting his ears. This time his ears slammed against his skull in an attempt the dampen the sound, oh how he hated loud noises! __________________________ Tag: Cymmie Word:1459 Muse: Awesome Note: Sorry for the erros, don't have time to correct them. SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=2a3236]

[Cymopoleia]

[bg=9f9f9f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Cymmie didn't think she agreed with him on the ideas about what made a lady. She had always been taught a lady was someone who walked daintily, ate daintily, and spoke only when spoken to. Cymopoleia was so far from that. She carried herself with such a powerful air that everyone in the vicinity would notice her when a lady shouldn't be noticed at all, save for her beauty. She grinned at the irony of what she had been taught and what Aztec was telling her. Then he spoke of his other half, thunder came down and drowned out his words every now and then, but Cymopoleia got the gist of what he was trying to say. She stayed silent, drinking it in. She what it was like to have insanity only in short bursts. She was like that. But her insanity was so strong in those bursts she was still considered infected. So infected in fact that she could be the alpha of the infected themselves. Cannibalism was her trait, her desire for blood and her thirst for the flesh of other dogs was so strong sometimes she couldn't control herself from eating even her own pack. "I guess I am sane most of the time, though my emotions are far less predictable even when I am not being plagued by the Thirst. I have a terrible hunger that plagues me that I call the Thirst. I am a cannibal. I devour dog flesh even sometimes dogs from my own pack. But I usually can't control myself when I get to that state. I think sometimes the only reason I am put up with is because I am the alpha, and I am damn good at leading the pack," she said it with not a hint of humility, but also not a hint of lie in her voice. "I am a lot like you in a way. I can control myself but when the insanity decides it wants to take over I lose that control. The Thirst is always waiting to take over. Always waiting just around the corner," her pride was gone for a moment and her voice became haunted and hollow. Strange considering it didn't fit with her usual personality. She noticed his laughs had been humorless and almost tinny. She felt pain when he laughed with such sadness in his voice. Words: 400 Muse: Pretty Good Song: N/A Thinking Speaking

[Aztec]

Aztec listened quietly as Cymopoleia answered his question, every now and again her voice would be drowned out by thunder but not as much as his had been. He certainly heard the part about her cannibalism the thirst as she called it. He was not surprised by this, it was rumored among the Favored as well as the loners that the leader of the Hated ate her own kind. It was not an uncommon thing among loners, he had seen it before, but the thought of Cymopoleia doing it was harder to picture for him. Perhaps it was because for the most part she had been pleasant with him, in control. But he knew better then to judge someone so quickly, after all wasn’t he the same? He smiled when she commented about her leadership, her spunk amused him. But her voice had changed as she continued becoming hollow and for an instant the brute wanted to sit next to the smaller fea and press his side against her’s in an attempt to offer some comfort. But such an act would most likely result in a few new scars and so he merely hurt just as she did when he had laughed earlier. “I guess we are in the same nest, though I am lucky enough to be able to recognize when I’m headed toward insanity. Though I can never be sure, when I think I’ve figured it out and that perhaps I’d be able to be with others when the madness hits me out of nowhere. Its kind of funny in a sick and twisted sort of way, how the gods must find us entertaining as we fight and struggle even though we know we cannot win in the end.” Wanting to change the subject the brute let out a sigh releasing all the negative energy brought by such talk, “So do you like it? Living in this territory? It seems nice enough, at least what I have seen as I traveled through it until I was held up in this cave. I’ve often wondered how dogs who have been infected manage to live together, the idea gives me hope that maybe one day I to will be able to be apart of a family once more. “ He glumly realized that he had done a horrible job at changing the subject, but at least he tried. He also knew that he had opened a whole new door of unwanted questions, by hinting that he had been a member of a pack at one times would certainly perk the fea’s interest. But that subject was far to painful, talking about his madness was hard but the brute was more forth coming when it came to that subject. The damage had been done, all he could do was hope she didn’t bring up the question. Face showing nothing but a gentle smile even in the pitch black the brute waited, his tired body yearning to lay down. But he knew that if he did he wouldn’t be getting back up, and it would be rude to fall asleep in front of the fea. It could also be deadly if he some how offended her. Every now and again lightning would like up the cave giving him a glimpse of the fea, allowing him to farther study her piecing together an image in his mind. Intern it allowed the female to study him as well, this he was fine with he had nothing to hide the negative emotion he had felt earlier were all but a memory. After about the third flash the brute noticed the scar on Cymopopleia’s left shoulder, it was a brief look but he was sure it was a scar. Although it looked to have come from a deep wound the scar wasn’t nearly as noticeable as his own covering his chest. For a brief moment he was curious about the scar, but he quickly extinguished it. He would not like to tell the origin of his own scars so he would not as about her, some boasted of them others simply went their life not caring, then there were the ones who hated them wanted to hide them from the world. Either way a scar could be touchy subject, something often seen on wild dogs, so normal was it that one rarely noticed. At least he didn’t, perhaps he was strange- but since when was he ever normal? The thought brought another grin to his face, this time sincere, one that softened his tired features as his eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter. He probably looked like a fool, nearly laughing at nothing. But when he was left with silence the poor fellow couldn’t be expected to simply shut down, his mind wandered here and there from subject to subject. At times it would be on topic while others were entirely random, of course it helped him to stay entertained but suddenly bursting out in laughter in a serious situation wouldn’t be the brightest of things to do. There he was again allowing his thoughts to wander off! He had the attention span of a pup, dogs had told him so before and his wariness didn’t help any. Now making more of an effort to pay attention Aztec waited his body stiff as he struggled to give Cymopoleia his full attention. Oh how such a fool he must look indeed! Tag: Cymmie Word 903 Muse: Lacking [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=2a3236]