what's your R U S H ? (OPEN)

[ironic]

Shhhhh...shhhh. The world was silent, and calm, and the breeze that blew fruit scents through the world acted as a cradle for the young male. It rocked him gently in his incubation-induced slumber. The nourishing pod brushed gently across leaves of the tree which help him, shhhh, shhhhhh. The noise was calming. In fact, it was so calming that the golden boy didn't even notice when his pod gently moved towards the ground, and opened.

A yawn slipped from between his jaws, sweet like sugar, the baby's first breath, and he curled up within his nectar-filled pod, fur completely covered in the sugar-y stuff. Oggie, Oggie darling, time to wake up. The voice in the back of his head seemed almost motherly, and the ditzy boy felt almost compelled to follow it's order.

This isn't home. Eyes fluttered open and the orchard that the boy had lived in his entire life seemed so unfamiliar, so bright. So lonely. In the small pod, being alone was okay. There was no room to share; none at all, but now there was this entire world. Was it as empty as his pod? Was there no one to share with?

A whine left the boy, and he stared at his new home. It was filled with trees, and smelled of decaying fruit. Sour, yet earthy; pleasant. His new home was pleasant. Tail wagged softly behind the strangely built canine, and tongue slipped from his mouth as he panted slightly.

His stomach growled. Eat darling. He once again felt as though he should listen. He did. The newly born canine rose to his feet awkwardly, so new to such a thing, and had his head lower to lap at the nectar. Had it always tasted so sweet? At the moment the boy wasn't entirely sure if he had ever even tasted it before. Oh well, with this new freedom, there was plenty of room to learn, now wasn't there?

Ognian rose to his feet, tail swaying gently behind him, and he moved out of his sticky-sweet pod, over towards another tree not too far away. Leaves clung to his legs as he moved, but careless Ognian didn't mind. Leaves were pretty. They were soft. They were delicate. He smiled. So pretty.

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PUPPET, ognian
TAGGED, none/open
WORDS, three hundred, ninety one words
MUSE, four out of ten
COMMENTS, isn't ognian a sweetie? <3

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[atrb=background,http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm184/pikachu59013/laurencetablemid.png] The world was quickly warming up to him, the blue of the sky, the green, soft grass beneath his delicate paws. Large things towered above him all around, and when he sniffed them they smelled akin to the grass he walked on. This new world was quite the experience. He was seeing, feeling and smelling something new seemingly every second. As he explored his new playground, he began to feel lonely. Each little blade of grass had a friend-- had a group of friends even!-- while he had no one but the little voice of intelligence within his mind. The clouds in the sky had friends too, as they drifted along through the air going no where in particular. Laurence sighed as he picked his way carefully along the ground, his lavender eyes scanning for any signs of movement. He seemed to be able to pick up on that very well, and every rustling leave caught his attention. For some reason he had the urge to jump on everything that wiggled, and he had quite a bit of trouble controlling that impulse. That and when he lashed out with his paws, he couldn't keep those claws that were so well hidden within his paws when at rest from slipping out. A noise caused his ears to flick and twitch and reposition themselves upon his head. He peered around and noticed another canine, looking much like the female he'd met earlier. This one was different, though. He had a more rusty appearance, with a golden pelt, and gave Laurence the impression that he was friendly, if a bit rambunctious. Leaves from the large kin of the grass, the trees, clung to his legs for some reason. Did some canines grow leaves instead of fur? The dark female didn't have any leaves, or grass for that matter. But, then again, it seemed each creature was different. Laurence's lavender eyes followed the male canine as he trotted along between trees. They narrowed into curious slits, before he followed after the male. He ran silently, the way felines can, with his belly close to the ground. The white cat drew closer to the golden-furred dog and then slowed to a gentler pace. His movements became more fluid, and he seemed to float over the ground, much like the apparition he resembled. Finally, he slowed to a stop, the tip of his tail twitching anxiously. Should he speak the first words, or see if this canine had already found his tongue? Laurence decided he should sit and wait, perched there like a statue. The only thing that was moving was the occasional flicker of an ear, blink of an eye or twitch of his tail. tagged; ognian, anyone! lyrics; --- count; 446 words notes; nopenop

[ironic]

The sticky nectar was beginning to dry, and dry nectar was not fun. How do I get it off though? Newborn boy was becoming flustered if anything, and slightly upset. How did you get this stuff off? Well it tasted good, if not a bit too sweet, so why not lick it off?

The boy tried, to the best of his ability, but by the time he began liking dirt and leaves from his fur, he become discouraged, and he was full. Boy didn't want to eat any more nectar-fur-dirt-leaf mixture. Didn't didn't taste as good as it did when it was straight from the pod, and it made him cough.

Being distracted, Oggie didn't quite notice the other creature appearing, and was far too busy to remember being lonely. That damn sticky fur was just too distracting for such a thing. He frowned at his shiny, golden fur, covered in the glue-like substance, entirely unable to get it off. The boy rose to his paws and tried to shake it off. The only thing he suceeded in was getting his fur stuck together in awkward uncomfortable lumps. A frown settled on his face, and a whine trickled down from his muzzle. Poor, clueless Ognian.

Head would move, and pretty brown eyes would settled upon a milky form with amythests for eyes, and he'd giggle a bit, his fur issues entirely forgotten, "You look funny!" Clueless Oggie seemed entirely unaware of his own looks at the moment. In truth, he'd never even seen himself, or any other's besides the white....the white....the white he-didn't-know-what-to-call-it. In truth, he very well could have been the odd one out, and been staring at an entirely normal creature. Newborn didn't have a clue. All he know was that the white thing didn't look like the pod, the trees, or the leaves.

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PUPPET, ognian
TAGGED, laurence, open
WORDS, three hundred, twelve
MUSE, four out of ten
COMMENTS, oggie's so silly. <3

[ephemeral]

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[atrb=background,http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm184/pikachu59013/laurencetablemid.png] The dog seemed irritated at the leaves growing from his fur, and began to lick and chew at them. Laurence was pretty sure that the dog was eating the stuff he managed to get off his skin, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. Even though he didn't know much about this new world he had quite literally dropped into, he was sure that it was not normal for the creatures who lived there to eat themselves. After it seemed like he had eaten enough of himself, the golden-furred dog coughed, and Laurence had half a mind to just up and leave, to remove himself from such an awkward situation. Laurence decided to stay, for whatever reason. Maybe he was just interested to find out why this strange canine had been eating himself, or why he had leaves growing from his skin like fur. He watched with a calm demeanor as the dog shook out his rather ragged, golden coat and then whined. It was then the dog's head turned and amber eyes locked on Laurence. It was about time he was noticed, he felt like he'd been sitting there forever. The dog giggled and said, "You look funny!" Laurence offered a slight smile at this, and supposed he did look funny to the dog. But on the contrary, this dog was quite the sight as well. "Oh, do I?" Laurence countered, a purr of amusement lacing his tone. "Well, I bet I do. You're pretty... extravagant yourself, there." Seeing the messy state of this strange dog spurred him to peer at his own crisp fur. It all looked nice, soft and in place, but he still couldn't resist the urge to pull a paw to his lips and lick it before drawing it over his ears. There, that's much better, Laurence sighed to himself before fixing the larger creature in his lavender gaze once more. tagged; ognian, anyone! lyrics; --- count; 316 words notes; nopenope

[ironic]

The ditzy creature would just smile, almost blankly for a while before realizing that because of this creature, he wasn't alone! His world had someone else in it, and if anything that pleased him. Tail would wag pleasantly behind him as he watched the smaller, nameless creature before him. The compliment only made him happier.

Tail was moving at what must have been the speed of light before he responded, "Why of course I do!" Oh, Ognian dearest, can't you see sarcasm when it's there? Apparently not.

The clean feline was just a funny little creature, and Oggie couldn't help but move closer to it, and attempting to press his sticky face to the white creature's, almost curiously. The newborn was just too curious about it. It wasn't to be rude or anything, more so just an impulse that he felt the need to follow.

"What's your name? I'm Ognian!" The name just seemed to be within his name, a label he didn't mind, and therefore kept. He felt that it was a good, fitting name, and because of it, kept it. It was a fun name, just saying the syllables was interesting to the boy, and he liked it. Besides, the pretty voice in his head had called him Oggie to wake him up. Oggie could easily be short for Ognian. Yes, Oggie. He liked that.

An ear would flick slightly, and he'd pull his head back, away from the other creature, and plop his rump into the leafy ground below, getting more foliage stuck to him. Oh well, he didn't see it at the moment, so it wasn't bothering him. Besides, he was just enjoying the fact that there was something else in his world.

Waking up to imagine himself being as lonely as he had been within his pod wasn't fun, and now he had someone else. This was his new friend. Yes, he liked that idea. The funny little currently nameless creature was his friend, and he would keep it safe and nearby and never be lonely in this world that he believed to only hold himself and his cat 'friend'.

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PUPPET, ognian
TAGGED, laurence, open
WORDS, three hundred, eighty two
MUSE, five out of ten
COMMENTS, nope.