Valor and Rust [open]

[I L Y I C H]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2my7ui9.jpg] The dead were everywhere, be them walking or not. Such a thing could be expected, though and the fox moved past them easily enough. He himself was little worried by the outside world, and his nimble step gave away every ounce of smug amusement in his cold little soul. Paradox lifted his snout to the sun, lips peeling back in a cruel grin. This area once called Greenfield now ran the opposite hue. Irony was a thing the small canine could appreciate, and the constantly shifting forms before his eyes agreed readily. Then again those damn conformists never disagreed. Slightly miffed by this all too real annoyance, the man let slide his mind and drew himself back into the present.Waving off the misty fingers of the false creatures he turned deceptive ginger eyes back to the asphalt. This world had fallen some rungs in the past few decades. Once proud house fronts had fallen into blood streaked disrepair. Maybe it was just rust. On further inspection Paradox settled on his previous thought. Rust didn't splatter like that. Ah but it was deeply amusing to him, as he walked in his waving fashion amongst the dead and putrefying dwellings, to think that humans had in fact finally killed themselves. Paradox let his smug smile twitch into something far more perverse in its hatefulness. The two legged monster's had finally committed their act of mass suicide those fifteen years ago. But they had left those odd rapid things behind. Zombies. A different breed perhaps, and one far too animal for the fox's liking. After centuries of being told through generations that man had lost it's instinct, a thing all too comforting, they had been proven wrong. Man did in fact hold its instinct in that bloody pit int he back of their minds. Not that it helped them much now that blood thirst had overtaken them. Large ears twitching Paradox drew his gradated silver body to the side, moving from asphalt to concrete. The different touch cooled the thick pads on the underside's of his toes, but did little to draw him out of the reserve thoughts that had pulled his mind deeper into itself. At least the human's couldn't control their instinct. So the saying would go from 'non instinct so no animal' to 'no balance and so no usefulness'. Not that man had ever been useful to begin with.

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[B H U V A N A]

It was odd, the feeling of decaying flesh swirling in the puddled earth. That sky had not ceased its marking this world for some time. Stoichiometry could not remember a dry day, she was sure it had been raining since she was dropped by the stork from the heavens. Sun? What’s that? A warm star? What’s a star? They’re behind the clouds? What’s a cloud? Isn’t that vast blackness above us just the sky?

Shaking away the persistent ponderings, she dipped down her overweight skull and rested up upon the empty cavity of a fallen man. She eyed the skeleton with curiosity, wondering what its life could have been like. Wondering how his death had been. The stench was something she was accustomed to, for decay was like rain; she knew no other way.

A mild movement brought her eyes swiveling towards the concrete path that sat not too great a distance away. A fox-like canine stalked along, intent on whatever it was dogs often did in the day. Stoichiometry stood, eyes and ears alert, as she broke into a gallop. “Hello? Oh, sir! Wait for me!” She had not spoken with another in so long that she could not help but force an awkward demand into her tone. This man would stop and wait for her. They would have a nice conversation.

And, yes, she would call him her friend.

OOC//: It has been too long since I had to RP in 3rd person...I had to go back and fix it because I just used I and my and such by instinct xD

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2my7ui9.jpg] The voice came as a surprise, not that he would show a single ounce of it. He had ever right to be surprised, Paradox countered, turning harsh ginger eyes towards the source of his start. Everything was bigger then him. Especially that over sized puppy tearing towards him. Jesus, was that even a dog? Size difference allotting some amount of anxiety, Paradox never the less pulled on a charming smile. Fear was a weakness he did not feel, and any anxiety was simply made by suppressed instinct. This set right in his mind, the fox turned fully to face the girl rushing after him. An awkward voice this one had. A child caught up in a heavy frame. Squeaky when it should be powerful. A strong feeling of superiority filled Paradox as he waited for the girl. And with that emotion he would allow her to catch up. Grace her with his thoughts or actions. The man had a constant surge of superiority, but when it was encased in his skull in reference to such a large animal he could not help but hold onto the high. Then again the big ones always did have the smallest brains. The hateful air to his inner monologue aside, Paradox gave off an outwardly welcoming air. It was an interest to him, learning everything he could from everyone around him, and if this girl wanted to talk to him on her own incentive. Black ears standing tall on his head Paradox did not hid his curiosity. "Hello to you as well Madame." Voice warm with the smallest hint of condescension, the thin rough furred fox smiled blithely upwards. Pulling up a false tone of concern the man walked towards the ambling creature, pausing where they could reach one another. "What are you doing out here all alone, child? Its so dangerous!" You might run into danger. You might run into a zombie. Or a regular run of the mill psychopath. Paradox's ginger eyes pooled with vile hatefulness above the warmth of his faulty grin.

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[B H U V A N A]

Huffing, the girl found herself beside the man, smile neatly in its proper face on her offscale skull. Did he just say the world was dangerous? Hardly. It was normal. Dangerous would be when friends can no longer be trusted; when enemies and friends look earily similar. Stoichiometry did not utter the words for a moment, merely examining this brute with an intense, yet amusingly friendly, stare.

"Friend," ah, there the title was, "danger is a non-existant concept. Those stupid zombies are so in your face about their evilness that it is easy to know you best be running long before they get near." So sure the girl was, she lifted her chin proudly at the considerable wisdom; or what she thought was wisdom. Fact of the matter was, she never quite considered her human's betrayal as a little red flag to how lethal the world could be.

She forgot to consider that everything wasn't as black and white as she hoped.

"Sir, if you do not hold offence in my asking, what are you? It is clear your age surpasses my own, and yet size denies you. Of course, strength means nothing in a battle of wits, which is what this world calls for in order to survive."

Smile in place, the woman sat gingerly on her rump with her tail in a neat circle around careless paws.

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