Filthy Habits

[Rhayeqasr]

He was alone in this world, who'd want to socialize with him anyways? He smelt of a wet dog who ate too much garlic, and his physical appearance was much worse than his oder. He didn't have much going for him, he wasn't intelligent in the least. He relied primarily on his instincts, strength, and speed to hunt. For he was not smart enough to trap prey or play mind games like several other types.

He slunk around the alleyways, crawling about the filthy ground, dirtying his greasy coat further. The Mustildae's ears were alert, waiting for his prey to give itself away.

Suddenly he coughed heavily, and gagged once or twice before he hacked up a greenish-yellow wad of mucus. As he spat it against the ground, a rat ran from it's hiding spot. It squeaked obnoxiously before the Infection darted after it. His fore paw stepping in his spit. But he didn't stop to clean it, he just continued to chase the rat, not to eat it, but to play with it. He had once kept a rat as a pet. He relates to them, as they do him.

But as he flung himself across a corner, there seemed to be some one already there, his instincts told him to stop. As he looked around the shadows, the Infection decided he was safe from company and continued to pursue the rodent.

((he's not paged yet, I'm doing so now))

[silverdust]

Quin'Seriibi cocked her head as the strange, smelly euclides ran past her. He didn't seem to see her, even though her brightly patterned coat set her apart from the dusky hues of the alley. Smiling to her self, she giggled lightly and flipped onto her front-paws, balancing upon them as she walked into the light. She had been looking for Jaku, but this strange-looking one seemed interesting, and the night was young still.

She stalked a bit farther, then flipped gracefully into the air and landed in front of the Infection, trapping the rat in her paws. She smiled brightly as she held the struggling, squeeking furball out to him.

"Is this yours?"

[Rhayeqasr]

He looked at her, what in the world was such a beautiful creature doing in his presence? He smiled a greeting and bowed his greasy head. "Mornin' Lovely," his words were moist with mucus, and his brown teeth glared in the little light left. "I was planning on namin' the rodent 'Carlan,' means 'Forever Filth.'" He ran his paw arcoss his runny nose, smearing snot into his already disgusting fur. "You see, I ain't no hunter of rats." He looked at the poor creature struggling in her grip. "I ain't no better than a rat meself." He spook lazily, sounding as unintelligent as he really was. Why try to fool her into thinking him to be brilliant?

Her coat was clean and pretty, and unlike most males, he was disgusted by it. Why clean one's self? You'll only get dirty again. He found cleanliness to be slightly over rated, after all, he is of the Infection type, and is undead! "Now, I'd preciate it if you'd let the rat free." He glared at her, she would hunt rats. He'd hunt most anything, but why would he kill something he had so much in common with?

[silverdust]

She gave another light laugh, setting the rat down gently. His disapproving glare seemed to go right over her head. She beamed up at him again, disregarding the mucus and his disgusting demeanor altogether. Though the smell was somewhat unsettling, she could bear it. Anything for attention.

"I like rats," she said conversationally, her voice musical and childishly radiant. "They're cute, even the ones in the sewers. And they're smarter than mice."

As she spoke, she flickered, sliding smoothly out of her Euclides form and mimicking the rodent's diminutive form. She sat back onto her haunches, quirking her head cutely. She giggled. "Now you and I are no different then. My name is Quin'Seriibi, what is yours?"

[Rhayeqasr]

He gazed at her. He did not do enough socializing to know anything about types, he simply thought her to be a great illusionist, or perhaps she's magical? Either way, she looked even more beautiful in a rat's form than an Euclide, though he could be slightly biase, for he loves rats... "That they are, me dear," He watched the rat crawl off into the darkness and wished he could do the same. He was unsure how to act about this beautiful Lapine.

His name? She had asked for his name. He had not thought about his name for a while, nor has he spoken it. "Pretty name," he said quietly, "Quin'Seriibi." He could not ignore her question, it would be far too obvious. Instead he searched his unorganized mind and recalled his name, "Jarnchikae." What a silly thing, he though, names. What purpose do they serve?

"I'm 'fraid yer much different than me." His discolored teeth showed as he smiled, which looked like a pathetic attempt to be polite. "I control no magic."

[silverdust]

She laughed and scatched at her ear, trailing some of the alleyway grime onto her swirling fur. "Jarnchikae, it sounds...nice. I've never heard a name like that before. I'm glad you like mine, I came up with it myself!"

She sniffed the air again, a rat's instincts blending into her own mind. The garbage here smelt good, but she would try to resist it. It was such a horrible mess later on, when she gave into her animal temptations. Still, she scuttle off closer to the dumpster heaps, jumping around the murky rot and exploring it. Her cheerful voice continued it melodic stream, muffled slightly as she stuck her nose into various places. "It's not magic, silly, I'm a Figment. It's a natural ability, like a Marionette's, but...hm...more flexible. I can only stay like this for three hours, though."

She was going to be absolutely filthy when she changed back, but she'd worry about that later. Right now that rotting meat bone looked good...

[Rhayeqasr]

"An odd sight," He looked at her with an expression of curiousity and delightfulness. "To see one so beautiful in the form of a rat, and eyin rottin foods." He smiled smirkly and coughed sligthly. He sat on the filthy ground and itched at an ear with his hind leg. Fleas, what an annoying creature!

"Ah, I see..." He looked at her. Figment, eh? Certainly was a beautiful type, though he had not seen met one before. For all he knew she was the only Figment. "Could've had me fooled." He recalled the Marionette's ability to shapeshift into the form of a human. He wasn't too fond of it either. He found humans to be more disgusting than himself. They took no pity for a rat, what would they do if he were to reveal himself to them?

"Well, if yer, err... spell? Only lasts for three hours, I'd say you should enjoy it while you can." He said this as he eyed the same rotting meat bone.

[silverdust]

She noticed him glancing at the meat bone, and fixing her teeth on it, dragged it out into the open. "Here, you can have it. My instincts are telling me to eat it right now, but the last time I did...well, my stomach doesn't agree so much later on. Pity, really."

She was covered in garbage right now, smells she could identify but found less unpleasant in her current condition. She gave another beam up into the dirt covered features. "Really? I'm pretty like this? I hardly ever get to change into one, it freaks out the humans I prey on. And sometimes cats try to get me, but they regret it when I turn back."

She sat back on her haunches to observe her strange companion further. His coat, thick with grime and mucus, but it was still in an odd way, pretty to her, the sharp contrast of the green and red. The open tears in the skin and muscle, something told her a marionette of her standing should be utterly disgusted, but she never had been conventional in anyway. After all, she did pursue a dangerous Puppet Master that had made it clear on mulitple occasions that he hated her. She liked living somewhat out of the norm.

Flicking her tail, she scurried closer to the other Euclides, examining his wounds further. "Does it hurt?" she asked, curious, gesturing at the entrails spilling from his stomach.

[Rhayeqasr]

He looked at her, blown away by her strange... taste? He took the bone and sat is aside. He would not eat in front of her, for some reason he cared whether or not he'd look rude. He guessed it to be because she was so beautiful, and must be used to having males poor themselves to her every need. He was unsure whether he could do that for anyone.

"Well, I 'spose I'm fond of rats." He laughed quietly and gestured to himself. "Most other Marionette's would find you to be insane if they saw you like this." He was always one to find humor in the oddest of places.

He was curious as to why she didn't scream and run away with great speed, as so many have on the sight of him. She seemed to be unlike the rest, she actually stuck around long enough to engage him in a sort of conversation, but why? Wasn't she repulsed by him? Previously, he prided himself on the disgustingness of his fur, and now he was unsure of whether he was... dirty enough.

"It does," He lowered his tail, how could he possibly explain this to her. "In a way, I 'spose. You see, I don't much feel anymore. Though, the pain it once caused still lingers about." He wondered if this made any sense. He didn't even understand himself. Many called him 'undead,' a term he found to be very odd. If he were undead, he'd be alive. So perhaps unalive made more sense, or why not just 'Living Dead?'

[silverdust]

"Hm?" she was examining his wounds closer. She had picked up somewhat of a morbid fascination, after seeing Jaku kill so many times. "Oh yes, I suppose. Everyone I know thinks I'm crazy. Even the Insanity I know. The only real difference between us is that I don't have voices, and know how to have fun."

She wondered how well the rat body would aid her flexibility. She tried doing a handstand, and succeeded for a few moments, before spilling into the dirt. She didn't even bother to brush herself off, instead laughing at her fall. "I suppose it is not that bad then, if you do not feel the pain that badly. Or...well, I suppose I cannot say anymore, after all, I still feel pain. Am I starting to get wierd? I'm sorry, I must be sounding more and more like a silly marionette..."

She sighed and scratched her ear again. It was actually beginnning to scare her somewhat, how at home she was beginning to feel, in the muck. But it wasn't that bad, after all. At least she had someone to talk to, that didn't snap back at her. She smiled again. "So...how did you end up like this? I mean, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, just curious. They always say I'm too curious for my own good."

She felt that if she stopped talking, she would be alone again. And she didn't want to lose her interesting 'friend', if she could consider them as such yet.

[Rhayeqasr]

"Haha, I do not find you crazy," He tried to let the laziness in his words slip away. His pronounciation of several words made him sound even more unintelligent than he truly was, and he's not exactly smart in the least. "Curious, yes, but insane? I think yer," he coughed slightly, "Your more accepting and tolerable of me than most." He wondered about her, was she just playing with him? Toying with his emotions, or whats left of emotions?

He smiled when she fell in the dirt, something most Marionettes would die from embarressment, and she just laughed it off. "Aye, you are not getting weird," He cocked his head at her, smiling what would be a handsome grin on any face but his own. "Nor silly, just curious, as most are." He inhaled deeply, smelling nothing but his own revolting-yet pleasent-oder, mixed with the filth of the allley.

"Hmm, you know," He wondered if he would tell her too much, frighten her. "I haven't thought about that in years," He was not haunted by his memories, nor his past. He felt no guilt or pain. "I 'spose I killed myself... ermm, more like let myself die." He talked as if he cared, as if he should not tell her this. But what secrets did he have? She asked after all. "I just didn't care anymore, nothing really matter." He felt as if this was as far as he could go, as if the end of this story just wasn't ment to be heard. He didn't want her pity, after all.

[silverdust]

She could tell he didn't want to push the issue, and she let it go. It wasn't important after all, at least not to her. She did notice his attempt to mince words. She gave a cute little rat frown, her whiskers quivering. She stood up on her back paws, letting her front ones rest on his grimy fur. They were both dirty now, so she didn't exactly care.

"Hey, there's no need to speak nice or anything, I like your old way," she spoke truthfully. She had never heard any Euclides speak with a total abandon of the quicksilver words meant to entrance and capture. "If I wanted that, I have plenty of people back home that speak like that."

Her tail twitched a bit, drawing circles in the mud. She dropped down and jumped back into the garbage pile. "Anyways, I'm glad someone doesn't call me insane. I just learned that appearances aren't always what makes up someone. Their are marionettes out there that are absolutely gorgeous, but they're nowhere near as nice or interesting."

She resurfaced, poking her head out from the top of the pile. "Do you go hunting at this hour?"