01-16-2012, 03:52 PM
The final trek, Sebastian promised himself. The last trip to go and get himself wine. The last trip on foot, at any rate. Once he ran out, he'd try to get that cowboy he'd seen hanging around to help him get the rest of the wine, maybe with a couple of horses and a caravan to make things easier. Everyone benefited from wine, after all. The only ones who didn't were the ones who ended up with alcohol poisoning or choking on their own vomit. Though he was reckless and something of an alcoholic, he hadn't fallen unconscious from the drink.
The bottles clinked dully as Sebastian walked. There was no way he was going to get back to Casa before the moon rose. He'd slept too late in the day and pinkish streaks were appearing on the horizon. He knew of only one sanctuary; the cabin in which he'd spent a rather fun time with his current leader, Mister Jazper. Sebastian was thankful for that time. Not only because he'd had quite a bit of fun with the dark giant, but because it was a lucky rest stop between Casa and Halifax.
The door opened with some difficulty, but this time he didn't need Jazper's strength to force it open. Snow swirled outside as the artisan let out a low sigh, stripping off his leather jacket and flinging it onto the sofa. He rubbed his black-furred hands over his arms, restoring the circulation. That cold wind had started to bite.
The Italian lit a candle on the sturdy wooden table in the centre of the room, thankful that he'd had the foresight to smuggle it and the candles out of Casa into his little safe haven. The room was still dark, but the orange glow was comforting for him. Sebastian fished out his corkscrew and opened one of the bottles of red wine, placing the cork on the table. He wasn't trying to finish the whole bottle before tomorrow, after all.
Sebastian took a deep drink of the bittersweet liquid, putting his feet up on the table as a few drops stained his muzzle pinkish. The cabin was surprisingly cosy, especially when Sebastian took out the black blanket he'd been using to cushion the bottles and wrapped it around his lower body. He was still alert, not very sleepy, but the only thing he had to amuse himself was drink, his bow and his quiver of arrows that lay beside the couch, beside the satchel of wine.
The bottles clinked dully as Sebastian walked. There was no way he was going to get back to Casa before the moon rose. He'd slept too late in the day and pinkish streaks were appearing on the horizon. He knew of only one sanctuary; the cabin in which he'd spent a rather fun time with his current leader, Mister Jazper. Sebastian was thankful for that time. Not only because he'd had quite a bit of fun with the dark giant, but because it was a lucky rest stop between Casa and Halifax.
The door opened with some difficulty, but this time he didn't need Jazper's strength to force it open. Snow swirled outside as the artisan let out a low sigh, stripping off his leather jacket and flinging it onto the sofa. He rubbed his black-furred hands over his arms, restoring the circulation. That cold wind had started to bite.
The Italian lit a candle on the sturdy wooden table in the centre of the room, thankful that he'd had the foresight to smuggle it and the candles out of Casa into his little safe haven. The room was still dark, but the orange glow was comforting for him. Sebastian fished out his corkscrew and opened one of the bottles of red wine, placing the cork on the table. He wasn't trying to finish the whole bottle before tomorrow, after all.
Sebastian took a deep drink of the bittersweet liquid, putting his feet up on the table as a few drops stained his muzzle pinkish. The cabin was surprisingly cosy, especially when Sebastian took out the black blanket he'd been using to cushion the bottles and wrapped it around his lower body. He was still alert, not very sleepy, but the only thing he had to amuse himself was drink, his bow and his quiver of arrows that lay beside the couch, beside the satchel of wine.