Contemplation, Unknown Nation (open)

[Circus Bells]

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[atrb=background,http://oi49.tinypic.com/t4wndj.jpg] [scrolly:h(250),w(240),sy] Wobbling too and fro, the purple wolf wandered, bells jangling on his paws. His eyes roved dully over the landscape before him, not really registering what he saw. His tongue lolled between sharp teeth, and though he stumbled through a puddle of water, he did not stop to drink. Circus was thinking. Snatches of wisdom and bits of songs floated through his mind, tumbling about like pups at play. Patches of calm thoughts stirred into spirals, frothed at the edges, and miraculously disappeared. Somewhere, the gods smiled, and a cool breeze kicked up. Raising his eyes to the sky, the wolf smiled. 'Where am I?" His voice was curious to listen to, rough and awkward, as though the words didn't quite know what they were supposed to be doing. They seemed to cling to the air, confused for a moment, before being absorbed into the atmosphere. "Knowing not... but knowing. I think, perhaps..." He mulled over his own words, trying to place them into a different order. "Perhaps... not." Circus smiled again, and for a moment, the world glittered in his eyes, "Such a lovely place... though... I don't still know where I am... or do I still not? No... never mind." His tail frisked back and forth, and he looked about himself. "I need... a Help. " he nodded to himself, ""Yes. A Help. Who knows what I do not about this place..." A frown creased his brow, "But... where does the Help sleep? I know not... but I shall know soon." Humming quietly to himself, he staggered off, thoughts still spinning in his mind. [/scrolly]