Cocoa Crack
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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sunny; 391 words

Imacai had headed out, walking around the lands of Inferni yet again. He left behind the cave system to walk with Sessane for awhile. His friend was going to meet with her contacts and so he was walking her out towards the borders. This was a deal she had to handle by herself but he could at least see her out. He knew she would be gone for a bit but that would be okay. He knew that she would return with things that would continue to feed his addiction. After all this had been set up when they had first left Barbados. And no doubt she would place another order while she was out and have it delivered to her. It was understood that it would take months but at least it would be a constant back and forth so that Imacai could have his sweets.

After seeing the female to the borders he allowed her to continue on alone. He had no idea who her contact was and it was kept that way. He retreated back into Inferni and thought of heading on back to the caves. Though by the time he reached the southern gas station he figured that a short stop couldn't hurt. He entered into the run down building and moved directly to the counter. A hand reached into his pouch to grab a small pile of cocoa beans and placed them on the counter. He then pulled out a stone with a flat surface so that he could crush up the beans into a fine powder.

After he had a pile of powder on the counter he place his rock to the side so that he could use his a claw to cut the fine powder into lines. He worked slowly and carefully to craft these lines. He also made sure that they separated enough so that he could snort one without disturbing the others. After all he didn't want to have to go back and redo all of his hard work. So once he had that done he tilted his head so that he could snort one of the lines and enjoy the instant sugar high that he got. His tongue slipped out to lick up the lingering traces from the line of powder to make sure that the entire line had been taken.

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Yeah i suck for making you wait Sad and for the shitty post :/

Word Count → 363


What are you doing Cotl Van Ulrich? Being a stupid little imp-shit again? The man had been walking through the snow, just wandering around the packlands you could say just simply because he had been walking around with no real purpose. He simply was doing what he did every morning, check and reset his traps if tripped and getting himself some food in the process if he was lucky to catch himself something (which he was lucky to get himself a rabbit in his third trap that he checked this morning) so he was walking around with a dead rabbit in one hand and a scowl on his angry German face. He'd gone towards where he had killed that wolf the last time he had seen Talitha. He knew she was probably still disgusted with him, probably angry with him because he refused to be her "saved soul" because he simply did not believe in God, a maker of any sort really. He wasn't about to start either. Not when his life was still shitty like this. Not when he couldn't be happy.


He'd end up stopping south of where the murder was committed by he rust man, only because there was a particular scent on the wind that Cotl was not familiar with and he was curious as to who it was. Plus, it was his job as a member to know who was on Inferni lands. Cotl moved towards the masculine scent that he smelt on the wind, and he had found that the scent was leading right to one of the gas stations. Cotl moved as silently as he could, but his presence would be broken when an involuntary NYEH had passed his throat. He'd approach the door to the station where the source of the smell was at. Cotl cocked his head as he peeked in to see a golden man with his head tilted back as if he had snorted something. The rust imp's curiosity go the better of him rather quickly because of suspicions of what he had just witnessed. Hey du, Was das? Cotl asked pointing at where there were other lines waiting to be snorted.




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