Round and Round the Merri Go Round. (Kitty)

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Clip-Clop, Clip-Clop the odd mix compound of creatures that made Kasna made her way to the Merri go round. She watched the deserted machine, it was almost spooky in the dimming light. Humans found such... enjoyment from such a strange device.

Kasna tilted her head to the side in a curious jesture. Tonight, her curiosity would get the better of her. Slowly the elegent figure made her way ontop the ride one hoove after the other.

She made her way slowly around the ride, watching the eerie horses galloping to no where. Still she continued, pondering how to turn this contraction on.

The strange creature made her way to a lever. "I wonder if this'll work." Her cold cloven hoof tilted it slightly. It didn't work. The odd Amuni snorted frustrated.

[Kitty Love]

There was another presence in the park. It was restful and musing, but sinking slowly into a sea of despair created by his own mind. Why did he have to be a patchwork? Why did he have to be one of those unnatural, blasphemous beasts? These thoughts plagued him on a daily basis affecting his wills and desires, curbing them really. He was a monstrosity, a mutt, a joke to the natural order of things and he deserved to be alone, no one would ever be able to accept him, so why should he seek rejection?

Self deprecating musings were interrupted by the voice of another. He silently cursed himself for being to wrapped up in his own mind to hear her and peered over the edge of the carousel, since he'd been resting atop it all this time. She had the basic gist of the machine's mechanics, but she lacked a certain thing that was crucial to it's operation, force. He decided he would go ahead and be a gentleman this eve even though his presence hadn't been detected yet, he was, underneath it all, a decent guy.

He carefully judged the distance and raised himself up carefully onto his legs before leaping off the carousel, unfurling his wings just enough to slow his fall, he didn't want to break the toy you see. He then landed on the lever with his cloven foot, knocking it just that extra little bit it needed to go and landing gracefully near by.

The faux horses lurched forward with a creak as the entire thing came alive, playing silly music as it's permanent residents glided up and down in there perpetually set paths. He eyed the mechanism with what appeared to be a happy little tint to his features, a flash of something besides it's usual monotone appearance.

However, this was merely a flash of emotion that was gone as quickly as it had come as he realized he had company this eve. and thus his attention was turned to her without one uttered word. He only spoke if spoken to.

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A single large cloven hoof was quite unexpected to the Heaven/Love cross. In fright she jumped back with wide eyes and a small gasp. For a few seconds she examined him to see if he was friend or foe.... well he wasn't an Euclides and that was good enough for her.

It had been so long since she'd seen another, her half love type demanded company however she was unable to subsist it.

With a sigh of relief she decided to speak to the one who had helped her. Despite her infatuation with the strange machine she must feed her lust for companionship. "Hello sir." She dipped her head. "I am Kasnaseib. You may address me by Kasna."

She once again examined him. He was an odd mix, but she liked Amuni like that. She felt proud of her patchwork heritage.

The young Missionary took a few steps towards her company. Cloven hoofs creating an echoing sound on the metal. "Might I inquire what one such as yourself may be doing tonight?"

[Kitty Love]

He was quite the religious Amuni, which made him feel the way he did, made him hold the resentments to himself that he did. He even occasionally blamed his parents, but then he stopped himself from doing that, they had loved him even though he was the freak that he was. He'd grown up now, gotten used to his legs and his wings, learned how to balance with his antlers, he wasn't awkward and clumsy anymore, but he still felt the same. He just couldn't embrace the fact that he were born a patchwork and he sought out the company of others for that reason. Patchworks were an abomination and only deserved the company of other such creatures. He never let any of them know that though, that wasn't kind at all.

Even his types clashed, Hell and Virtue. The Hell side of him was producing so much negativity while the Virtue side kept him going, kept him searching for something better. And already his mind was screaming at him that this canine would not show him anything better then he already knew. It was a terribly negative thought, but none had lifted his misery yet, why would she be any different?

Large auditories twitched a bit as she spoke, collecting her words within them and processing them before answering her. His tone was melancholy and almost monotone, but also quite deep, whilst his words were kept short and to the point. Apahara'Rathujae or Hara and I come here every evening.

He didn't entirely answer her question because he really didn't think she'd want to know about his musings on life, they were rather negative and more so something an Euclides, dreadful beasts really, would think. He wasn't proud to admit that either.

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The female still observed him. He was interesting, to say the least. However she didn't think him a freak. You are created a way for a reason, or thats how she thought. She didn't stare at him long, pausing to look at the warm glow the merri-go-round produced from its many flashing lights. It stood out like a sore thumb against the dark night.

"Thank you, Hara, you are a true gentlemen." she said over the music. It was starting to ring in her ear, and be quite annoying. She had no use for the machine now, it only attracted her because she was bored that evening. However now she had the entertainment of another Amuni, and a patchwork like herself as an added bonus.

Slowly she moved to sit and watched him with fascinated auditories. She wanted to know more about this tormented soul, she had an urge to help him. "So do you work for a Church?" she said akwardly, for the sake of conversation. Somehow she would have to lure him out of his shell.

[Kitty Love]

The question was one that generally hit a rough patch in his mind, and it did tonight as well. did he work for a church? No, he had no allegiances with any popes, no promises of servitude, he was a free agent. did he want to be? No, but he had yet to come across just the right fit for him. He had friends from churches that he helped from time to time, but he'd made no commitments. "No, but I have connections in many of the churches in this area, I usually know what's going on when and where."

His most trusted friend, a Patchwork Missionary whom originated from the same church, was his closest ally and she'd stuck herself right in the middle of the most well known of the churches around. Good for her, to much lime light for him.

However, being lost in one's thoughts were not the best way to carry on a conversation, so he shoved a bit of his reserve away to ask a simple question of her. "And you?"