I'll play you a wicked melody

Bangle Guffawri · 08-28-2011, 01:57 PM

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WC: 721. XD Cmon, look at that suspicious face! Also, I've come to the conclusion that you make me write insane amounts for such a short thread x_x;

A hearty laugh came from the male, one that nearly made his pups stop to listen to. 'Zulie could nearly imitate it, but was still nowhere near close to Nathaniel's. The fleeting thought made him frown for a moment, but he physically shook his head to free himself of the thought as if it were a buzzing fly. "Knew yeh weren't one t'pass up a trade'a mine," He pointed out, grinning as he leaned forward and placed his hands on his thighs, his bracelets ting-a-ling-ing. Bangle remembered when Ralla and her brother were visitors in Cercatori, and despite the personal trouble the coywolf was going through that day, he managed to sell her (with words) an 'Onyx stone', whatever that was. He briefly wondered if she still kept the stone which he pawned off to her, though she paid with nothing but naivety that winter day.

Golden eyes rested on the painted woman as she spoke about the Great Tribe. His ears flicked in recognition, focusing on the situation. When she finished, the male blinked with mild understanding, but his shoulders slumped when he realized there was nothing she, or even he, could do. Sitting there in silence, he looked over to the tumbling ball that were the five pups, and wondered how anyone could deal with AniWaya's current situation. The clan used to be a very friendly and festive place, and Bangle had settled in well with the wolves and their ways. Now the woman before him, a friend he found he could trust not only in trade but in words, the clan was not as safe anymore.

The Guffawri male chewed his lip briefly in thought, almost feeling bad now that he sold a cheap black stone to the former leader when he told her it fell from the sky. "Well, hrm," he pondered, narrowing his eyes as if he could see his thoughts play out before him. "If'n yeh need a place t'stay.. you n' yer pups, Ayasha too, yer welcome ter Cercatori." The multicolored male could do nothing but offer, if they could not help, without really knowing of the implications that could befall the trader back should they house AniWayans. They'd go from traders to traitors, at least in the new Chief's eyes, but Bangle did not think that far beyond the hospitality.

But the heavy air lightened when they spoke of the goings-on within the trader pack that the craftsman belonged to, and so Bangle painted a wide grin on his face. Ralla began to speak about how she came to the lands, in a completely different direction than he, and mentioned ships and the wide open ocean. The coywolf could almost smell the salty sea, and wondered what it was like to be on a ship. A boat on a lake was one thing, but a grand ship sailing the vast seas was another adventure entirely. Bangle smiled at the idea, but the expression soon dimmed when the woman next to him asked about Skye.

His body shifted a bit, as a hand went to rub the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. "She, eh.. well, she's busy. As yeh can see, I've been promoted to'a full-time pupsitter!" A chuckle made his light colored chest move up and down lightly, but did not last as long as his previous one. He watched as a couple of Ralla's pups tried to get Robert to play by nipping at his ears and legs, and Erzulie had stumbled into a bush and came back with a bone in her mouth, finding it fascinating in that moment. The thick-haired male cleared his throat.

"It's.. she's been dif'rent," he began, noticing how Skye had changed over the past moon. At first she was weak, but the red-headed female was then forced to grow up fast in such a cruel world. The world that took her son away. "Since we lost 'Thaniel, that is." The memory of his look-alike came swimming back into view, but it blurred his vision slightly. It was the first time Bangle had mentioned the loss of his pup to anyone outside his painterly pack. Bangle took a deep breath, knowing he had to be strong for the leader of his pack, knowing that her strong outer shell was only temporary to her bubbling inner turmoil.

Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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