Vioces in my head.

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there, NeBi'Ka sat. on the rotten tree. the cold wind blew heavenly at her. but she still was like a rock. she went into a down position as the sun slinked down from its shift. the Music, NeBi'Ka petted the tree she was on. "your dead, but when will I? it looks like I have the better end, but you do my friend."she whispeared in a poetic tone. she said so lowly and quietley that nothing could hear her.

colors of sky blue faded, she saw pink, peach and orange 'conquer' the sky. she felt like singing one of her poems at the moment, but her past vioces and memories would not let her. she was hurt enough just whispering to the tree. she tensed up and closed her eyes. a tear slid off of her cheek as she thought, why can't I be beautiful? why?!. she keep reinforcing herself that she's ugly. her ears perked forward as she heard something. a low growl escaped her maw, but the memories wouldn't let this go on punishingly. she felt a sharp pain against her hind leg. you! leave me alone! she thought as her memories laughed and taughted her. the pain wasn't so bad and she shooked it off. now about this intruder.....
(EDIT:pic and page in the last link.

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bump.

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Blinking twice to himself, Jaru took a few steps back and planted his hind against a tree. This girl was as insane as he was! It seemed she was getting ready to attack... what did he do now? The whisperings from all around told him he shouldn't have come here. Bravery was not in his nature, and couldn't be forced. His left anke quivered in place, making a soft 'o' in the dirt below him. Earth was comforting, soft, solid, earth. Nothing had tried to come through it and grab him yet, so for now, it was something to be trusted.

Not daring to go closer, he managed to call from his small distance, his voice barely reaching over the wind. "Are you okay? I'm not trying to scare you! Or hurt you, or anything like that!" He assured quickly, hoping his quick words would be enough to stop her from using him as a new scratching post. The tree seemed less than enthusiastic about supporting her rage, anyway.

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Bi'Ka would only hurt her memories and vioces, they caused her so much pain. She wasn't a violent one, she was a Script Writer after all. Another sharp pain in her right ear and she just shook her head.

lifting her head up, she leaped gracefully from the tree with her nose up. The nose jesture, was for her damn vioces. She could've sworn she had deep Insanity in her roots. She trotted up the hansom Paranoid. "I am so sorry monseir." She began in a french accent. "I'm, well untrusting of euclides. The mean ones could really hurt a Script Writer, like me." She smiled pushing the teasing back into her head. "NeBi'Ka, Script Writer." being such a low rank she'd learn how to suppress her feelings when talking to those of higher ranks so not too get in trouble.

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[Heh, a Script Writer is a high rank ^^ higher than Jarukaen who is a Puppeteer. Just so you know]

Her words provided some comfort, but as actions speak louder, he watched her every move like a hawk. She seemed to have been calming down, which was a relief, but one could never tell really. "I'm untruting of a... lot of things." He said carefully, his laugh forced and strained, trying to make light of his comment less she use it against him. Many wanted to scare him just for the sake of seeing a Paranoia in action. It was a cruel game, but this was the way of the world.

"Jarukaen... Puppeteer." His voice was a little more steady, it wasn't often that someone with bad intentions would introduce themselves to their victim. She must have been as polite as her apology insinuated. The accent was pleasant, he had very little of one. His speech was fast and deep, very deep, as if he would be african-american in human form. With the quickness of his words it would be impossible to detect anything unless it were a very bold accent. He couldn't remember the few times when he'd been calm enough that he'd actually gotten a chance to examine his own voice, and it didn't really matter now.

The lovely female made him self conscious, she had to be something beautiful... she was too classy to be a desire, temptation, or any other flaunty type. Perhaps something soft and light, like her voice... a symphony.. music perhaps? His thoughts were kept to himself, for he admired many beautiful things, but they were too high above him. She would probably be offended if he told her his thoughts, surely she heard them all the time from much more impressive Euclides. There was no doubt there.

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(I thought Script Writer a step above puppet. Well, she still thinks she's a low rank.)
A Paranoid? She thought. She'd never met one, but has heard of there nervous, frightend ways. Being a Script Writer, She knew alot about characters and she could read this one's.
Hah, you should make that sniveling coward run!
Yeah, make his tial go in between his legs! I bet he would be afraid of alittle girl like you!
She shook her head trying to forget what they were trying to urge her to do.

"Nice to meet you, Jarakaen." she said in a curtsy. She liked his vioce, even if there wasn't an 'edge' to it was deep and made her feel safe. Already her mind was working a poem for this one. One so frightend, why do you fright? Blissful is the night, but you still fright. She thought. "Sir, I'd like to know more about you." She siad in a blunt but still french accent. "Do you live with any outher euclides?" She had more questions, but she would let him deal with this one first.

He looked so, strong. Very hansom, she thought. He impressed her, maybe it was because she had such low confidence. She was too shy to tell him that either. No matter how much she would like to tell him, she couldn't she didn't think such a strong hansom Puppeteer would be interested with a insane music Script Writer.

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[Oh nevermind I was looking at SD's pages and she has Script Writer listed high up. Probably alphabetical order or something]

She seemed lost in thought, but he wouldn't interrupt her. She might be dealing with... issues, and it's never good to bother someone when they get like that. So kind, she seemed, but then why had she been so upset? So in a rage? It confused him, but then again, he was simple and easy to understand. A paranoia, afraid of the world, who longed to have even some semblance of courage, always testing himself.

"It's nice to meet you, too." He said with a faint smile which seemed confused as to whether it was welcome to stay, or whether he should go back to neutral. The latter won out, and his face reverted back to blank. "More about me? Not much to know." Another uneasy laugh, he didn't know if he was being funny, so he always felt silly when he laughed. If others were laughing, he was convinced they were laughing at him.

"Other Euclides? Kind of... they all are somewhat scattered, but in the same general area. We have the same owner of the lands." He shrugged, never having talked to them before. Most of them were at least semi-vicious, especially a lot of the recent young ones... he left when none were outside and only returned when they were busy. It was just easier that way.

"What about you?" He wanted to know more about her as well, and plus, it was always kind to return an interested question.

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A now shy smile touched her facial. She sat right infront of him, her soft silky tail rapped around her paws. Wide ears perked forward at him. She, when she felt like it could be a very social creature. Right now, her emotions were surpress. Which to Musics were hard to do but this french canine would have to do it right now. But there was still a chance she could get nasty, or lossen up.

"oh, no, no, there's always more to know." she said her french accent still snugly in place. Her smile grew more, she would have to be more carefull around a Paranoid. And the vioces, they were finally giving her a break. She was talking to someone, so they usually did shut up.

"I don't have many outher Euclides I talk to either." she said in a sigh. She had some euclides that lived with her, she just wanted to stay out of there way and deal with her problems later.

"Me momsieur?" She said putting her paw on her chest and acted surprised. "ah, well I'm a Music. I love to write poems. Must Musics have something artistic that they do, and that is mine." She said in a nod. If she liked and trusted him enough, she'd have to tell him of her vioces.