The coward's way out

Alexander Collins · 04-02-2011, 10:21 AM

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In short; he used to freak out about letting people get to know him when he had no memories. No he's scared someone will recognise him and tell his sister xD And so he ran away and is drinking away his problems Wink

Much time had passed from when he’d fallen during the snow storm; day by day glimmers of memories had been returning to him. At first they were pointless, minor details, but as more and more of whom he was returned to him he gradually began to understand who he was. The more he remembered, the more confident he became of his ‘identity’, but he still hid himself away from others, for he feared if they grew to like him without his memories, would they like him with them?

Stupid as it may seem, for that reasoning he had spoken to hardly anyone from the pack that had saved him and only to one or two strangers outside of the pack. His lip twitched as he resisted smiling; he was nothing but a anti-social coward.

Considering his most recent behaviour, it didn’t come as much of a surprise when he’d remembered enough to know he was a lowlife, whom loved to drink, gamble and laugh in the face of death. Memories flashed through his mind; a lot of his initial responses to various situations had indicated that he was no saint; heck, when he’d first seen his sister he had attempted to hit on her.

A shudder rippled across his body at that memory; he knew that soon he would have to admit to Skye who he was but he had no intention of doing that anytime soon. He didn’t want to disappoint her, for her to know that her brother whom had left for adventure had resulted in so little. He’d reasoned with himself; he wouldn’t tell her until he remembered everything, then he’d decide whether to tell her or not depending on what he remembered. But things weren’t looking all that great.

So what did he do when confronted with such difficulties? He ran. Not far, he’d only wondered off to the shattered coast. But it was far enough to avoid those from Cercatori D’Arte and anyone else. This time he wasn’t running from letting others get to know him, no, he was running from others finding out his identity. Such a simple, silly matter that could be resolved by speaking to Skye; but every time he thought of telling her he found himself running further and faster.

His light paws left a trail In the soft, wet sand. The water, roaring in the wind seemed to be his only company. A light sigh escaped him and he rested upon a nearby rock.

One day, he wouldn’t be unable to run from his problems. But for today, he’d enjoy the sights and sounds of nature. And his flask of vodka that hang from his side. Reaching down, he pulled the flask to his lips and began gulping down the burning liquid.

Io Berlin · 04-02-2011, 10:50 AM

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occgoodnessss

Vesper had made the lengthy journey towards a place called the shattered coast. Her white feet brushing against the sand as she went. It was nice to get away from the dark caves she had made her home in. Not that she didn't like her cave, it was just best to see light once in a while. Sara was still working on one of his larger traps and he had been happy enough to be left alone.

The femme's waist length white locks danced about on the breeze, as she moved closer to the water. From the corner of her eye she spotted a male, with a light colored coat and looking rather glum. 'Hello?' Vesper said, wondering why he was in such a mood, He did not smell like a coyote, he smelt like a purebred wolf, but only Io paid attention to this and as she was the secondary personality at this time, Vesper simply pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. Hello?' she repeated again, a little louder this time.

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Alexander Collins · 04-14-2011, 02:36 PM

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Sorry it's short >.<

Wrapping around him, it’s strong pushes ruffling his short cream hair in all directions. In the distance he saw some seagulls fall and rise to the water; or atleast that’s what he thought he was seeing. For good measures, he took another gulp from his flask, letting out a pleasurable sigh as the contents burnt their way down his throat.

Clumsily, his raised a hand to shade his eyes; squinting them to get a better look at whatever was across the water. “Yurp, dey bee seargulls!” he announced, satisfied that he was correct.

A female voice reached his ears, his head following the sound shortly after. Ice blue eyes scanned over the coyote hybrid’s form, taking in the contrasting red and white of her coat. His stomach complained, he could feel it’s contents swirling around; threatening to make a reappearance, but he swallowed down the sickening feeling and flashed the strange female an innocent, and his opinion, ‘charming’ smile.

With a jerk movement, taking more energy and focus then it should of required, he raised an arm and opened and closed his hand in a ‘come over’ sign. “Well, allow there. Why duncha common over and enjoy the view?” he called over, not entirely sure if the female would understand his vague gesture.

Io Berlin · 04-14-2011, 04:41 PM

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You posted, no complaints!

Io quickly gained control, Vesper was an ever disappearing side to her and it was possible that that short time could be one of her last appearances. Io was curious, normally cautious when approaching wolves, but this was clearly pissed far past common sense. Smiling as she trotted over, she spoke again, 'Not much of a view'. He was referencing the sea, but Io was referencing something different, him himself.

Joining him none the less she stood facing the waves, she sighed. Why she had even ventured outside of Inferni that day she had no idea. She was close to leaving this male to himself, but curiosity glued her to the sand. 'What are you drinking?’ It wasn’t as if she cared, the woman was just curious. In her home pack there had been little to do but drink. There had been other things people spent their time doing, working, doing their hobbies, re-spawning and the like. The latter Io could almost call herself an expert at, at least if the damn things survived past the first few days.

Cursing herself for forgetting to bring her own supply of alcohol, she sat. Whiskey would have been lovely on a day like this.

Alexander Collins · 04-21-2011, 03:00 PM

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Coding by Sie - WC: 226

Wow. Major post fail... sorry x

In Character

Sand spread between his toes as he curled them into the soft wet surface. Staring down at his feet, his vision blurred and his stomach complained with a sharp, throbbing pain; sick rising up his throat. For a moment, he simply stared in silence as the soft sand, concentrating on keep the liquid down.

Once his stomach settled once more, he reached for his flask and took a long drink from it. “Ab it of fidis and that. Malie vodka” he answered he question and offered the container to the female. He always hand an ample supply on him; either in the metal flash or in bottles that were packed away in his small bag he carried everywhere.

Still holding out the flash, his brows furrowed together in confusion; his thinking process was scattered and incoherent. Ignoring his own thoughts, he attempted to continue with the conversation with the female before him.

“So whatcaha doing all the way out her on dyour own. Pretty thing like you must have.. som.. someone.. to” he struggled to find the words to explain his thoughts, pausing for a moment to figure out what he was trying to say. “To accompany you in your trvaels” he announced with triumph; he was impressed he had managed to get an entire sentence out and looked at the female expectantly, awaiting her response.

Io Berlin · 04-21-2011, 03:54 PM

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meh, I still LU 300+

This was entertaining to the hybrid woman. It was a free show, much more than what she was expecting. 'I have whiskey' she stated. Vodka was usually the drink of choice in her homeland. Surfise to say it soon became to familiar to the girl and she went about sampling other drinks. She had had many prefere drinks before she settled on whiskey. And there was no guarantee that she would not get bored of the dark amber liquid soon enough. 'Are you going to share?' she asked, her tone deadpan and accented, but a promiscous grin flashing across her maw.

The woman's face soon returned to it's usual neutral expression. Silver eyes betrayed no emotion while the considered this wolf's worth. It was, in the end, very little. Eyebrows lowered as the male spoke, while the compliment was of course picked up it was the main quote that the woman focused on, 'I am an adult. I do not need an escort, I am capable of taking care of myself'. Her mouth formed a tight, thin line as the woman fought back angry thoughts.

'Name?' she questioned bluntly, as a thin hand slipped into her bag. Her index and middle fingers pulled out a single cigarette between them and the woman's thumb clasped onto a lighter. Soon a fresh cigarette was lit and the woman took a violent drag from it, all the while silver eyes judging the male. An arm lazily crossed the woman's chest, hand clasping the handle of her bag loosly, while her cigarette holding arm rested upon the before mentioned arm, cigarette resting on the woman's lips. She truly hoped this male was sober enough to reply a name at the very least, otherwise how would she find the one man show again? There were six packs in the area and the woman had no intentions of trapsing each pack.

Alexander Collins · 05-02-2011, 12:44 AM

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Do not ask. Even i do not understand his actions o.o

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“I’m alllways~ willing to share with a preety dittle thing like you” the words were more sang than spoken to his companion, but contrary to his words, he pulled the flask back and downed another few gulps of it’s content, enjoying the feel of the liquid burn down his throat, washing away his sense even more.

All around him, his world sway and as he turned his head his vision lagged, throwing his balance off even more; his mind wandered away from the female, almost forgetting her existence until she spoke again. Amusement sparked within him as, even in the state he was in, it was clear that the female had taken offence.

“No night in shining armor? And ‘ere I taught all the pretty ladies had been taken from te world!!” a hint of malice lined his words, although the drunken male himself did not know why it was there… it just was and he accepted that. It was just one of many things he’d become accustomed to; unpredictable behaviour and emotions that filled right and yet he himself did not possess the memories to explain them.

“But of course, the lady would want to know my name, hmm?” he giggled like a young girl and then threw his head back and let out a full on throaty laugh. Slowly, he looked into the others eyes, his nonsense continuing. “You know what. I’m. Not. Going. To. Tell. You~” he sang the words, stretching them out and exaggerating on the pronunciation of each word.

Io Berlin · 05-02-2011, 10:16 AM

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lol, 300+

Gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes, it would be only a short step to actually punching this male. He was drunk, vulgar and not to mention sexist. But, no she wouldn't, she had much more class and respect for people than to do such, even though she really wanted to. If he tried anything, she was far from weak, shecould defend herself, and then he'd wish he'd kept back. Sharpened nails weren't there just for aesthic value. She had knifes also, usually strapped to her calveswhen hunting or in her satchel otherwise. Her satchel was a messanger bag type, simple homemade out of brown leather. Thinking back she had had it when she first shifted, though she couldn't for the lift of her remember who had tailored it, a great-aunt of hers she supposed, frowning in frustration at her lost thoughts.

It wouldn't take a large amount of hassle for her to attack. One are lay on top of her satchel, allowing her hand to dandle with the catch. The other however was in a better position, hanging down beside her. Though she didn't think that he would attack, at least not very directly or with particularly decent aim. Where as Io, as weak as she looked, could give him a run for him money. Frowning, Io turned around, there were better things to look at than him. A deadpan 'Whatever' was breathed from the woman, solid silver eyes caring little for the view whichever way she looked. She was considering leaving this male alone, perhaps he wold crawl to the water edge, papss out and drown. Or get washed away to some far off country where he would become there problem. Wishful thinking perhaps, but drunkards had no place in society. Her old pack laws had shown her that.

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