Don't Hate

Imacai Kimaris · 03-10-2011, 06:17 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sunny; Run by sniffing just like J requested; 686 words

Of course the time or night, or well early morning didn't bother him at all. He slept in short bouts anyways. And well the night was just quite simply lovely. The best rum joints were open in the darkened hours. Mm, he really could go for some rum right now. Maybe he should head back to his cave and rummage through his stash. Mm, yes, that would be really nice. But he was interrupted from this internal debate by a snarl followed by a growl. Well well, what could that be about? He'd met hardly anyone in the clan so it wasn't like there would be too many that he would know and recognize just yet. And well, he was quite curious by nature. He wasn't a fighter, not like his brother was, but he wanted to know what was going on.

Briefly he turned his attention to the female that he had been wandering around with. He removed the sugarcane from his lips and lifted a hand as if he were drinking instead then pointed to her then back to the caverns. He was indicating that she should fetch the rum. He then cupped the same hand around his ear then pointed to himself and off in the vague direction that he had heard the noises coming from him, telling her that he was going to check out what was going on. He gave the female a lick and nuzzle before they parted ways, the female heading to the caverns to grab the hidden bottles while he went to see what was going on.

He slipped the sugarcane back into his mouth to chew on lightly so that he could suck down the juices. His addiction wasn't anything that would be classified as normal, except for perhaps his enjoyment of rum. No, the things he was into were regional. Still he had brought the sweet confections with him to continue to feed his addiction. And Sessane had the connections to keep it coming in. She knew someone that worked the boats that would be able to transport the items. They had already made sure that by the time that the plants has grown and become fruit baring that they would be transported and shipped over after having learned of a greenhouse being in the clan for it to be stored and grown in.

He ended up having to travel down the beach only to come upon a small cluster of canines. His head tilted curiously to the side at the displays of aggression. But that was pretty much tossed aside as he realized he didn't know anyone gathered on the beach. That meant only one thing though. As he grew close he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over. The first he reached was some dark female that was facing the trio. He slipped up behind her and made to sniff at her rear. His sugarcane was removed from his mouth so that he could speak and report on what information he had garnered. "Inferni. Female. Jackal Mix. Olda year." He moved from her and to the next in line, some scarred male. He crawled around behind the male to sniff as him as well. "Male. Wolf. Round year." He then moved over to the other female to continue his investigation. "Female. Wolf. Olda two year." And then there was one left. One that made it difficult because he was seated. Still, that didn't hinder Imacai from attempting to nose beneath his tail and body to try and get at his full scent. "Male. Jackal. Younga year." He confirmed all of the canines in the area but he hadn't a name to go with any of them. He hoped that would change though. Especially since he had crawled back to an approximate middle of the group so that he could lift his tail and present himself. "Imacai." He introduced himself as he waited for all of the others to line up and take his scent as he had done to each of them. Not that he knew if they really would or not.

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