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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 12:45 pm
Slowly, the nightmare's maw curled into a slight snarl, and thought albeit silent, his ears flopped to flatten against the nape of his neck. There was no reason for him to be there, yet Oswald figured that being outside was just as well; inside... there were others after all, and he'd always preferred solitude. The fact everything was so peaceful unsettled him though, and he found himself allowing his long, serpentine tongue to dip in and out of his beak-like maw; an attempt to scent the air for something, anything that would indicate there was more to the day than just sitting motionless.
Despite his efforts, the nightmare soon grew bored and thus closed his eyes completely, his arms crossed over his chest elegantly as he tried to sleep some hours away. Nighttime would come, he figured, and with night, the opportunity to do something or other. He was sure of it. Letting out a sigh, then Penguin licked his maw and settled himself into a more comfortable position, his bangs soon enough shadowing his monocle and his eyes, leaving them in darkness. No movement henceforth followed, other than that of a small bird that slowly fluttered from the tree to perch itself upon the tip of the black male's horn.
It's twittering was all what Oswald heard as he allowed himself to fall somewhere between the realm of dreams and that of the living; he wasn't entirely out of it, but enough so that he seemed to no longer be paying perfect attention to his surroundings.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 1:07 pm
The sound of boots on a path could be heard as Jack walked from the Mountain's cabin. Click, click, click they went, louder when he went over rocks. He was obviously known of his eyeliner that was quite smudged and looked rather nasty. He needed to find a source of water to wash it off, and to possibly put it on again.
Jack let off a sigh, rubbing his eyes, tired and looking a little blood-shot. "I hate waking up too early..", he mumbled, retracing the hours he was asleep. "And the light..", he mumbled, slipping his goggles over his eyes to protect them from the sun.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 2:20 pm
Had it not been for the clickity-clinking up the path and the light mumblings of the other male, Oswald was sure he'd have drifted off to sleep. As it was however, life had decided against allowing him to waste the day away, and thus the nightmare slipped one yellow hued eye open, growling deep in his chest as he did so, "You know, kid; they say that talking to one self is a clear sign of insanity," the words were directed at jack as he walked up the path; Oswald's position under the tree, hidden in shadows, had kept him relatively hidden till that moment however.
His eyes, those of a nightmare, not stitched, glittered in the darkness after all, they made it hard for the black kitsu to be missed, "Are you insane?" seeing as he could not sleep, the anthro figured he'd entertain himself, and Jack... was the only kitsu that'd walked by for hours now. Sitting up slightly, he grabbed the umbrella that had been safely settled against the tree trunk before standing up his full height.
It was rather an amusing sight however, for though he was a nightmare male, and an anthro at that, his full height wasn't all that intimidating at all; he was in fact, rather short for an anthro, "Also," a pause as he allowed his serpentine tongue out and then back in before motioning to him with his beak, "What the hell is with the make up anyhow? Last I checked, it was females that liked that," another pause as he sniffed the air, "And you're a male, as far as my nose's concerned."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 3:23 pm
Stopping in his path, he heard the voice speak to him. Turning slowly, he faced the anthro nightmare, he thinned his eyes, as the sun was a bit bright. Slipping his goggles over his eyes to protect them, he answered the Oswald with a Jack-like reply.
"I am, but, it's apart of my style. Makes me stand out from a villain," he yawned deeply, stretching his slender body. "But, I do mumble to myself on occasion," he looked back, then back to him, "..Evil geniuses get lonely sometimes. Okay?"
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