Walk . Talk . Think
'Babe' was an unfamiliar word, oddly enough, to the charcoal tipped ears of the coymutt Lykoi. They twitched atop her head, brushing back stray locks of waved chestnut hair from; Cotl's way of speaking was an interesting one, and it kept her busy as she listened. The accent, heavier now as a presumable result of his binging on narcotics and alcohol, laquered each syllable in a unique casing. He didn't even miss a beat when his sentences were interrupted by the miscellany. Subconsciously, she marveled at his level of control over the involuntary.
“So long as you don't lock the door, I'll stay here as long as you want.” It was suggestive, and punctuated with a short laugh, cut off by the turn of topic. Izaak. A young man she had met only briefly. Izaak was the owner of the albino reindeer, Blitzen; one she helped capture. Strange enough that a sense of forboding fell over the Lykoi. Something bad had happened in her absence, to the pack. To her home. To her family.
She only gave a subtle nod, choosing not to acknowledge the subject. There were simply things she didn't want to know. Following the nod came a raise of her hand, gesturing to the rust-hued male that she didn't want a hit from anything; she was clear headed for once, and didn't want to change that. Maybe Andrezej couldn't get her in the sober reality that she had entered. Did it really matter if she was happy? Certainly not.
Ende. Death. Her ruby eyes cast a solemn gaze over the interior of the room as she locked the word into her mind. Did the word suit the setting? Death was cold. Death was lonely. Death was harsh. As she sat with the Imaginifer, she didn't feel anything but comfortable. His devilish grin helped sooth her nerves, even bringing a subtle smile to her own lips; the smile grew as he expressed interest in what she needed. Her mind clicked over necessities, wondering if she had things. A blanket, some sheets, a wornout mattress. Liquor.
“A bedmate would be nice. Don't suppose you have one lying around.&rdquo The female chortled, amused by her own words, and let herself fall back against the flag on the bed.
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