12-02-2009, 02:49 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> "No, I..." the hybrid trailed off, the tips of her yellowy canines showing against her coal lip as she bit down on it, trying to come up with something, anything quickly. She could not show weakness; she could not let anyone in on her secret. To do so was admitting the worst kind of weakness, so she smiled as wistfully as she could, hoping it did not look to be entirely concocted. "I had a woman, not too long ago. She's gone on now, I guess. Still getting over her," the hybrid said. It was not entirely falsified information; Fatin Kali had departed some time ago from Inferni, and the hybrid woman could have certainly used her lovely red wolf while recovering from Haku. Still, that would have meant admitting her weakness; the hybrid knew she could hide nothing from the russet-furred woman. "Girls," she said weakly, shrugging her coal-furred shoulders in a half-hearted attempt at jest. The other hybrid stood, wandering to one of his storage units. The Centurion watched with interest, her golden eye following her companion rather curiously. He returned with a book of different designs. The hybrid wondered if they were solely tattoo designs; when she had scavenged her own tattoo equipment from the city she had seen a myriad of different posters and designs all over the walls. Once home in Inferni, the hybrid had cursed herself for failing to take anything, not that she had had any canvasses on which to practice before Cotl came along. Fascinated, she took the book from him and gazed at the designs he'd indicated, her coal ears twisting upwards to listen to him speak. "That simple, huh?" she said with a grin, winking (well, as best a wink as a one-eyed canine can give) in jest. Once more the man turned to his belongings, and grabbed for the hybrid some familiar implements. She had a straight-bladed razor she used for such a purpose, but she had never thought of actually drawing the tattoo on first. Then again, the Chaos star was simplistic in design, and the hybrid had never really had a reason to do so before. The hybrid's golden eye flicked to the tawny-furred canine in front of her, leaned back onto the bed and ready for her to start working. A sort of nervousness flared up in the hybrid for just an instant, but she pushed it away just as quickly, moving closer to Cotl and taking the blade in hand, leaning forward with one hand placed on his warm belly, the other setting to work immediately on the fur surrounding his navel, shaving it off in layers with short, quick strokes. |