CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

The cat nudged against the jaguar's leg in greeting. Hello, friend. Watch it, wolfie, this one's got more claws than I do, she purred.

Erou's ears went back. /Not nearly as fun./
It was Creo's turn to laugh. /I rather like her./ She tilts her head in curiosity, her ears pricking up. /Anyone to get on your nerves./
Erou growled low at her, snapping at her again though he doesn't get as much of a reaction as last time.

Adali settled, pulling back from her offensive crouch into one of formality and nobility. Our humans certainly know how to get themselves into unfavorable conditions. She said with as much elequence as she could muster, having much rather grumbled.

In other words, our lives' lives suck, the cat said. but it's probably their fault.

The sharp features of Adali's face dissapeared for a moment as she turned back to look at her human. "Supid little one..." She said quietly, sadness soaking her tone.

Erou snickered again. /She's annoyed, she's annoyed.../
/Erou!/ Creo grumbled, growling herself.
He narrowed his eyes at her. /Creo, it's not like The Creator to threaten./
She silences again, looks away. /Do not mistake me for yourself, Destroyer./

The cat continued. But sometimes the good life isn't the right life, hm? She looked back at her human for a fleeting second.

...and you're all gone.

The cat's eyes flicked to the horse's life, and then her own. Mine doesn't exactly have the poshest life either. But what can I say? He chose that. She swished her tail. Depending on what's meant by good, he could have had a good life. Better, anyhow. But his pride and conscience got in the way. He'd much too stubborn, you know, she said, though she said it with a hint of pride. Cricket had chosen to be hated, no matter what he thought, and she was glad of that. He wouldn't be Cricket without that choice.

/Erou is The Destroyer./
/Creo is The Creator./ Erou turns serious. /We must balance./
Creu grumbles something annoyed.

The dog cocked his head at that. Yin yang.

/Beg to differ/ Creo murmurs.
Erou laughs. /We cannot totally destroy or create. We are a weapon, but we are also the peace keeper./

To the cat, I said, My life didn't choose his...er...life, but he stuck with it. Turning to the wolves, I spoke, As for you two, I really don't see any reason for you to 'balance.' You're separate entities, even if you have the same body. You're souls, for crying out loud, not the embodiments of creation and destruction. I'd appreciate it if you didn't act so high and mighty. I'd tell you to get off your high horses, but that would be an odd thing to say, given...well, you know.

The dog snickered. He kinda liked that horse...

Creo's ears went back confused. /That was why we were made.../

That might be why your body was made, but not you. You're souls. And just so you know, you and your lives have existed for eons before you were jammed into that body. You've lived countless, separate lifetimes before, and you'll do it again. And by the way, you're certainly not limited by what your creator or whatever tells you to do. So what if your body was fabricated? You're your own entity, and you can do whatever the hell you want.

Creo was just more confused. /Separate?/
/Not possible. We are two halves of the whole/ Erou barked.

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Your body might be one whole, I informed, getting a little annoyed, but you two aren't. You're souls! The halves are the the life and the soul, not the soul and the soul. You have two lives and two souls, two pairs. One does not wear one right sneaker and one right boot. Likewise, a soul can not be the counterpart of another soul! You might've grown up thinking that way, but it's not true. You have two separate pairs in that body. Two different people. Again, you're not the embodiments of creation and destruction. Just ask me, and I'll tell you exactly how small and insignificant you are. How we all are.

Creo shied away from the horse and nuzzled Erou for comfort. He curls around her, ears back, watching Aiolli.

hi people ~

hello

dangit...hard to continue without winter...

very true....

we could...........go into Quincy and Crook's past?

Ooh sounds fun. Hmm...how they met or something?