a touch of life

Sage River Lykoi · 12-22-2010, 09:52 PM

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Sorry I took so long... ; ; WC:323

Sage drifted along the borderline, dreamy eyes tracing the outlines of Inferni's decorations against the sunrise, a frosty breeze ruffling her dark curls. A hand reached out to caress the smooth bone, a tinge of sadness on her face. She loved the morbid beauty of the skulls, but detested their meaning for the coyotes that lived in the clan. The Lykoi girl didn't understand how they could take these bones from their bodies, discard the remains, and place them here-- as a warning, no less.

This would not do well for their image. Someone needed to bring a sense of welcome back to the borders. Sage rummaged through her bag, feeling around for a small box. She found it, and opened it. Inside were the broken remains of the last living flowers she could find; they were mostly not whole, but certainly discernible as colorful and happy. With a smile, the girl set about decorating the part of the border she had found, a lovely little corner she could garnish as her own. A slew of dying, but colorful petals lay at the staked feet of the skulls. Maybe more might come around, this way.

The girl stood back from her creation, eying it carefully. Of course her technique wasn't perfect, but you couldn't say that it didn't look better. She gave a wide smile, and fluidly seated herself, back against a tree, and took the small sketchbook out of her bag. Loving her additions to these decorations, she began to pencil in their image in her book, humming quietly and gently to herself. To complete the moment, she pulled out a joint and lit it with a match. It smoldered between her fingers as she took a long, deep breath from its tip. The smoke she blew out gave the scene a mystic, creepy appearance to the scene, and she laughed gently to herself at the irony.

Bangle Guffawri · 01-04-2011, 01:00 PM

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618 words. I supersuck for taking so long to reply. :[ And maybe we should put this thread as mature, for drug use theme?

Click clack, click clak went the nick knacks on the traveler's body. He was always fully stocked (though he wouldn't admit that it's because hardly anyone buys from him), and well prepared for just about anything or anyone. Bangle had been traveling for a few days, the traveler in him just begging to be out of the same monotonous drone. And he couldn't help it, his feet moved wherever they felt like, and today they were merely wandering. The coywolf had gone far, that much he knew, but he hadn't taken everything with him.. indicating he'd return to Cercatori... eventually. Bangle felt a mix of emotions every time he hung around that place, and waking up one morning and deciding to amscray for a day or two felt like the perfect decision.

However, no matter how far away he got, it did not help clear his head. Bangle found himself crossing a small stream of water, which only reminded him of the pool in the fall. Then he came across a patch of snow with dirt mingled in it, which only reminded him of her. Hell, even looking at the sky made him reminisce the sound of her name. Bangle bared his teeth slightly, coming up a hill, frustrated only at himself. He was such a fool, having tied himself to several people in that pack ever since he joined. Snow crunched under his feet, the sound almost satisfactory to the traveler's ears. Curling his fingers along the pack he carried on his back, he began to stomp on the ground as he made his way up the small knoll.

"'N take that, n' that!" He began to say to himself in the cool air. When he was on level ground once more, the scents of something new caught him almost by surprise. It was another pack, he was sure of it, though it was one he was unfamiliar with. Bangle was far up north now, a good few days from Cercatori d'Arte, and for the moment he didn't care to turn around and go back. Bat-like ears twitched with curiosity atop his dreadlocks, scanning the area until he spotted a large tree, and someone at its base. Tilting his head to the side, wondering what on earth they were doing setting... something or other on the ground, the coywolf ambled over.

It wasn't hard for anyone to hear him coming, not with everything that he decorated himself with. Belt straps across his chest and waist held pouches of all sizes, complimented with jars, bottles, and cantines of what-nots. Skulls adorned his waistline, they too various sizes and colors, and not all of the same animal. He found it quite entertaining when someone made a game of guessing the animal by their skull. Bangle was sure he made his presence known as he stepped up to the female, who he saw now was placing flowers, mostly dead ones, around her.

"Lemme guess, I can't cross 'ere?" Bangle said, as he ventured forth one toe into the flowery border. He stepped back, of course, but judging from this coyote's demeanor, it did not seem like she would chase a stranger off if he was not threatening. Orange-yellow eyes gleamed at the joint in her hand, and watched the stink-filled air disappear above her. He grinned from ear to ear then, already liking this female's ways. The flowers, though, were a bit strange. He made a mock frowning face, then, looking from the joint back to the female's face. "If a stranger can't cross, at least give 'im a puff, eh?" He said, nodding over to the rolled up goodness she held delicately in her hands, chuckling all the while.

Sage River Lykoi · 01-13-2011, 03:01 AM

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It's okay, I suck too! <33 SSWM:814

The girl was absorbed in her drawing, occasionally fiddling with the scene, adding or removing objects from it, deciding which way it looked best on paper. Several times, she crinkled her nose, erased a few parts, and then redrew them. In the end, it didn't look as she had hoped it would, and so she erased it all and began messing with the scene again.

Her lithe, tawny frame weaved between the spiked skulls and several lying on the ground, adjusting their position to best fit her modifications. Once she was satisfied, she stook back, yellow eyes surveying her work. She smiled, a small smile, and took another hearty drag from the joint.

In the distance, she heard a curious jingling, one that sounded almost like bells from this far. Dark ears twitched towards the source and she froze in place, listening as they approached. Her body was relaxed; she assumed that no one who meant harm would announce their presence so clearly, and so she had no reason to worry.

As the man neared, the tawny Lykoi girl turned to meet his figure. He was covered in all manner of objects, and Sage's straw-colored eyes studied his adornments: bones of all sorts, from many animals, pouches, a necklace of feathers, and a staff, which he carried.

This strange man was a few inches taller than Sage, but his coloring was similar. He bore the resemblance of a coyote, she ascertained; his colors were similar to hers(with some additions), as were his wonderfully large ears. She was immediately attracted by his strange charm. Maybe it was his coyote heritage, maybe it was his dress. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't related to her; at least, she hoped.

Nothing but a smile greeted this stranger as he approached Sage. Being affected by the high as she was, she did not immediately greet him, and instead stood there with a hazy, dreamy look on her face. When he spoke, she seemed to return to their reality, for a moment.

"Lemme guess, I can't cross 'ere?" he spoke, a strange accent coating his speech.

Sage's eyes narrowed briefly, a look of confusion coming over her face. She had nearly forgotten where she was. Then, realizing what he meant, her eyes widened, mouth parted slightly as she took in a very small gasp.

"Oh! Well... You can cross all you like, if I'm the one you ask." Sage spoke gently, her serene voice traveling just far enough between them as her eyes met his.

The girl thought it rude to disallow certain visitors to Inferni like some members liked to do. She would happily associate with anyone; if anything, she wanted to help improve Inferni's repertoire. This hybrid was clearly a large majority coyote, however, and would not be as looked down upon as some others might, should they find her with him. The petite Earth child did not worry about this, however; she was simply glad to have company. Maybe he would appreciate her work.

"If a stranger can't cross, at least give 'im a puff, eh?" he asked, motioning towards the smoking joint between her fingers.

Sage nodded, taking another small puff before passing it to the man.

"Always, mister." the girl grinned; she would not deny the opportunity to have a smoking partner. "I am happy to share."

Once again her yellow eyes explored his outfit; she was intrigued by all of his baubles and knick-knacks. She idly pushed a strand of dark brown, wavy hair away from her face as she walked close to him, meaning to inspect his objects. A small, light brown hand reached out to touch the various, her eyes glancing upward, making sure it was alright. She liked the pouches; she knew how to make them, too, but his ability obviously exceeded hers. Her current clothing was made from a simple skin, not colored or made interesting in any way, aside from being fit to her form. This man stood out.

Sage straightened up, her eyes wandering around to his back, where a decorated skull was perched.

"Wow," she said in a quiet, impressed voice.

He also carried a small instrument that looked much like a guitar, painted in a similar fashion as the skull, but with different colors. The name of this escaped her, but it didn't matter now.

"You painted these yourself, then?" she said, peering closer to them.

She hadn't had much opportunity to work with paints; their supply had been very limited in Juniper Peace, but she had always been eager to try them. If she could create lovely pieces like his, well, she wanted to play.

Had she not introduced herself yet? Apologetically, she did so now.

"Oh, apologies...My name is Sage River Lykoi." she stated with a dreamy, warm smile, her eyes half-lidded and turned up to him as a small hand extended to hopefully meet his.

Bangle Guffawri · 01-13-2011, 11:58 AM

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534 words. 7:30am.. words are not my strong suit x_x; And this should possibly be marked [M] for drug usage ;o So they can SMOKE LIKE TRAINS.

The coywolf watched with curiosity as the lithe female acknowledged his presence. She had the same look most did when they watched the traveler approaching, clad in ornaments and tools for the trade. He leaned on his staff, observing the far off look she gave him. Trails of smoke billowed from her fingers which held the joint, and his bright eyes lingered there for a moment. He was all too familiar with that hazy look in her eyes, and a smile accented his features again.

It seemed to take the coyote a moment to respond to Bangle's first question, and he couldn't help but offer a small chuckle in return. She did not look like one who would chase him off, though the coywolf had learned over the years how to be extremely friendly, even to strangers, to let him tread on their lands. He reached over for the joint she offered then, bangles jingling their chorus as he did so, and he took a moderate drag. It was strong, but it had a familiar taste on his tongue.. smoking was something he hadn't done in a handful of moons, and he closed his eyes to savor it, tossing his head to the side as the smoke slowly billowed in a long stream from his lips.

When he opened his eyes, however, he was surprised to see the coyote approaching him, with no real regards for personal boundaries. Bangle was much the same way, though he flinched slightly when she touched the various nick knacks on his chest and things that dangled from his waist. Why should he be surprised? Others were fascinated by the things he carried, too, or repulsed. It was one or the other, really. He watched as her eyes roved all over his body, as if it was an adventure trying to see what else Bangle possessed. But she was impressed, as seen in her eyes and in her voice, and he grinned. Bangle was never more happy than when someone was intrigued by his treasures.

Bangle turned his head behind him, eyes following hers to the mask that draped over everything else. "Certainly! You liiiike?" He said, turning his attention back to her as he leaned forward, closer to her face, charm lighting his own visage. Bangle pulled back some as he took another minor drag from the joint, loving the way it tingled his lips and left that icky sticky taste in his mouth and in his brain. Before he exhaled, he watched as the coyote female introduced herself, and he happily rose his own hand to meet her own, clasping and shaking it briefly.

"Bangle "Slickmaw" Guffawri," the male said gruffly, trying to match her own three parts of a name. Turning his head the other way, he formed his lips into an 'o' and exhaled. "A pleasure," he said, eyes focusing on the joint for a moment before staring into hay colored eyes. He slowly handed the joint back to her, grinning in a friendly manner. "Might I ask ya what beautiful lands I've come across, miss Sage?" His voice was casual, and a bit flighty, having asked the same question to wolves several times before.

Sage River Lykoi · 01-24-2011, 05:29 PM

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Wow, I did not realize I had let this sit so long! sorry! ><WC: 415

The girl was happy in the presence of this stranger, despite not knowing a thing about him. She couldn't see any reason not to feel comfortable; after all, he wasn't threatening in the least. In fact, he might have been the opposite. Her sunshine-colored eyes roved around his body even still, over and over again, increasingly delighted with his many trinkets. Sage was hit with the desire find herself some paints and decorate her own things, whatever they might be. That painted skull of his was all too alluring; she ran her fingers over it, gently as possible, enjoying it's dry texture with a serene smile across her face. The strange man spoke again, now replying positively to her question. Of course he had painted it.

"Certainly! You liiiike?" he asked with a charming grin as he brought the joint to his mouth, savoring the taste before exhaling.

"I do, very much," she said, moving back towards the front of him so that they might be eye-to-eye.

As he shook her hand, her eyes followed his hand briefly as she appreciated the warmth that the brief moment of contact brought. After all, touching was one of her favorite things.

"Bangle "Slickmaw" Guffawri," he introduced, his voice a bit rough as he turned to blow another hit out of his lungs. "A pleasure," he added, glancing at the joint and then back to Sage as he handed it over.

Taking the small thing between her fingers, she gratefully inhaled several happy puffs of it, idly making smoke rings as she exhaled. "It is a mutually pleasurable meeting, then." she said with a smile, hoping to convey her appreciation for the company.

"Might I ask ya what beautiful lands I've come across, miss Sage?" he asked her, his tone casual and polite.

The tawny girl's face briefly registered a look of surprise as she realized she had not yet introduced her home. How rude of me, she thought vaguely, blinking quickly and turning her warm, friendly face up towards Bangle.

"Oh! My apologies, sir Bangle. These lovely lands are Inferni's!" she said cheerily, an ironic gesture in front of the skull-ridden backdrop. "I'm surprised you hadn't heard of us..." she said with a bit of regret, her voice trailing off, hoping that he wouldn't apply any negative stigma to her, who seemed to defy them all. Bringing the joint back to her lips, she took the last few quick drags dropped it to the ground, stomping it out quickly with a single foot.

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