(M) An Incredible Discovery

POSTED: Fri Aug 06, 2010 10:49 pm

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<td><b class="red">WARNING</b> This thread contains a few instances of strong language, starting with the 4th post. Reader discretion is advised.</td>
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<p>Element stood in awe at the absolutely enormous building that shadowed the very sun. Vines and various mosses covered the entire concrete structure, so that it looked more like a greenhouse than what was supposed to be a library. Library. That was the word that intrigued Element so much; he had been wandering around Halifax for a while, but only now did he find the building with the faint but still visible slip of paper on the window saying, "Library". Element had read enough to know what a library was, and now as he looked at the simply huge building, he wondered what amasses of human knowledge and tales lay inside.
<p>Only one way to find out.
<p>He found a small crack in the building and, without another thought, slipped inside. At first his eyes had to dilate considerably to amend for the temporary darkness, but as he slipped out of the crack and into the library, his eyes widened even more.
<p>Books.
<p>Beautiful, glorious, astounding, amazing, astonishing, incredible books. They were stacked along shelves, resting open on tables, sitting, dog-eared, on chairs. A lot of them looked like they'd been recently leafed through, and Element wondered if the canines in this place already knew of this beautiful and wonderful collection of gathered knowledge.
<p>He walked along the aisles, looking up at each and every beautiful bookshelf - each seemed to reach the ceiling. He would need help to reach the ones on the top, he thought. A Luperci would be able to reach those. He eventually came across a large, floor to ceiling window; behind it were several desks that Element guessed must have been used for learning. He turned back towards the masses of shelves and books and breathed in deeply; the scent of old, yellowing paper reached inside his nose, and he knew.
<p>He knew he was home.

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POSTED: Tue Aug 10, 2010 2:56 am

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<p class="burningoutooctext">Okay, I am here!</p>

<p>He had known there to be a library in the university for a long time, but it had been just as long since he had found the time to relax with a book. It seemed like winters ago he had been woken from his rocking chair in front of the fire, the book in his scarred fingers toppled to the floor. Geneva revealed to him then that she kept a journal and commonly made entries on the enigma that was her new pack leader, not long after she had transferred from Crimson Dreams. He'd found it intriguing, and yet the brute couldn't remember if he had revealed to her his ineptitude at reading and writing. The activity came to him easier than it should, leading the brute to believe he had been capable before the knock to the head that erased his memory and reset his reading capabilities to zero. Perhaps he could have asked for the olive-eyed girl for assistance, especially now that they were again on speaking and loving terms, but the cyclops found himself straying far from Phoenix Valley instead, and through the university's tattered doors he wandered.</p>

<p>Maluki had been fond of exploration, he had been told. Jefferson was no different, though age and deathly sights of blood and murder had highly dampened the excitement he should have been feeling, that which Maluki would surely have been relishing (before he lost his sanity, of course). The building reeked of age and mold, the floorboards creaking beneath his every step; it was as if simply willing it might make the floors collapse, and yet the cyclops wandered on, the scent of dust stinging his nose. Books were his intention, a cover that looked interesting enough to choke his way through the text, one word at a time, sounding out syllables aloud only when he was ensured complete privacy. His good arm pushed at a door and at last the library lay before his eyes. The brute stared, utterly overwhelmed by the multitude of texts, before he sauntered through the door.</p>

<p>A second scent—though unsurprisingly shrouded out by wafts of aged paper—caught his senses as his green eye fell upon what appeared to be a small, black cat amongst the books. He paused mid-step, staring at it (his instincts flaring, but there was no need to chase a small animal that would surely outrun him in such cluttered space), before simply continuing on, his eye gazing over the books. It was rare to find a feline, but surely the thing would be as useless conversationally to him as the average prey rabbit.</p>
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POSTED: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:16 pm

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<div class="elementbluooc">Yay! And absquatulate? Where do they get these words? XD</div>
<p>Element's emerald eyes wandered across the many books, gazing at the beauty that was before him. Never before had he seen so <i>many!</i> He'd seen the occasional page on the floor in the forest, barely readable, and once in a blue moon he would find the remnants of what obviously was a book. But these...these seemed in a much better condition. They were all covered in a delicate plastic slip, as to protect them from the elements. The ebony feline snorted at the thought; no binding in the world would protect those books from this Element. He rose, first standing, wobbly, on his hind legs, then resting his forepaws on a low shelf as to balance himself. He glanced at the titles of the books and found one that lit a lightbulb in his mind; the Lord of the Rings.
<p>Where had he heard that before? No matter. He batted at the book several times, and each bat failed to loosen the book from its resting place. Frustrated, he used his other paw and tried to bat at it, but nothing came of the futile attempt. Finally, he tucked his paw underneath the large book and slid it out. It landed on its binding and flopped open on the floor. Element quickly withdrew his paws from the shelf and stood on his four paws again, using one to open the book to the first page.
<p><b>"The Lord of the Rings,"</b> he said, reading the title out loud in wonder. <b>"By J. R. R. Tolkien."</b> Those words seemed so familiar, somehow, but he failed to remember where they had come from. Had he read something like this before?
<p>A noise snapped him out of his reverie. Looking up sharply, he saw that a Luperci was walking along the shelves. He must have been there for several minutes, Element realized, but he, in his interest, had failed to see him. The wolf was littered in scars; around his middle, on his arms, on his head. Everywhere. He seemed to have only one good arm, as the other simply hung limply. He also seemed to have just one eye; the other was closed, a V shaped scar covering it. Questions filled Element's mind; this Luperci obviously had been in many fights. Whether or not he started them was another matter. Element inched away, taking his book with him; if this Luperci was hostile, he could always absquatulate.

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POSTED: Wed Aug 11, 2010 1:26 am

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<p class="burningoutooctext">XD Also, just so you know, Jefferson's bad arm is held in a sling. It is pretty limp in there, though. :3</p>

<p>The clouds of dust he kicked up from the floorboards tickled and itched at his nose, but the aggravating feeling was dispersed only through incessant snorting and sniffling of the male. His scarred fingertips brushed and bumped over the spine of books on the shelves as he moved along slowly, the dust sticking to his fingertips and leaving long, clean lines on the texts already passed. His green eye searched the spines, steps pausing only to pull out a few sparse books with mildly interesting covers. He struggled through fancier fonts that named the titles as if reading another language altogether, and if he found the title too difficult to read, the book was just as readily stuffed back into the shelf.</p>

<p>It was at this point a loose floorboard tripped him, and the brute went stumbling forward—<b>"Fuck!"</b>—into another, free-standing shelf. With the force of his weight it unbalanced, tipping on creaking boards; Jefferson quickly seized one of its shelves with both arms and steadied it, only to withdraw hissing and holding his arm. These days it seemed to take less and less exertion of the muscles in his bad arm to set it aflame with pain, something Jefferson could attribute only to his age. He swore a long line of curses beneath his breath, frowned something terrible, and kicked at a book on the floor out of pure frustration. It went spiraling into an opposite wall and erupted into a cloud of dust, the cover easily breaking off from the pages and exploding into a heap of papers that sank to the floor. With a searing eye, the Patriarch held his arm and glared daggers at the innocent book, finding the need to blame it for all that happened in such a short time.</p>


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POSTED: Fri Aug 13, 2010 1:36 pm

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<p>Element let his paw caress the opening page of the book. Everything about this was somehow incredibly familiar - the title, the author, even the smell of the pages as he inhaled. Element leaned closer to the book, about to drink in the words laid out there, when he heard a the Luperci next to him shout <i>"Fuck!"</i>. Shocked by this sudden use of language, he began to look up when he heard a low groan - looking up in astonishment, he saw that one of the shelves was tipping downward. Looking over to the Luperci, he saw him steady it, then withdraw quickly and let loose another stream of curses. Element, ruffled by the incident, inched even further away and brought his book with him. Over here, the air was scented with attar, and Element noted that vines had grown here. Small flowers bloomed on it.
<p>About to start reading again, Element bent down over his book. And it was a good thing he did - within seconds, another book zoomed over his head and exploded in a frenzy of pages and dust and leather binding behind him. Looking up in shock, Element found the Luperci glowering at it. He had kicked that book!
<p>Element glared at the Luperci. <b>"If what you're here for is to go and kick books about,"</b> he said angrily, <b>"you might as well not be here at all!"</b>

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POSTED: Fri Sep 03, 2010 4:40 pm

[html]<div align="center"><div class="jefferson"><p align="right"><i>Back from absence, sorry for the wait! Jeffers is swearing up and down, so I added in a warning thinger in your first post and put in a mature tag. Hope that's okay! XD He should be done being so angry after this post though. He is just in pain. ;-;</i>

<p>In the span of those few short seconds spent tripping, panicking, and saving a collection of books in its tipping shelf—at the expense of the one older, punted book—Jefferson completely forgot that he had even seen that small feline somewhere in the room. Had he remembered, perhaps, the cyclops might not have unleashed his fury on the textbook for the sake of the cat's safety—he was still trying to compensate for old, unforgivable crimes, and there was no reason to add to the list. But his glowering, wretched stare at the now destroyed book across the room was pulled away by the reappearance of the small, black thing.</p>

<p>However, Jefferson was already pissed off, and it was best not to fan at the flames of that fury. A rage induced by the searing pain in his arm, of course, was the worst rage the cyclops knew.</p>

<p><b>"Oh, shut the fuck up,"</b> the beast roared, the green of his eye burning orange in its center. <b>"Maybe you'd rather I eat your fucking scholarly head instead, huh? You can document every goddamn piece of it on the way down. I'll contact the fucking publisher!"</b></p>

<p>Jefferson clamped his jaws together, panicked fingertips digging into the wretched skin and muscle of his scarred and hanging arm. <b>"Shit!"</b> he hissed to himself as he turned his back to the feline, hanging over his arm as the throbbing pain pulsated through every vein.</p>

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POSTED: Sat Sep 04, 2010 1:37 pm

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<div class="elementdarkooc">Sure! And LOL at 'eat your scholarly head'! xD And that's alright. :3 Sorry for the lame-o post. x.x</div>
<p><i>"Oh, shut the fuck up! Maybe you'd rather I eat your fucking scholarly head instead, huh? You can document every goddamn piece of it on the way down. I'll contact the fucking publisher!"</i>
<p>Element's green eyes flared at the words. To him, this place was almost sacred - to curse in it in such an ugly and rude manner? How...undivine! How crude! Element had almost never come across such language - he was a cat who knew many words, but none such as these. Although he wasn't familiar with the curses, he did know that they weren't words meant to be polite - and he was about to spit out a nasty retort when he noticed that the wolf was, instead of glaring at Element angrily like he'd expect, clutching his arm in an almost pathetic manner. The wolf was quiet now.
<p>In a matter of seconds, Element's brain processed this information - it was obvious this wolf was hurt. From an old injury? Or was he just insane? He peered around the wolf's body to see that he was almost cradling his arm, his lower lip bit in what seemed to be pain and frustration. Before Element could stop himself, the little bit of medical knowledge he knew slipped out of his mouth; <b>"I'd hold it above your head if I were you. It stops the throbbing."</b>

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POSTED: Fri Sep 10, 2010 3:57 pm

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<p>In the midst of his frustration and pain, the feline's tiny voice reached out once more. Bubbling rage still boiled in his chest, but the cat was in no way at fault; the cyclops, still holding dear to his throbbing, torn arm, cast a glowing eye over his shoulder at the small black thing. Had he still maintained the madness of Maluki, the cat would be ripped in two and either discarded or feasted upon by that point—but Jefferson, knowing his limits and using them well, simply held his jaws shut and allowed his freakish rage to subside.</p>

<p>With a wincing eye and scowl, he raised the arm above its normal level. Blood flow within it automatically regulated and the pulsating pain deadened. The brute inhaled a long breath, held it, and released as his gloriously scarred and ripped arm was pulled down from show. He leaned with it as if every muscle weighed double, a hollow look about his face as it surrendered to its sling across his chest once more and, with a last sigh, the brute turned around.</p>

<p><b>"I'm sorry,"</b> he grunted, green eye pointed elsewhere. <b>"When the damn thing hurts, it..."</b> He stopped himself, shaking his head. There were no excuses. He looked next at the book that had been punted and its demolished heap along the wall. The brute stepped to its side and reached for it, but found it collapsed into further wreckage at his touch. <b>"This thing's wasted,"</b> he scowled, but began to collect the pieces nonetheless.</p>
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POSTED: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:41 pm

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<div class="elementdarkooc">Sorry for the wait! And about T.S. Eliot being right next to Tolkien...I thought that maybe the Luperci would have read the books and jumbled them up so the library's former order didn't really count anymore? If it bothers you, though, I can change it. ^^ "</div>
<p>Element took another wary step backward as he felt strings of raging emotion reach over to him from the wolf. Element had the uncanny ability of almost being able to sense emotions - though he mostly smelled it. And now, he caught the scent of unbridled anger rising from within the wolf, and prepared himself to spring away as the wolf glowered at him, fury in his eyes.
<p>Suddenly, the wolf raised his arm above his head, and Element had to pause in his tracks to gaze at the arm. Suddenly, the anger and rage of the wolf clicked in his head and almost made sense - this arm was mangled, mauled. Scarred. It looked as though it had been ripped from the jaws of a bear - what on Earth could have done that much damage? Element almost winced in sympathy with the poor wolf as he once again lowered his arm into a small white thing that dangled from his neck and hung around his mid-section. It seemed like it helped him cope.
<p>No matter how much pain the wolf had gone through, however, Element didn't feel like becoming a meal just to comfort him. He bunched the muscles in his hind legs, about to leap. However, words from the wolf's mouth reached him from the front of the library, and Element stopped himself. "I'm sorry. When the damn thing hurts, it..."</i> The wolf trailed off, and Element stopped himself from bounding away. He was sorry, and Element knew how hard it was to control anger when you were very angry, and particularly in pain. And remembering the mangled arm he'd seen a few moments ago, Element felt like he understood completely. He knew what pain was, and how hard it was to resist the urge to yell out loud at everything and anything in sight.
<p>The wolf then began to pick up the pieces of the book, although Element knew it was useless. He padded over to where the tattered remains were, and dragged a piece towards him. It was a single sheet of paper. Element looked at the top of the paper and read the words there out loud;
<p><b>"The Wasteland,"</b> he read, and felt a slight shiver at the words. He then looked at the faded words underneath and read the most legible ones. <b>"'At the violet hour,'"</b> he quoted in a breathless whisper, <b>"'When the eyes and back turn upward from the desk...when the human engine waits like a taxi, throbbing, waiting.'</b> The words hung there almost ominously - an unfinished piece of a finished work waiting for the rest to be discovered. But the rest was faded away to a light, blotched writing that Element could not make out.
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