A Cowardly Hero

[Rhayeqasr]

Sejan'Kaei longed to prove himself. He was not as cowardly as others think he to be. Sure, he is a Paranoid, but he's more safe than scared. He went to great lengths to make sure that he and others in his presence are out of harms way. And, granted he did make outragious accusations, he was not as cowardly as the other Paranoid who currently lived in the same theatre as he. She was out there, she was a true Paranoid.

All he wanted was to prove to everyone that he was just as useful as every other Euclide around. He wanted an adventure, something where he would be thought of as brave, and courageous. He wanted to prove himself, he knew he could handle a little danger, but he had his limits.

The Lapine sighed, when would he have his moment of glory?

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a smog types shadow loomed over a corner. the scent was very discent. yet mysterious. indian leather, with herb potions. how very strange. the euclide hummed his soothing song that he made up. his vioce was rough, and hard. it was souronded with a deep and rusty corners eachoing trough the allies.

his paws kicked a can. soon the Lapine would see him. the smog revieled himself. the bright sun of the city square loomed over him. the sun was quite new today fore he has been wondering the neighboring allies of city square. his eyes squinted at first then he open then alittle and saw the paranoia.

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Sejan had been hiding in the shadows, watching the humans go about their daily activities. They were one of the few things that didn't scare him, they were intelligent, yeah, but didn't put such knowledge to good use. He chuckled to himself, oh what a pointless race.

Through the conversations and laughter of the humans, he barely heard the Smog walking up the allies. He thought himself to be imagining the soft, humming voice. But when the creature revieled himself, the Lapine knew he was no day dream.

Sejan shook under his thick layer of fur, in fear of what this Euclides would do. He was stronger, bigger, and most likely more couragious. The Lapine scoulded himself, how could he ever prove himself a worthy hero if he feared others like him? He calmed himself down, and picked a few of the many words rushing through his mind, "Sejan'Kaei, nice to meet you." He knew nothing of types, but assumed the fellow Euclides to be friendly, though he could easily be proven wrong.

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the smog type found himself retreating back to the allies, he didn't want people to find him. he watched the Lapine, a parnoia...... he thought. better go say hi.. he always liked the paranoia, he didn't know why. he liked there looks. dark with light.

he walked out of the shadows, the people saw him knew he was an euclide. he walked over to the paranioa. he thought of what to say. nothing to worry him. but not to kind they would often say hes hiding something....

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Sejan looked at the Euclides who chose to stay and chat. Or was chatting not what he was interested in? What if he was into something a little more... dangerous? The Lapine shook away the thoughts, until he knew more about his company, he would not go about judging him. Instead, he gave a welcoming smile.

This was the first Smog Euclides that he had met, he was only firmiliar with a few types, including Tragedy, Insanity (which wasn't the most pleasent encounter) and he has heard about a Music type that lives in his theatre. But never before had he been granted the opportunity to meet a Smog. He was surprised, even, that he recognized the type, hearing only rumors about Smogs.

But, for some reason, the Canine was not talking, he seemed to be searching for words, something Sejan never had to do, he always has so much to say. "What brings you here on this... er... fine day?" It wasn't exactly what he would consider a 'fine' day, clouds hovered about the sky, often blocking the sun's light. It looked like a storm was blowing in, come to think of it, the winds have been picking up slightly. Ahh, he hoped that it would only rain, he hated thunder, oh how he hated when lightning would illuminate the sky and the loud cracks of thunder would shake the ground.

He shivered, thinking of previous thunder storms, he would always find a nice spot to hid, and ride the storm out in safety. "I hope it doesn't storm, oh, I hate storms!"

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the smog greeted the comment of the weather with a warm smile. storms are the center of feeling. he said. his husky vioce showing itself more. it appeared more when he was in a good mood. or when he was relaxed.

he crept closer to the paranioa. I'm JanJenShi. he said. he sat infront to Sejan. acouple of vales of herb potions was tied around his feather collar. he took the cork of one of them and a soothing smell sourronded them. I'm a spiritul healer. this is one of my soothing potions he siad. with the feathers and herb potions you would think that he is indian or something.

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Sejan ra!sed h!s eyebrows. How perfectly !nteresting. He wondered !f the Smog could harm just as eas!ly as he could heal. Best not to ask that.

Sejan had been adm!r!ng the Smog's feathers and other acessor!es before he even reached for the 'Sooth!ng Pot!on,' but when he opened the pot!on, he became sl!ghtly calmer and more at ease. Perhaps the pot!ons worked after all, the Lap!ne had to adm!t, he had h!s doubts.

Sejan hoped he would keep all of h!s hocus pocus far from h!m. He was sure that !t hasn't been proven to be safe. "Are you sure that stuffs safe?"


(Soo sorry, my 'Eye' key on my keyboard WONT WORK! ::glares at keyboard and fur!ously presses the 'eye' key:

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he chuckled at his last comment of safty. of course it is. its made out of natural organic herbs. he said. say, your a pretty brave guy for a paranioa. he said examnining him. a rain drop fell on the end of his nose. he looked up and saw the cloud getting heavier, and darker.

a small rumble of thunder could be heard from miles away. soon the rain would pick up. soon thunder would be rolling over the land. soon lightning would strike the land. soon.
(its ok I can still read the post)

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(phew, its working again ::hugs I:: sorry bout that!)

JanJenShi had spoken too soon. Sejan may be brave for a Paraniod, but he was a coward in thunder storms. His ears shot back at the slightest sound of thunder, and he lowered his body into a feetle position. He was sure that he looked ridiculous, and was even more sure that the Smog was going to laugh at him, but he didn't care. The shadows were not enough protection form him. He forced himself to stand, looking around for a safe hiding spot.

The thunder grew louder and louder until a streak of white lightning crackled though the dark, cloudy sky and was followed by a burst of glass-shattering thunder. The Paranoid Lapine leaped into the air, just about a foot or so off the ground and landed in his feetle position. His body shook with fear and he whimpered quietly. "Ohhh.... I... I hate thunder... storms!" He said with a slight stutter as the rain steadily grew heavier until it was down pooring.

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he looked up at the storm clouds. we better go find shelter. he said. he gave Sejan a look of -come with me- as he headed into the allies. got any ideas? he asked Sejan considering tipping over a empty trashcan for shelter.

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"No, not really, I'm not firmiliar with these places," he admited. He was only here to overcome his fear of public places. It may be a silly fear, but many dangers lurk in the shadows, including others of his kind. The thunder grew louder, still, showing no mercy for the poor Paranoid Euclides.

"How about there?" The Lapine gestured to a pile of empty trashcans, hiding in the shadows. It seemed like a nice enough place to ride out a storm, it was dry, safe, and most importantly, it was concealed within the shadows of a towering structure the humans build to live in.

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he nodded. sounds good. he said and headed towards them. there he curled in one of the bigger trashcans. it was a bit smelly, but it was better than being wet and cold. there he and the paranoia waited out the storm. soon he fell asleep.