it wasn't dark, i just couldn't see! {meesh&aries}

[baileys]

I'M NOT A PSYCHOPATH

the first thing sherlock was aware of was how dark it was, the second thing was how cramped and the third thing was the slime. he slowly grew aware of everything else, the beating of his heart, the touch of his nose of his paws and the sound of the outside world. but he could not open his eyes, no matter how hard he tried. suddenly everything was churning and turning, as the pod slowly cracked open. within seconds, the small grey figure was tumbling through the air and landed softly on a pile of leaves. covered in sticky slime, his little eyes were still shut tightly. ears that once laid pressed against his head came up slowly, suddenly the sounds breaking through them so crisp and clear. a sudden urge told him that it was okay, his eyes could open now. and so they did, slowly opening, clearing a crisp thin layer of discharge from them. and everything was so beautiful. his developing mind had told him it was going to be dark, but it wasn't, his eyes had only been closed. from that moment on, little sherlock felt the desire to learn, to discover and to solve. with fur still slightly wet, his small paws slowly plod away from the tree. stumbling and opening his mouth, the grey pup was discovering how to use everything. plodding along, his snuffling nose came across a mouse. it squealed and tried to run, but an extended paw stopped it. closing two onto the poor helpless creature, sherlock placed an eye to it. how marvellous the thing was, running and squealing, trying desperately to escape. but sherlock was not going to let it. this was his first time investigating, learning. he noted how each time to mouse bumped into his paws, it drew back gathering its air, before going again. he then noticed the snuffling of its little nose, trying to find a path out. after a few more minutes of torture, he let it go. watching it as it went.

and so, a psychopaths life begun

I'M A HIGHLY FUNCTIONING SOCIOPATH.

[Meesh]

In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king …

Perhaps it was his pod. Perhaps some strange effects on his pod had caused him to become like this. Or perhaps he had always been like this. Really, there was no way to tell. There must have been some point, he considered idly, when he had not been aware of himself and who – and what- he was, but that time had long faded form his memory. But for the past weeks, months, in the pod, he had been completely aware. Not aspiring to leave, mind you, he knew his body wasn’t fully developed enough to survive as a fetus, but thinking, planning.
For starters, his name wouldn’t be told. He was Jim, every fiber of his being reverberated with this fact, but something as important as a name couldn’t just be shared, could it? He pondered for a few days before the thought occurred to him. Moriarty. Yes, that would do just fine. He was Moirarty, and no one would ever know otherwise.
And now, finally, Jim’s time had come. With a swipe of his long, sharp edged tail, his pod was split open, sending the newborn, but not newly awakened, reptile to the ground with a thud. He landed almost expertly on his feet, testing them with a few wobbly steps. Oh, this was so tedious- he had known about walking for days, why was the actual attempt so hard? He had things to do, places and people to take over, this was TOO SLOW.
Oh, shards it all. He needed minions. Jim’s eyes swept around the clearing – the Orchard, he corrected himself – until they fell upon a brindled grey canine, seemingly newly hatched as well.
And the moment he lay eyes on that thing, Jim was filled with a hatred, a deep and inescapable hatred the likes of which he had never felt. It was the first emotion he had ever experienced and it filled him to the bone. Oh, how he hated that canine. He couldn’t explain it, but he hated that canine.
Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the emotion faded, leaving Jim as the soulless shell he had began as. He smiled pleasantly, taking a few more wobbly steps – on his hind paws only of course, what imbecile walked four-legged? – towards the canine. “Why hello there” he purred “What a pleasure it is meeting you”

…And honey, you should see me with a crown

[Aries]

John's eyes opened for the first time, it was dark for the most part, a slightly green color with darker veining. He was in a pod, after all. He knew it couldn't be long before the tree dropped him, but if it didn't he would claw out himself. It was boring in here, he could use some action.

Swish, swish!

His pod began to swing quite violently, only seconds before it plummeted to the ground with a loud thump. It cracked on impact, making it easy to crawl his way out into the gorgeous, the feline stared at it in awe for a few moments, only getting distracted when he heard another set of thumps. Ears pricked, he looked around, a grey mottled canine say playing with a mouse nearby. Another strange creature was hobbling towards the canine, scaly and clawed. John already didn't like the creature, it was just a gut feeling that the reptile was up to no good. It spoke in a silky tone to the canine, almost a purr of sorts.

"Who are you?" he hobbled towards the two creatures as steady as he could manage.

[baileys]

I'M NOT A PSYCHOPATH

sherlock didn't like either of them. he just didn't feel emotions really. it was cold and blank, as he surveyed the two that stood before them. his pale muzzle wrinkled at the sight of the scaled/feathered creature and he stared the furry little one up and down. he sniffed slightly narrowing his eyes. that's when his true genius sprung into place, the cogs in his brain churning deeply. they both had the same sticky substance as him, obviously coming from what ever he had lived in previously. within seconds he had confirmed what these two were like. the ugly one was king looking, with a happy smiling face and a shy timid voice, the submissive curve of his body. the handsome one...well sherlock didn't know about him. the way the tongue flickered in and out, the dominating stance. the grey canid drew himself up high, towering over the felid, but no difference showing in him and the reptile. the silky voice was more inviting, more enticing to sherlocks new ears. but for some reason, a tug at his chest made him take in the felid first. "me? oh, just sherlock. yourself?" he said sharply, his voice surprisingly low from even that age. sherlock just seemed to run off his tongue, he liked the way it danced around his tongue. his gaze slowly shifted to the reptile and he said quickly: "yeah, pleasure whatever, who're you?"

I'M A HIGHLY FUNCTIONING SOCIOPATH.

[Meesh]

In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king …

The second one, the mall furry one, brought on a feeling of amusement. Not the same level of hatred as the canine, but..interesting. "Moriarty" Jim said, bowing deeply. "A deep pleasure meeting you both." he took a moment to glance both over. Neither had seemed all quite taken by him, a thought he cataloged with some annoyance. Note to Self: Work on first impressions. His smile became more friendly, a pleasurable grin coming to his face as his smirk turned into a pleasant grin. "I assume you're both new to the world as well?" his gaze swept across the view of the orchard, eyes taking in objects that were before jut concepts. He was going to rule the world, after all. Might as well get to know it.

…And honey, you should see me with a crown

[Aries]

John stared as the canine assessed both him and the reptile. He moved to stand straight, rather than crouch when the canine moved to tower above him. Once standing correct he was still shorter than the canine, but only slightly, He looked over to the reptile who bared a gross, toothy smile. It was significantly shorter than he was, but its cone shaped teeth and claws were still intimidating.

"John." he breathed smiling slightly before moving his gaze moving to the reptile as he spoke. "Yeah, tree dropped me on my head a minute ago." his expression dropping back to a frown as he stared the reptile down.

[baileys]

I'M NOT A PSYCHOPATH

sherlocks lip seemed to have this little twitch, curling up every now and again. it was almost as if he was amused by everything, laughing in their faces. moriarty and john. such boring, such bland names. he loved his, sherlock. it just seemed so interesting, so...cool. flicking his tail, he held his snout high as he glanced around. "yes, i fell from that thing. a weird thing. all of us came from there, we all have the same smell and substance on our skins. i think that's how it works, you get...somehow raised in there from a little spec and then you grow until you reach your proper size and age," he sniffled, wrinkling his muzzle slightly. this was all so boring, just standing there. his lip twitched again as his eyes scanned the surrounding area. he spotted a little stream and decided that was the place to go. with no warning, his shoulders rippled and he propelled himself forward, long legs helping him gather lots of speed and he reached the stream in no time. still boring.

I'M A HIGHLY FUNCTIONING SOCIOPATH.

[Meesh]

In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king …

Clearly he wasn't winning them over. Ah well. He had all the time in the world for that. The canine- Sherlock, he introduced himself as- turned to pad over to the stream and Jim followed, tail flicking slowly in thought. Both were larger than him, but that also meant they would be slower. A fair advantage, Jim thought. But oh, no, he knew he wasn't looking for a battle. Right now he needed allies, or perhaps minions, and these two might as well do- well, for as long as he could tolerate that canine, anyway.

"Clearly, we are all newborns. I wonder if we can track down any older than us. Perhaps they could give us some insite to this new world of ours"

…And honey, you should see me with a crown

[Aries]

John stood in awe at the canine's deduction. He hadn't even thought about if they came from the same place. let alone figured the process out. Sherlock trotted off to a stream, so John followed closely after, as did Moriarty. He decided to take a drink, this being born stuff parched him.

"We don't know what's out there, something might try to eat us, though getting out of here does sound quite nice." he shook his head to get the water off of his whiskers. The Orchard was nice and all, but surely there had to be something more interesting to do than sit around.

[baileys]

I'M NOT A PSYCHOPATH

the bright blue eyes studied the water, taking in every little detail. from how the water bounced and changed direction by just patting a stone in. flicking his grey ears, the newborn wanted them both to go away. they of course had followed him, it was only instinct. frowning heavily, he scoffed slightly at the reptiles words. "obviously we are newborns. its only logical, as i can't seem to remember past when i slid out of that... cocoon thing," he said snidely, the frown turning into a light giggle. oh this one was an idiot! but he had a point. despite learning quickly they needed to learn more. knowing out being born worked wasn't enough. he raised his head, ice eyes once again frantically searching around. but everything seemed peaceful and quiet. "i highly doubt its dangerous. why would they let children be born here, if it wasn't dangerous? no screams, no smell of death or anything. but it is boring. dull and tedious." he said it like it was common sense. john got his eyes for a couple seconds, as he shook water out of his whiskers. 'rather cute' said a little voice nagging at him for awhile now. sherlock rolled his eyes slightly and rolled his shoulders forward. smacking his lips, he kicked his paws out from under him and landed in the river. he trotted on, not caring how deep it was getting.

I'M A HIGHLY FUNCTIONING SOCIOPATH.