Fear and Loathing

[FlyingPanther]

"OH for the Murdon's Sake, Dantkae! Get a hold of yourself!" a small patchwork female cried exasperatedly aloud to a rather distressed canine pup. The other canine accompanying them shook her head and glared at the patchwork female before responding to the male. "You don't have to listen to her. You can stay here if you would like while your sister and I explore." she said with a small kind smile towards the shaking younger multicolored male. But the male shook his head furiously.

"But thats a GRAVEYARD! Do you know what lives in graveyards?" he practically screached, causing both the females ears to flick backwords with the need for preservation of hearing. The patchwork female, who was obviously his sister growled slightly, and interupting him slighlty. "Yeah...DEAD THINGS. You know....the things that dont move cause their DEAD." again the red older female had to reprimand the younger fiestier female. "Be nice, Sera." she growled and as if now by habit, putting on a small kind smile before convercing once again with the brother, "Now Dantkae, I thought we all agreed that there was nothing to be frightened of, and that we were all just going to look around and see if maybe a euclide or something was burried here. You know, just exploring...."

"You mean YOU both agreed. There are ghosts in there! And what if you cough up blood again! You could resurrect something! Then we would surely go to hell!" he said nervously looking this way and that in the gloom of the night, watching out for any possible specters or demons that might be coming after them. "UGGG, you need to stop believing all those god damn stories that dad spoon feeds you." "THOU SHALT NOT USE THE LORDS NAME IN VAIN!" he shouts terrified by his sister's cursing.

"SHUT IT, BOTH OF YOU!" the older female shouts, grabbing the siblings attentions. She calmed down slightly before procedding. "Sera, Dantkae doesn't have to come if he is afraid, and Dantkae are you sure you don't want to come? I promise we won't let anything bad happen to you." the male shook his head furiously, eyes wide as sausers. "Ok, then do you think you can keep watch at the gate? You can warn us of any specters and the like better from there." She says humoring him with a smile, after all, he was just a youngin, he'd come to learn there weren't really such things as ghosts and such. The male noded with a similar smile before frowning slightly. "You guys take care though."

"Don't worry Dantkae. Like your father says, this lord person has a plan for us all." she says before turning to enter the graveyard after the male's sister. He could hear his sister muttering something about him being a suicide, and how it was beyond her why he wouldn't take risks. Then he heard nothing, and he was far more afraid now that he was alone in the dark near a graveyard then he had ever been before. Lord help him.

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Dantkae wasn't the only one that was afraid of the graveyard. Little Iba, slightly older than Dant and his sister, was not far behind them. She also had a companion, -name here-, who kept incouraging the little Paranoid to go deeper.

"But, but, there are shadows!" they little canine cried. The Mustildae, who was part Burial herself, rolled her eyes. "The only thing that will hurt you is me! So come one! she growled and started slinking around. The gravestones was like a maze, or a puzzle to her mind. It was perfect! So many hiding spots. She gave a toothy grin and started up and old tree. It was hard, but she was strong so she made it to a high branch.

"Do you see anything?!" asked Iba, wimpering and looked back and forth many times. YES! Outher babies! she grinned and crawled down. She started to push Ibasine from the back, towards the three bebes.

Iba, just hoping that they would be nice, froze up when they came in sight. Her muscles tensed, and teeth bit her lip. The Mustildae just had a smirk on her face. "Hello there! Are we lost?" she said tauntingly.

belloobaskennels.com/euclide9.htm
(can you do me a favor? can you look on there page and give me the Mustildae's name? I can't see my own website but I know all the urls to which euclides. Also I wouldn't mind if anyone else posted just to let any readers who wanted to jion know.)

[FlyingPanther]

[Silvertip- to be completely honest, I can't look at your website either >.>; I seem to have problems looking at all the links >.>; Anyone else know what to do? : ]

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(I think I have a tread were I mentioned her name before the computer insodent.)

[Amaryllis]

(( Hurr, this looks like fun. XD Mind if I come play, with Lisibita and Vikaejiilyr?

The Mustildae's name is Sikeadi, by the way. The url is euclide9.htm, not euclides9.htm. ^^; ))

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(yeah, fixed it Thanks Ams. If you still can't see it, look in the 1st breeding pick-up for a Burial/Terror Mustildae((top)) and you'll find a Paranoid/Music female above the last litter on the post. Tis getting all the more confusing.)

[Amaryllis]

"Look, Vik," Lisibita whispered, her voice barely audible to anyone other than her companion. "It's a graveyard."

Lisibita and Vikaejiilyr were on a walk. This was not because they were trying to escape from something, nor was it because they needed desperately to get away from the stupid adults. They had simply felt like wandering about - plus, it sounded fun to disobey the orders of the grown-ups for once and go out at night.

"So this is what they're trying to keep us away from?" Vik asked Isi indignantly. "Well, this isn't that scary! What could be hiding in there?"

"Oh, plenty of things," Isi murmured eagerly. Her wide, white eyes gazed out inbetween the tombstones, as though searching for something frightening that would leap out and devour her. "There could be wicked, nasty puppet masters hiding in there, waiting to eat little babies."

"Or," Vik whispered, picking up on the game, "there could be evil Amuni that want to steal our tails and make them into coats!"

"Don't be silly," Isi giggled. "Who would want a coat made out of my raggy old tail?"

This conversation continued for a bit longer, but neither youngster actually began to walk into the graveyard. One might shift a bit in its general direction, but it was obvious that each was waiting for the other to make the first move.

"I'm a little bit scared," Isi had to admit eventually, gazing into the solemn graveyard.

"Me, too," Vik whimpered. "Wanna go home?"

"Ssh!" Isi hissed suddenly. "I hear somebody! Vik, doesn't that sound like your sister? Doesn't it?"

"That's not the only person I hear," Vik agreed, suddenly excited. "Isi, let's go, this could be fun after all!"

The pair took off into the graveyard, scrambling with all their might toward the source of the noise, Isi even ignoring the sharp pain in her limbs at the thought of seeing old friends.

[Vyn]

In the folded arms of a marble angel, a beautiful feline of blue and golds sat watching over the graveyard setting. From afar she might've looked like just another statue; a painted demon being embraced by her guardian angel. That is, until a hysterical screech cut through the air, grating against her keen feline ears. Hollow eyes narrowed as her orange tipped tail began to twitch angrily.

The young canine had caught the attention of the one thing he would not want to catch: a demon.

With movements that seemed more the stuff of dreams than reality she lept down from her perch and began to stalk slowly out of the cemetery. A hole in the gate would allow her access to this without entering through the main gates, allowing her to sneak up on her new prey...or plaything...which ever amused her more. As she reached the hole she became aware of two rather annoying factors, or four rather: two canines, a mustildae, and a mix. All varying in types, all mixes. She didn't bother to take in details, just that the burial mixed mustildae was interrupting her game before it had already begun.

With a sigh she switched directions, new characters to the story meant that she would have to alter her entrance a little. Not a problem though, a little change of tactics was all that was needed. Gliding along the fence now instead of slipping under it, she continued toward the group of bebes...all her age it seemed, but that wouldn't save them from her games tonight. Not at all.

Pausing for a moment, hidden behind a rather large tombstone, the young Subconscious/Emotion mix did what came naturally to her Subconscious heritage: she projected herself into Dantkae's mind. She could access anything she wanted here: his deeply buried thoughts, his dreams...his nightmares; anything she wanted on this subconscious level. The others could do as they will in the waking world, but she wanted this one.

With an inward purr, she projected her image more fully into Dantkae's mind; allowing him to become aware of the ghost wandering the halls of his subconscious. In his mind's eye, she stood before him: the queen of nightmares, hued in dreamy shades of blue and tipped in shades of sunrise but with darkness in her haunting smile and nightmares shining in her eyes.

Hello, there. Afraid of the cemetery?

No one else could see her, nor could they hear her: she was for Dantkae's imagination alone, and she would allow him to chose whether or not this little fantasy became dream or nightmare...or even reality.

_{Kaethulabi: 3}

[Amaryllis]

(( ... and suddenly, my roleplaying seems like a five year old making chicken scratches in the dirt. ; ))

[Vyn]

(FP wanted me to let everyone know that she's not feeling well and that it will be a while before she can reply.)

[FlyingPanther]

[Just so you guys know, It's probably going to take me a while to reply to everyone and such in this rp due to the sheer number of characters in this thing XDDDD, but to make it easier...some might want to go off with Caesarion and Sera and some might like to stay with Dantkae]

In the dark of the night, it seemed that all the naughty little children were out near the graveyard, having slipped past their protective parents unditected. Caesarion looked back behind her to behold the onslaught of euclide younglings coming up to lone Dantkae in the gloom. Sera stopped when she noticed Caesarion wasn't following anymore. "Don't go back! Com'on I wanna look around!" Caesarion gave Sera a hard look, "Can't you think about anyone other then yourself? What if all those kids are ganging up on Dantkae?" she said with slight worry in her voice as she turned her head to look back at the frightened Dantkae. "Dantkae is a big boy, he can take care of himself..." with an annoyed expression Sera stomped forward into the graveyard further, leaving Caesarion alone.

Caesarion had a very similar facial expression painted across her face caused by Sera's utter carelessness. Her head looked this way and that, following the back of Sera, and swirveling around to look at Dantkae and the other younglings. She couldn't leave poor Dantkae alone, after all, there were about 4 babies crowding around him, and as much as she would like to think that Dantkae was making friends, she knew that his Amuni like personality would upset many of the younglings, and possibly prompt them to attack him.

Then again, it was also a really bad idea to leave Sera behind in the graveyard. She was far to fiesty for her own good, and despite the fact that she didnt believe there were ghosts or resurrectible dead people in this graveyard, Dantkae did have a point. There were many other things that could be living in the graveyard, like...other...less favoribly personalitied euclides. She sighed, if either of the two siblings got hurt then Rhaja would be very upset with her, not to mention her own father who had such high respect for her, or at least so she thought. She began to regret agreeing to take Sera out to the graveyard.

"Sera, get over here right now! We have to make sure your brother is going to be ok! You're father will have both our heads!" she shouted into the darkness, to have Sera approach looking even more annoyed then she did when she originally left. "FINE! But once you're done babying him we are going back in this fucking graveyard." she snarled, at which Caesarion could only snarl back, "Watch you're language missy, remember who you are speaking to." Sera snorted with a pleased expression, "Yeah, no one of any importance? Isn't that what that mixed Puppet Master to be said you were?" Caesarion's eyes seemed to glow with rage for a moment. Snarling she lunged for the wide eyed patchwork pinning her and snaping warningly at her face. "I told you to watch what you say, or I'll rip your jaw clean off, YOU HEAR ME?"

Sera nodded her head furiously, knowing full well what she said shouldn't have been mentioned at all. Maybe if she had been as strong as Caesarion or stronger she could have said it without being to foolish, but being of the Marionette rank, she was frail and beautiful, two things that didn't make a good fighter. Caesarion got off, still furious. She could hardly believe that it still angered her, what that good for nothing puppet master to be told her, but a wounded animal is prone to biting things for no reason, and her pride was that wounded animal. "Now dust yourself off, we are going to make sure your brother is ok."

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Meanwhile, Dantkae, who had previously been feeling increadibly alone and vulnerable suddenly found himself surrounded by a myriad of different mixed cubs. The first set that came to him were two younglings, one that looked to be a bit older colored black and white and the other seemed to be his age and looked to be part burial. At least, he thought so since the coloring was very similar to his sister's, although he truely couldnt place the other type. After all, he was rather new to this world, this frightening unforgiving world, and he was far more concerned about his suicide side getting the better of him and sending him to eternal hellfire then being able to tell what type other euclides were.

Despite the fact he was very frightened by their arrival, he greeted them with a small smile, hoping silently that they wouldn't prove to be the type that loved to torchure others. Dantkae was ashamed of himself for not being a little bit braver. His sister always teased him about it, and their mutual friend Caesarion always had to stick up for him. He wondered if his rank of Puppeteer was even rightly placed, he didn't fancy himself strong enough for that position. Caesarion said he would grow into it one day though, and he hoped she was right.

As they approached, Dantkae became more and more sure that they were not going to harm him. The black and white youngling looked as if it was about to crap itself with fright, and the other seemed to be its friend, so it was safe to assume he wouldnt be attacked by them, physcially anyway. At the half burial's rudeness, he shook his head, slightly annoyed, though not showing it. "Those who have faith are never lost."

Soon two others came, both being far more familiar, a young red Mustildae and a torn mix. The Mustildae was the last of the three siblings that included himself and Sera, and the Torn mix was Caesarion's sibling. He greeted them both with a smile and a wag of the tail, happy to see them both. He had a feeling his other sibling would probably want to follow after Sera, they both were far more adventurous then he was ever going to be. He opened his mouth to say something to them, when his face suddenly fell.

It was almost if he had been shot in the back the way his body both became limp and tence in horror.

"Who are you! Get out!" he screamed to absolutely no body, or what would appear to be nobody to the other younglings. His eyes seemed to unfocus as he looked into himself at the blue female. "GET OUT DEMON OF HELL!" he yelled as he smashed his paws against his head violently. Was this some sort of new manisfestation of his Suicide side? Was he really out to kill himself in this way? Beating himself to death? Yet he couldn't stop, he wanted whatever was in his head out, he wanted this demon out. He was going to heaven, and no demon of satan was to change that.

[Vyn]

Thula was, to say the least, quite surprised by Dantkae's reaction. However, she was quick to be sure not even the smallest of sounds left her outwardly and quickly composed the surprised expression upon her figment's features. She had not aimed for the boy to attack himself because of her, but what more could be expected of a suicide mix?

With a flick of her white-tipped tail, Thula issued a short warning hiss. I am Kaethulabi. Her mental voice was proud, but soft as well. Like one who did not want to further distress someone. A subconscious/emotion mix, She was a lady of nightmares, a master at her craft...but she wasn't exactly a Demon of Hell. That was taking things a bit far. and NOT a demon of hell.

Kaethulabi drifted closer, sunrise-tipped paws moving fluidly though they left no trace of her behind in the physical world. Her tufted tail had finally ceased its aggravated twitching, slowly to a docile swing that proved her returned relaxation.

There is no need to be so afraid of me, I am simply not so fond of crowds and so it was easier to speak with you like this, if you don't mind my small invasion of your dreams. Her tone was oddly apologetic, but as her sister had figured a long time ago: Thula was not evil, merely dark. There is a way, however, for you to come to me. The figment smiled now, gently tugging at his subconscious. She wanted him to want to come to her...but she would leave her manipulating weak and subtle; he could ignore it if he wanted. But it would mean great bravery on your part, I'm afraid. For I'm within the cemetery gate now.

Thula was curious about this boy. This fearful Euclide who was torn by his conflicting Types. She had never met a Suicide/Burial before, nor one who so desperately longed for heaven. It was a strange thing, but she wanted to understand him further.

_{Kaethulabi: 4}

[Amaryllis]

(( And here, I am assuming that young euclides know their siblings. >_>; ))

Vik and Isi continued to scramble along through the gravestones, though they couldn't quite see anybody else yet. It appeared as though they had a ways to go - sound traveled quickly through the still night air, and the other bebbes had sounded much closer when the voices had first reached their ears. As it was, the two had been running for quite a while, and Isi's leg was starting to hurt terribly, thanks to the air rushing past the open wounds scattered across it.

"How much farther?" Isi whined, though her answer was simply a shake of Vik's head. The little excommunication wouldn't have admitted it if his life depended on it, but he was sick with terror. There were too many shadows everywhere, too much darkness... he liked it better when it was bright and he could see things moving about. He wouldn't have been surprised if something leapt out and snatched him up in its teeth right about then.

Suddenly, Isi stopped. "Look!" she hissed, pointing with her nose. There, down below, was a small gathering of various bebbes. Some of them were easily recognizable to the younglings as siblings, and some were new faces that the two had never seen in their lives. Vik smiled down at his brother and waved his tail, while Isi sighed with relief. They weren't strangers at all, nor were they dangerous in any way....

This was, of course, about the time that Dantkae began to scream. Vik was rather startled; he had never thought of his brother as an unstable sort. However, one could always be surprised.... Immediately worried, Vik began the brief jog to his side. He had not lived with Dantkae for long, but he might be able to help anyway. "Dantkae, you okay?" Vik asked awkwardly.

Isi, meanwhile, was extremely unnerved by Vik's brother's odd behavior, and instead approached the two that had broken off from the main group. "Hi. How are you?" she asked shyly, smiling a bit. "Are you supposed to be here?" she added, looking uncharacteristically mischevious for a moment. She shifted her weight from one paw to the next, placing her achy leg down on the ground so as not to appear weak or pathetic. She didn't like being underestimated for her handicap - after all, she had just run as far as Vik without falling or anything! Sure, it hadn't been fun, but she had done it all by herself, without any help.

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(Sorry I really didn't feel like replying earlier.)

Sekaebi rolled her eyes. Yep, he was definatley a Burial mix. "ah, but one can be lost in a different way." she looked towards the outher two bickering. She leaped, even with her stubby legs, onto a gravestone and crossed her front legs, puting her delicate head one them. She had a mischevious smile on her face that gleamed at him with delight. He was entertaining.

Iba, was busy being frightened of the upcoming bebe's, the torn mix and the Mustildae. She breathed hard and her paws shook. Then she started huming a beautiful lullaby, her mom had sung it to her when she was a mere pup. It relaxed her, and now she had enough courage to confront them.

But, just when she was about to introduce herself Dantkea started yelling. This made the little canine freeze. She shivered ast the hair on her back rose. Sekaebi, on the outher hand was unaffected. She found pleasure in him freaking out. Her emotionless eyes wandered to see who had caused this.

Iba saw Isi approach the outher two. She was to afraid to stay here and quickly trotted over near Isi's side. "I'm Ibasine." she said arkwardly licking her white maw. Her eyes flashed over to Sekeabi and then to he outhers. "Whats wrong with him?" she asked looking back at Dankea.

Sekaebi:4
Ibasine:?
(is this as crappy as I think it is? I'm not sure.)

[FlyingPanther]

"How do I know you're telling me the truth. You could be just saying that, so I could step out of my body and into your clutches, down to the realm of Satan." he mumbled to himself in a daze to Thula. He ignored the other's inquaries of if he was alright, not because he was being rude, but because he was beginning to get lost in his subconscious, looking over the she-devil in his mind. She did look to be a cub and of the mix that she discribed, though he admitted to not really having any definate clue as to what each type looked like. He imagined they looked something like that. But then again, he could be possessed! A demon could take any form inside one's head if one let it! Oh the shame! How had he let a demon come into his body? He thought he had no room for such things with the lord inside him? As soon as this ordeal was over, he was going to repent like none other.

His body gerked slightly as his subconscious was lightly pulled, willing his body and soul to follow the pull. One side screamed at him to stay firmly planted where he was. She could be a demon, and even if she wasn't...it would only land him inside the graveyard, the one place he REALLY wished not to be. Another side screamed for him to follow, to be adventurous for once, she seemed friendly enough.

It was about this time that the two girls came back, Sera looking rather annoyed at the scene her brother was creating and Caesarion looking bewildered. Her eyes widened. "Dantkae! Are you ok? Dantkae!" she seemed to echo Vik as she walked over to the shaking pup and nudged him with a paw. "Whatever, he's just doing it for attention." Sera said rolling her eyes, to which Caesarion snapped at her again. "So acting posessed is suddenly your brother asking for attention? You're a sick puppy." She snorted and Sera mumbled to herself "Yeah, acting...not being."

A large smack filled the still air. It had happened in the blink of an eye, and most the pups would be astonished by what they viewed upon opening their eyes. Caesarion looked pissed, snarling slightly at Sera, who was sprawled on the ground, eye puffed up slightly, and cheek showing thin laserations. "Your brother is in trouble...CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?" she snarled, angered greatly by the utter selfishness exibited by Sera tonight. Sera lay there shoked for some time, saying nothing. She had never been hit in her life, and the feeling of pain was new to her. She teared up, and ran into the graveyard hoping to get away from everyone, humiliated completely. "Sera! Sera come back! I'm sorry!" Caesarion yelled after her guiltily. She had never struck someone before in such a manner. Not only did she feel bad, but Rhaja would murder her. He was so protective of his virgin daughter.

Caesarion closed her eyes and breathed deep. For now, besides the fact that Dantkae twitched every now and again, he didn't seem to be in as bad a shape as before. At least he wasn't talking to himself, might as well say hello to the folks that had gathered, and maybe get some to follow after Sera, and some others to go get help. "Hey....everybody." she said awkwardly, what a way to make an entrance. It only made it more humiliating to see her sister and Dantkae and Sera's sibling had seen the whole thing..."Oh. Hey Isi...Hi Vik....sorry.....about your...um...sister...I..." she just stopped, not having the words to correctly appologize for her behavior...

Caesarion: 6
Seratobi: 4
Dantkae: 3