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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]The cool night air was torture to her lungs as she sucked in another breath.


    It was a drowsy morning, with the sun just kissing the horizon and clouds still drifting about. Eden, being the hopeless sleep-deprived soul she was, had decided to embrace the new day and take a walk.


    Now that she moved off to the outskirts of town, it was easier to slip out unnoticed, and she was enjoying the newfound freedom. Once or twice she had even flirted with the thought of visiting the Loner Lands again - but she was a child no more, and though it would be a lie to say she didn't want to just leave ColouredClan sometimes, this was home. A jail disguised as a home, but perhaps it was just how one looked at it.


    Her soft pawpads stung as they hit the hard, frozen soil; Eden had decided to trot along the border of biome one, where dark blues and blacks made their mark. It was all such a rapid blast of color: the land was black and blue, and the sky was orange and pink. Such was ColouredClan, and she had gotten used to it long ago. She had been raised on this soil. She knew nearly every single inch.


    A sigh, blooming milky white, hung in the air, sizzling before spiraling out of sight. She was not much in her own head, which was uncommon. Instead she was simply enjoying the exercise.

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    Percy didn't feel right. Even when he took the extra energy to metamorphosis into what one could call Percy's body. This was a rarity. As an alter, you are a person living in someone else's body- not just their body, their mind.
    You were never born. You were never born. You were programmed. You were programmed to protect the owner of the body. Your entire existence relies and revolves around the wellbeing of that one person.
    Which was hard, considering no one could find him. And their system was under 'new management.'


    Percy knew the stress was taking its toll. Brid was pacing and mumbling, trying to figure out what to do. Akio was slowing down, Dal was searching for Dimitri as if he was Brad Meltzer looking for the Whitehouse Cornerstone. Dagon was trying not to drink. Divertimento was trying to keep Sally happy, because Sally didn't understand.


    Then there was Daniel.
    Percy had never liked Danny. Danny was mad at everything, Danny was immature, Danny was manipulative, Danny would not hesitate to kill to win.
    Danny was ambitious. Danny was a protector.
    Daniel believed that by being in control, he was keeping everyone safe.


    But Danny didn't know when he was wrong.


    The tom sighed, strolling in the territory, trying to relax. His fur was ruffled in some areas, and Percy could swear he could see dirt on it. He was a brilliant ivory Russian Blue, or well, Russian White. He was a highly sought after cat breed, due to his wonderful personality and thick coat that you never wanted to stop petting, with eyes the color of the finest red wines, and smelled like the freshest roses.
    Percy was intelligent, playful, and loved himself. He hid behind this facade, because in reality, Percy knew he was self-conscious. He knew people hated him, because he was annoying. He was unattractive in personality. He was the useless alter who didn't know why Dimitri programmed him, he just was. What was the purpose of a fun, flirty guy, and a wingman, when their signifigant other kept dying?
    That was another problem with beautiful, Perfect Percy. He developed close bonds with his companions.
    Percy cared too much.
    Dimitri cared too much.
    Every loss was a punch in the throat.
    He knew of the curse of his red eyes as well. Red eyes meant you were an albino, an accident. Red eyes meant you were evil.
    But that wasn't it.
    Red was the color of Passion.
    And Percy? Well, Percy was Passionate.


    He stopped now, conjuring a white cloth from Dimitri's room, a laying it down on a flat surface. His fur was driving him crazy. He wrapped his fluffy tail around himself, trying to keep all paws and tails inside the cloth at all times, like an Anti-Sea Bear Circle, and began to clean himself.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]owliefriend so sorry about how late this post is going to be!! i promised i haven't forgot about this thread - i'm just struggling to come up with a decent answer with a fair amount of muse (which, as expected, is taking it's time to return home to me ; ^ ; ) and i swear my response will be up in at least the next day. so sorry to keep you waiting!

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    & of course!!


    It was only when she started getting sore did she think of returning - but then she forced herself to walk a little more, yearning to get the last bits of the land looked over, before she slowly turned and started back, muscles burning with use.


    A yawn pried her jaws open, and she would let it flow out, allowing it to take as long as it wanted to take control over her mouth. Even afterwards she left her lips parted, drinking in the cool air that way. Inhaling cold air through her nose for so long had taken it's toll, and she was left with a uncomfortable tingling sensation in her muzzle that she disliked greatly.


    At first she began heading back towards her cottage, but after a few steps in, she changed her mind - though the small house held a different feeling than her apartment, she was still moving things around, and it had gotten cluttered. She was procrastinating to clear it up and was conscious of the work it took to do so.


    Perhaps she'd head to another biome. Stopping straight, she thought for a moment before spinning wildly to the east, where she began to walk towards. Eyes adjusting in front of her, it surprised her to catch sight of something nestled in (What was that? Her pupils dilated as she struggled to label what she saw.) blankets?


    The usual pique of cautious distrust would perk up in her chest as she forced herself to near. "Hello?" She'd call, voice slightly hoarse.

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    Percy wondered if he should go back to camp... but the forest was always too serene. Too nice. It was perfect, but nothing was ever perfect... but it was more perfect than Perfect Percy, for sure. He liked to sit outside, he liked the sunset and the washing of waves and the serenity of living...


    He took in a plentiful breath, letting the air go in, calm as ever. He could fake it. He could pretend that he was okay. He could pretend nothing was wrong, easy. Pretending was a thing of Percy... not hard to do.


    He glanced up carefully, tilting his head and looking at the creature.
    Oh. Oh she was pretty.
    Danny did say he could hit on whoever he wanted- that was a plus side to the new management. Different rules. AS long as Dimitri didn't come back, and everyone was okay with it, Percy could hit on whoever he wanted.


    Wine red eyes finally blinked at her, slow and charismatic, as if his own eyes were flirting at her. "Hello." He said slowly, tilting his head."and you are....?"


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    They scared at her at first, and she halted, the fur on her back prickling. It was only when his melodic voice streamed into the air that budged her, and her eyes flicked down from his eyes to his mouth, uncertain. "Oh," She would croak, knowing she sounded meak. A stranger with red eyes and an ever stranger tone. Eden had never been flirted with before - she definitely detected something out of the ordinary, and she wasn't sure what she felt about it.


    Such white fur. And red, red eyes. Eden had never been fond of the color red, but on this feline it didn't look so harsh. Almost alluring.


    The thought made her even more uncomfortable, and she would take an unsteady step back. "How - how about you give me your name and business first?" She mumbled. She couldn't be sure if this was a new member - she had certainly been inactive for the past bit. It wouldn't be surprising she missed someone.

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    Personally, Percy hated his red eyes. On the bright side, they were the color of delicious wine. On the down side, red eyes was considered evil, hating- all negative traits that Perfect Percy didn't carry. No, Percy was sweet and self-conscious. His ear pricked, the smell of roses intensifying with that precious first world.
    Red Eyes were the window into a kind soul. Percy wrapped his fluffy tail around himself, white fur glistening away from everything else.


    The creature before him was all too beautiful- but many things were pretty to Percy. The wet rocks on the river shore, the sun catching his fur just right, the smell of roses, the appearance of the cat before him, whose fur and eyes were indescribable... An appearance, Percy had yet to place.


    She stepped away- perhaps she were scared? Why would she need to be scared of him? Percy would never hurt a soul. Perhaps unintentionally break a few hearts here and there, but not on purpose. "Percy." He answered simply, cutely tilting his head, slowly.


    "My business, you ask? Why, my business... is you."


    (( A++ flirting game
    (( also what does eden look like bc i have no idea
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]( oho that was smooth i might need some flirting advice from perc
    & she's an african painted dog! )


    "Why, my business... is you."


    She stayed silent, processing this.


    What? A flutter of confusion morphed onto her face, followed by a suspicious look, then an embarrassed one. She was his business? It sounded so oddly appeasing, yet completely offensive. She took another step back. What was this supposed to be? "What?" She would finally say, awkward. And Percy. His name surely fit that adorable little tilt of his head.


    Letting out a loud cough - suddenly as she focused on his face for longer, her heart gave a little jump, the same kind that happened back when she had met Lillium - Eden would avert eye contact. "I don't think that's a correct statement," She would huff. "you don't know me. There is no way I could be any of someone's business. So. Hmph. Tell me the real reason. You a joiner or somethin'?"

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    "Or something," Percy responded, tilting his head to other way. "You look very lovely, by the way." He said smoothly, flicking his tail. "I don't have to know you to know that you're my business." he purred, tail flicking again.
    "...are you sure that is not a correct statement, miss... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. " such sauce words, really.


    (( mobile, sorry
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    Lovely. Nobody had called Eden lovely before, and she felt her ears pin to her head, her emotions caught in a frenzy of flatterment and even more suspicion. She had not felt quite pretty, beautiful, anything like that in this body since she had first came to hold it - she had specifically designed it in her head to look attractive, after all. One could not hold any standards less than perfect for a wedding. Alas, the past weeks of not quite taking care of herself showed, but one's appearance didn't disassemble right away. She still looked fairly decent.


    Her nose pointed at the ground and she worked on pulling herself together. What was this guy trying to get at? "If so," She would reply, voice made of more of a puff of air rather than actual words. "that's one ridiculous reason."


    Tail flicking in an almost agitated state behind her, she would furrow her brow. What an odd feeling that was coursing through her veins. It felt bad, but also good. What was it? Her heart pounded, and she felt clammy.


    "If you want my name so much, it's Eden."

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    "No one's ever complimented you enough, have they?" Percy asked, tilting his head to the other side, nearly pouting. "Quite a shame. Most people cannot see their own beauty, or degrade their own beauty. Or others have degraded it. Such a shame. I wish that people did not hate themselves. Beauty is in everyone, even in the deformed." He looked away for a moment. "At least, that's what I believe." He looked back to Eden now, shifting, blinking slowly.
    "I assume you know Dimitri, yeah? Nurse? You've seen his back, right? I've told him he's pretty, but Dimitri really hates himself. Be a shame if you ended up like that." Percy took in a breath, ears perking at her name.
    "Eden? That's a nice name."
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Her shoulders hunched. She was getting increasingly more uncomfortable by the second. So he was complementing her?


    She pushed the side of her face into a shoulderblade.


    This guy was confusing her inside her chest, and she didn't like it. It was as taunting as a ocean's tide - she was being pulled in by him, but then stumbled backwards and regained herself moments later. After that, the cycle would start again. Pull in, push out. And now he was speaking of beauty. Eden would not react, finding it better to just soulessly stare at the ground like she was actually concerned with something there.


    The mention of Dimitri did catch her, though ; with a small jolt of surprise to hear his name, her head turned and bowed to gaze at the red-eyed prince once more, internally cringing as another wave of odd affection (what was it, anyways?) splashed through her. Her toes fizzled like the foam as she swallowed. "How do you know Dimitri? Are you a friend?" She held out one shoulder under her shoulder as she murmured, finding it somewhat of a comfort, like a shield. It made her unnerved to think of Dimitri as self-loathing. There were a lot of things she could say about the nurse, but definitely not self-loathing.


    "Be a shame if you ended up like that."


    She gave a little flinch at this. He had hit a tender spot, because, in a way, that had already happened. Soul Nomad's constant remarks in the past as well as lack of guidance in her childhood had caused a certain thought to arise in her head. Often she called herself worthless, useless, stupid. So on. At least nobody knew. But that was the thing - nobody knew anything about her. They only saw what was on the outside, and all they could blink at was a decently calm vice-leader who didn't talk much and usually looked tired. Shifting, she looked away again, finding the white and red of his appearance stinging her eyes with their purity, as well as the fact that his words were now hammering through her head. Dimitri hates himself?


    Ah, but the topic was snatched to another focus again, and she allowed herself to stiffen as he said her name. A weird tickly feeling brushed at her stomach. Percy certainly said her name right. Or maybe it was imagination enhancing her words.


    She stood wordless for a little longer before realizing she probably made it obvious he was getting to her. Tail rising, she would flare her nostrils. "So are you a ColouredClanner, then?" He certainly didn't smell very much like it, but he didn't smell like any other clan or a loner either. More like... roses.


    She loved flowers.

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    Intense, sauve eyes watched her; oh no, he was making her uncomfortable! .....I think? Or was she flustered? No, flustered was angry blushing. Maybe unease?
    Perhaps... had no one flirted with her before? Had no one complimented her before? Appreciated her? Percy pursed his lips a little at the thought.
    Percy tried to understand what living like that would be like.
    To go day to day, even doing great and productive things, making extravagant things? Growing up on verbal abuse, since childhood? To not learn of kindness from your peers in early age?
    Dimitri. He thought of Dimitri.
    For such a tom that suffered so much, he cried the first time someone told him that he was strong. Not a soul had done such a thing before, and for Dimitri, being told such a thing was a miracle.
    He wondered if this beautiful wilddog was the same.
    ....He hoped not.
    Percy was proud of himself. Percy loved himself (take that statement how you will) he loved the kind people, he loved being around others, and he loved telling people good things.
    Percy liked to believed that part of his purpose was to give Dimitri the ability to look at himself and say "Hey, I'm okay." and believe in it.
    Sadly, Percy couldn't do that anymore. Danny already loved himself, leaving no purpose or point to Perfect Percy.


    Maybe he could maybe a positive influence on Eden.


    PURPOSE: UPDATED


    His ears angled to her, and he straightened up, glancing at the folding towel he sat on, and stood up. He moved with grace, touching the ground with the least amount of pressure possible, and unfolded the towel into a large rectangle. Percy made a tiny note to ease up on the flirting a little and focus more on casual conversation. Okay. Talk to someone like a real person. Yeah. He could do that. "Would you like to sit with me?" He asked, sitting on one side of the rectangle, gesturing to the other with his tail.


    His right ear twitched as she question him about Dimitri. "Mm... Yeah. I know him well. I'd say we're practically brothers. Ask me anything about him, and I will probably have an answer." He took in a breath, sucking in cool air. "We've known eachother since we were.... I wanna say seven moons? Yeah. Grew apart in some areas, but we've been closer recently until..." He paused, wide-eyed, the image of a grey, winged, half-persian forming in his mind. No. They all had sworn to never speak of it.
    "Yeah. Few weeks back or something. Dimitri tends to get upset about stuff, that's normal. Problem is, he doesn't want people to help him. Says, 'they have better things to do.' Something like that. Really bad choice, I think. Does he listen? No." He paused, gaze focusing on a passing leaf, as if staring at it would light it on fire. "I've never seen a soul that's lost so much as he has, yet continues to carry on." Except for the Danny part, the 'runaway in my own subconscious' part. Yeah. Except for that.


    Oops. Rambling. He looked back to her now.
    He let out a small breath, closing his eyes and wrapping his tail around himself. "I am a Colouredclanner. I just don't interact with the rest of the clan as much as I should. I do apologize for the scent confusion. I like roses."
    A pause. An intense stare at her eyes, at her posture, her figure, back to the eyes, the air around her.
    "...You've been hurt, haven't you?"


    (( Percy got deep omg
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]At the sound of movement, her gaze snapped to his feet, intent to see if he was trying to advance or run away. Her tail flicked behind her, and even as he stopped moving, she would not budge. She kept her eyes on those pristine paws, not wanting to lift them only be taken by those hypnotizing reds again.


    Then, at his request, she tightened again, then let her ears flick a little in unease. Possible danger. Her head warned, thoughts easy and clearer than it had been when she was speaking to him earlier. Even though her stomach still was fluttering and her body was still uncomfortable, probably from the fact that they were still interacting, it was something. Determined to push all feelings of attraction(??) from herself, she would simply shake her head "no" in response, assuming it'd be better to stay as far away from that soft-looking fur as possible.


    As he began speaking of Dimitri, she tuned in. Seven moons? That was quite some time. Just a little bit younger than she was. Or at least when she was born. Age was such a mystery - it didn't apply much to her, since she owned different bodies, as well as the fact her maturity level had gone above her age's average.


    She poised her paws in front of her so they curled inwards. So Percy was a good friend of Dimitri's? And he... helped him? Her ears pinned to her head. That must've been nice. To have a friend like that. It was understandable that Dimitri rejected it, though, seeing as she probably could've done the same thing if she ever had someone like Percy confront her. Or maybe not. A world where she actually had anybody would be incredibly off the one she was really in.

    "I've never seen a soul that's lost so much as he has, yet continues to carry on."


    At this, she'd blink, a little surprised. Sure, she didn't think that Dimitri would have it easy in the past with those scars and all, but still, hearing it from another mouth made her feel something. Maybe... sympathy? It was definitely a negative feeling, and she let it pass, her pose slouching ever so slightly. Only when he mentioned his scent did she completely snap out of it, and as her mind pulled itself back into the reality, she fixed her slouch and slapped on one of her well-practiced neutral faces. What are you still doing here, anyways? She'd question herself callously. Now that you know, just look at him and apologize, then go. It's not like this matters. It's fine.


    Her eyelashes fluttered, torn between two ideas. Rationality soon won, and she began to cleanse herself of the vile, guarded feelings that she had experienced to a handsome stranger, breaking down the protective wall. If he was one of her clanmates, there was no need to be completely boxed up. Her irises ascended to land on the face of this so-called ColouredClanner. Clear. Straightforward.


    "...You've been hurt, haven't you?"


    He was looking at her. He was looking at her, he was looking at her, he was looking at her. His words hit home - she gave an obvious flinch. Nobody had gazed at her like that before. Nobody had pointed out, yes, she had been attacked multiple times, she had experienced sleepless nights, she had buried the bodies of people whom she loved. And now this guy was staring at her like he understood it all. Like he had experienced every single moment after the scream with her, the pause between each sob.


    That was when she completely caved in.


    Her last defenses crumbled to dust ; her stiff limbs disappeared under her pelt as they stopped flexing from distress. The empowering feeling of like like like surged through her veins, filling her with a soft type of carressing, touching affection, cradling everything with a gentle touch and a reassuring whisper of being understood, of having someone right there to tell her that he was there, that he could see what the others didn't bother to.


    She stared at his features, each moment dragging to days, to weeks, to years. She was lost, drowning in the ecstasy of his wine eyes.


    "Percy," His name was beautiful. Sharp, long, a collection of vowels that tickled her tongue and made her feel good inside.


    She looked down, raising a paw to cover a majority of her face. Hoping he didn't notice her shock, the shifting of her tides. Her silence enveloped her like a heavy cloak, forcing down on her skin until she was forced to speak.


    "every - " She whispered, then halted to steady herself. "Everyone has been. I'm no - no special."


    It was not humility staining her meaning, but instead the insistence that this was not real, that she was not feeling this way, that he did not understand. Nobody understood. Nobody did. But the way - oh, the way - his attention was stapled so firmly, his gaze so insistent, so intense, so passionate. It was a certain understanding. An understanding of something unsaid. He, a stranger, someone whom she barely knew anything of, knew her the best in that fleeing moment.


    She was confused.

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    Perhaps Eden liked standing, he reasoned. His mind formulated ways to get her to sit down- she was far too tense. Perhaps she were stressed? No? Hm… Maybe he was somehow stressing her? She definitely liked staring at him, especially the alluring wine reds of his features. The eyes were the one fact of Percy that he may consider imperfect- when a passerby saw red eyes, they knew that the owner was a rare albino, or- evil.





    Percy was far from it. Maybe easily breaking a few hearts on accident, but that was the past. Percy never intended to lose things. He never intended to lose people. He never intended to lose everyone they loved. He never intended to lose Stickypaw. He never intended for Vintagequotes to stab them in the heart. He never intended for Dimitri to lose Greymatter. He never intended to lose Dimitri. He never intended to be an absolute failure at his[b] fvcking job!


    He blinked. He took in a deep, cold breath. He blinked again. Red eyes settled on the wild dog shaking her head. A small sigh. Much to tense. “As you wish, Eden.” He flicked his tail. “But, I will leave this unfolded. A seat is right the if you ever so wish to sit.” Her legs would get tired eventually, right? As silence made itself present again, his mind trailed back to the missing nurse.





    “He’s nearly forty moons now, if that gives you an idea. Funny,” He paused, blinking, glancing at his paw and raising it up, inspecting it for a moment. If a lady were not present, he would have licked the stray hair here and there, but Eden was here. He set his paw back down, looking at her. “He’s not that old, don’t you think? Then again, I see a lot of people die around here prematurely. See too many get injured, too. I think Dimitri mentioned something about that to me,” For a moment, he wondered if that counted as a lie. “Every injury, every death, everyone who comes to him for help- he’s terrified of failing. He knows one of them could die on his watch.” He paused, thinking. “The last time Dimitri had a life in his paws… that was awhile ago… I wanna say it was one of his sons, yeah. ……. They were attacked by something. Dimitri watched his son bleed to death.” Wait. Crud. No, no, those were bad words, he shouldn’t have done that because talk of death always helps the mood. Well, guess he had to finish that part now. “Dimitri’s lost everyone. More than once. His therapist, his childhood sweetheart, his ‘parents’, his wife, all seven children, his friends, his dignity, his sanity, his faith, his soulmate… and the worst part? It was his job to bury them.”
    Really helping the mood, Percy. Good Job.
    Move to new topic. Fast.





    She slouched. Red eyes locked back in on her. She slouched. He tilted his head, taking in a breath, flicking an ear. Okay, so, he was getting through at least- talking helped. Talking let her relax- at least enough to break that painfully neutral expression, even if just for a moment. God, if this was what he could do with a few words and well-placed motions, imagine when he got to touch her. He paused. He blinked. ....That is gonna be the most satisfying second base ever. In most cases, he didn’t think of physical contact as second base. But this was Eden, and obviously, she didn’t take too kindly to strangers- her eyes were pretty, he thought.




    Perhaps his other question had been too well placed. His charming eyes, perhaps too captivating. She flinched. First a slouch, now a flinch- oh boy, oh boy he was making progress! He stared back at her, romantic eyes reading her all to well. Perhaps he was able to tell because of Dimitri. A lost soul was different from the next, he reasoned. Dimitri never smiled, Dimitri constantly looked around, after every corner, always glanced over his shoulder, flinched at yelling or loud noises- Dimitri held a certain…. emptiness.




    Eden was neutral. She masked her pain. She held the empty and forlorn gaze in her eyes- the very eyes his gaze was met with. The eyes were the tell-tale sign of life in a soul, he supposed.
    He stood up as she finally laid down, honestly not expecting her to do such a thing- perhaps he were a little startled. Oh- her walls had tumbled down.
    Perhaps she would start opening up.





    He bit his lip for a moment, his tail moving back and forth rhythmically, as if to the tune of a heartbeat, before stopping and standing straight up- as his fluffy tail did so, he locked eyes with her. She stared at him intently, as if he were diamond, and took a small, gracious step towards her. The step was cautious- he supposed that Eden liked her space. The best move to make was to respect her Eden Bubble of No-Touchy, eyes locked with her as his paw kissed the ground again, and repeated this, until he had moved all four paws just a step clo-




    She said his name. His ears angled to her. His name was like honey on her tongue, and he wanted her to say it over and over- he felt, as many had not addressed Percy by his name, unless it was to scold him. Let’s be real, with all of this, with the serenity and grace of this time with Eden, this beautiful dog-
    Percy was still the guy who could flirt with anything, and make a sex joke out of anything.





    He pushed away his intrusive thought, focus zoning in on Eden as she began to speak again, noticing that she tried to cover her beautiful face. He took another tentative step to her. A third. He clicked his tongue, ‘tsk’ing, taking a new step, nearly off the towel and standing maybe four strides away. “Not to be rude, but… I think, you are wrong.” There wasn’t a simpler way to put it. “A soul who does not believe they are special, has never been told they are special. If they were, they were never told enough times to believe it themselves.” He took a tiny step, on the edge of the towel.
    “Everyone is special. Everyone… has been hurt. Some, more than others. Some, lose too much when they are far too young. Some grow out of it, and go on. Others let their travesties hold them back- nonexistent chains.” He paused. He may be able to assess her- but he couldn’t see her past, only tell it was damaging, no, traumatizing. He leaned in, a light glow in the back of his eyes, intensifying the wine red gaze.
    “Why do you believe you are not special?”





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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]He was talking still, and she was still not listening, still trying not to feel, still failing at holding the sudden feeling back. Every second was wrenched with effort, and she was struck with the need to pant after so much exertion. Her breaths came out short, flowering in the cold air like cherry blossoms.


    What is he doing me?


    She felt like she was falling down, down, down in Alice's rabbit hole, but instead she was falling into the allure of red red eyes, obsessed with their mystic pulling. She had hated the color red. But now - now red wasn't blood, it was those oculars, those beautiful oculars. Shimmering and full of so much.


    Even when she looked away, they were burned into her sight, glowing.


    But then he was getting closer, and she had to look again - and he was right there, right in front of her again, and his face shook in her sight, blurring at the edges, the background behind him fading away so she just saw his face, his face, with just the right amount of curves and dashes and tweaks so everything was right in place and oh so perfect -


    And oh, how he smelled like roses.


    Her love for the smell of flowers had been cultivated by her first romantic interest, whom she had found in a field of flowers when they met. And now, this man was here, bringing the exact same genre of smell, and she knew that it was all over. She was shriveling, melting, shaking, because she didn't like this feel, this intense burning in her chest, one of such wanting of something that she would never possibly get. She wanted him, she wanted Percy, and her body yearned for what his warmth would feel like, what his skin against hers would cause. aka physical contact eden u dummy


    She was burning up. Distressed waves of chemicals would come off her, radiating outwards with an undeniable strength. Every word he was saying passed through her like the wind, brushing by, but they sunk in too, leaving her addicted. She wanted him to talk more and more and more, but she wanted to run away too, because she didn't want him to see her like this.


    He was speaking of special, and her brain was too pumped up on adrenaline to come up with a good response, her breath still wheezing in and out and in and out like long gasps, plumes whispering from the slight parting in her mouth and slightly clouding under her nose.


    "I - " She stopped. He was staring at her. She found herself tilting forward, then jerking backwards, then tilting forward again in an abnormal rocking movement of her torso. "I don't know. I don't know."

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    His stare was getting to her. He could tell. Percy closed his eyes thoughtfully, as if he was doing so out of sweet bliss- a movement that was light and gentle on its own- flowers might have well been floating around him, like dang.
    He looked away, gaze landing on the midnight trees of the edges of Biome Two, his head angled upwards at the branches. She laid in the cold valley of biome one, while he sat in the edge of the dark trees, his fur outlining and contrasting the black trunks and the dark leaves and the midnight blue grass. "Does one of the parts of the territory have cherry trees?" His reasoning for this question?
    Percy liked cherry blossoms- flowers in general, really. But cherry blossoms were special. When it was time, the sky would fill with the floating flower petals- a serenity and beauty unlike no other. Perhaps... They even rivaled his own beauty.
    .....Nah.


    She was nervous. Confused. Infatuated. He could tell. He could see it all.
    Percy wanted to make this wilddog feel good about herself.
    "Why do you say that?" Logic said that someone had to have done something to her, right? He tilted his head- staring at her, the bitter cold biting him again.
    African Wild dog.
    Weren't they for warmer temperatures?
    "Are you cold, Eden? You can use my blanket if you want."



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