[M] blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.

Tawny Wagner · 12-01-2011, 09:58 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, ALCOHOL usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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lol sup betch? 8D LET'S GET WRECKED

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Wretch was an adorable young woman. She was shy and so innocent, always looking around nervously and she almost had a stutter just like the dark brown female. Just sitting with the little light gray coyote brought a small smile to Tawny’s scarred face, thinking about what Wretch would say or do next. At the moment, thinking about their short time together, the wolf was ransacking a small house on the outskirts of what looked to maybe be an old farm. There were three buildings and two were too broken down for her to get in without killing herself. This one was falling apart, but easy enough to slip into. Once she was in and able to rummage around, she found a few things that were rather pleasing.

Almost all of her bags had been left about two miles away, buried under a fallen tree so no scavengers would stumble upon them and steal anything. While the girl was fairly altruistic before all the stuff had gone down with Fang and the coyote…now not so much. Letting people take the things that she had worked so hard for wasn’t something she’d be pleased to see anymore. There was one small, lone bag strapped around her shoulders, just waiting to find something new and special. Most of the doors on the cabinets were cracked and broken, mice and bugs skittering around on the floors. Tawny pushed one little door open and jerked her hand back when it fell to the floor. Ignoring the possibility of there being a poisonous thing hiding in there, she reached in and felt around.

The pads of her fingers brushed over something cold, it was glass. Gripping it, she pulled the medium sized bottle out and grinned when she saw it was half full of golden liquid. Stowing it away in her bag, she stood up on her toes and reached in again…then again and again. There was a total of five bottles, and three of them were full and had never been opened. A few more things were found, silverware that needed polishing, a few pieces of ratty clothing, and then she was ready to leave. Getting out of the front door was harder than getting in, and a few pieces of the framing falling down on her head and shoulders. Yelping, she jumped out of the way and started running, happy with her find and laughing loudly as the bottles in her bag clinked with every step she took.

As she drew closer to the spot where her bags were buried. On the way she couldn’t help but think that she wished she had someone there to share her spoils with. After living with Ichika and Anathema for a while, being so lonely was so foreign. Once there, she collapsed back against the fallen tree and yawned, threw her head back, and let out a call. Perhaps it was a risky thing to do because she was alone now…but at this point she just didn’t really care.

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