And I wouldn't like to know you

Conor Soul · 12-10-2010, 06:08 PM

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The four legged horse was watched with interest as it appeared, wandering along the cracked pavement of a long dead society. Its face was most fascinating, but by the time the horse and its rider came within reasonable range, Conor knew with relative certainty that it was some kind of paint—or maybe, maybe a tattoo of a skull drawn over the horse’s features. Most fascinating indeed. Lavender sought out the canine seated upon the beast’s back, and found that he recognized it. When the two came closer, the scent of Inferni was unmistakable. The relationship between the two groups of canines was still not the best, but Conor personally believed that things were moving in the right direction.

A deep nod was given to the mounted canine, along with a fine smile placed on thin lips. He was positively surprised when the hybrid spoke his name. ”Yes, that is correct!” The male’s smile widened significantly. He remembered that odd meeting back in spring when he had happened to walk in on a little party in the middle of Halifax. It had been just after the end of the war, and there had been clan members there, but the atmosphere had been comfortable and relaxed. ”Cotl,” he breathed, remembering the other man well for his unique appearance and peculiar syndrome.

”Interesting mask you got there,” the Dahlian grinned, tilting his head. He had seen it used back then in spring as well. It had been quite a while since he had smoked a proper joint.

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