Toast to Tomorrow, Forever We'll Last

Daemon Argyris · 06-03-2011, 06:05 PM

[html] It was quiet and peaceful up here. The tall, tall trees and the thin, small streams made it easy for Daemon to lose himself in his work. Or perhaps that was because Fion was gone. Daemon had come up this way alone, with only Vivica for company--who was god knows where, now, certainly not still attached to the wagon...right?--and only his leathers to work with. He'd noticed, the other day, that the Boy needed boots. Not really work boots; Daemon didn't wear them, anyway. But shoes. Shoes of some kind would be useful, if he was always out and about, running who-knew-where and doing who-knows-what. Daemon remembered this from his time with Lucivar; he wanted to give a gift. And the best element of a gift was the surprise. So he'd come up here, to make boots. Alone. And he'd told no one where he was going, or what he was doing; no one except Fion, who'd only told him to enjoy making the boots, and given him the measurements he'd needed.

Come to think of it, Daemon was not all that sure Fion would be surprised. He supposed that happened when you pulled someone off their feet and wrapped their paws in rope. Tinkering lightly with his hole puncher, Daemon half-seriously considered being cheap and simply lacing them together with leather straps. He didn't have a lot of thread, and it was hard to come by; the Boy almost never remembered to get it. The straps would be so much easier...it was so much less painful to tie knots...With a sigh and a shake of his head, Daemon got up and went to the back of the wagon, searching the trunks and wooden boxes located there for his spools and thread.
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Bastion Hallow · 06-04-2011, 05:34 PM

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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; Thanks again for starting; 526 words

He had been to this place once before and had run into an unsavory character. It was an action that he really wished to not repeat. He hoped to not find her here again. He didn't have the physical prowess to get into a scuffle. He would never be able to win a fair fight. He was simply much too small and didn't have that sort of strength. Now once he had someone trapped he could force them to bend to his will. So he might not be able to be able to best an opponent one on one but he could certainly hold his own when he needed to break someone. Of course to look at him one would never figure that much. Especially since he was prone to fits of giggling. How could one that looked so young and innocent be capable of the despicable things that he did when he decided that it was time to play?

So no, he wasn't out looking for a fight. He never was. Actually he wasn't even certain what it was that he was out and looking for at the moment. He had just left Salsola and that was it. He hadn't a destination in mind but simply allowed himself to wander. Of course before he left Salsola he masked the scent of the pack with a bath in flower laden water and had pulled on a pair of panties in order to hide his mark under. It was something that all partook in, as far as he knew, before leaving Salsola in order to mask the scent of the pack. They were a secretive bunch and this just added to that. Bastion was only doing his part in order to keep their secret safe.

His traipsing ended up having him running across some other being. He wasn't certain what they were doing but he would be sure to find out. After all it only took a few simple words. "What you doing?" The question was straight forward and direct. The words had been summoned forth as the small male tried to lean up in order to stare into the back of the wagon with the other as well. He had no idea what was being looking for but he was still curious anyways. The youth placed his hands on the back of the wagon so that he could try and pull himself up into it in order to be able to look as well. After all being short had its disadvantages. This was certainly one of them. He couldn't stretch himself enough to be able to take a proper look. And well, he hadn't even considered that he wasn't allowed to be looking as well. He simply figured that since the other was doing it then he was allowed to do it as well. The thought that the other was allowed to do so because it was his property didn't even cross Bastion's mind. No, he had a much more childlike way of considering things. If one could do it then he could do it too. Whatever belonged to someone else belonged to him as well.

Daemon Argyris · 06-06-2011, 07:32 PM

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Daemon had left the pelt usually keeping out the light at the back of the wagon tied back, to let in the moonlight. While he had several candles lit, nothing set the mood like looking out and up and seeing the glowing orb shining down on him. He looked at it now, absently rummaging through a wooden box, and finally came up with a smaller one, filled with needles thick enough to pierce leather and thread. He'd found it. But for a long moment more he stared at the moon, and something in him--something that, perhaps, remembered a time before his furless state--longed for the sun.

A voice on the ground brought him out of his contemplation, but his head moved more slowly, dropping to gaze at the male--boy? Another Boy?--at the back of his wagon, attempting to get in. He stared at him, and then made a groaning noise, and stepped back, setting his sewing box on his work table and bending down to help. The Boy was taller than he was, by about a foot; Daemon couldn't bring himself to be jealous. He reached a helping hand down, not bandaged and uncloaked in the moonlight.

He tended to keep his bandages on, but they needed to be washed occasionally, and Fion had been in the middle of that when this mad desire had taken him. His cloak had been sufficient in getting him here, and he had no problems moving around his wagon without them. Thus, his bare skin, his patches of fur and the welts and scars from the fire, were bared in their full glory before the stranger; he would have expected him to run, if Daemon still knew how to expect things.
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Bastion Hallow · 06-07-2011, 05:10 PM

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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; meant to mention this in the first post but you realize that boots would look odd and not like normal boots, correct? Luperci walk on their toes and their heels don't touch the ground so the boots will be without heels altogether or they would have to be really long. And reference for how Luperci stand is found here; 383 words

His question had gone unanswered but he was at least helped into the back of the wagon. It was odd to find someone shorter than himself. Especially since coyotes stood taller than him and coyotes are notorious for being smaller than wolves. So it really was an odd find that someone was that much smaller than himself. Still he didn't bring up the issue. It was something else that he chose to speak on instead. "Hi! You very pretty." Words were spoken once he was settled up upon the back of the wagon. He made to try and keep a hold on the hand that had helped him into the wagon. There was no doubt that he was an odd one. He didn't see Daemon as a monster but as one of the most beautiful creatures that he had ever laid eyes on. The boy enjoyed scars and disfigurements, as long as they were on others and not himself of course.

Bastion made to try and slip over closer to the other male in order to try and snuggle himself up with him. It didn't bother him at all that the other was missing fur. Actually it served as an attraction for him. Janos could attest to that much. Bastion would always compliment his puppy for his scars. And those compliments led to Bastion being presented with new ones to remark upon. So to run across someone with a complete body of them was a rare and treasured find for the slim boy. And it was that which prompted him to try and get as close to the other male as would be allowed.

Just being allowed to see and feel what he had been allowed to see and feel so far only made him want more. He wanted to taste the other and even stuck out his tongue to try and do so to whatever was closest to him as well as being visible and available. He acted just like a child as he refused to ask before attempting to do what it was that he wanted. But honestly he didn't even consider asking first. His mind didn't process that he needed permission before he did what he wanted to do. It was something that he had to exactly learn just yet.

Daemon Argyris · 06-07-2011, 07:14 PM

[html]ooc: Yeah, I realized they'd look a little weird. Thanks for the detailed description, though!

Daemon stumbled a bit as he hauled the other into his wagon, but they were both there in the end, and he attempted to let go to get back to work. His attempt was foiled as the taller, younger male kept hold of his paw, and he blinked and shook it a bit, as one would when trying to get rid of a spider, before he sighed a little and drifted off, letting the other keep hold. The stranger attempted to snuggle up to him then, as his younger siblings had done when he'd first come out of the fire and Fion had once when he was younger, and he looked at him oddly, uncertain about his actions but not caring enough to chase him off for them, even when he stuck out his tongue and ended up licking Daemon's shoulder. It was strange, but Daemon couldn't process thoughts well enough to do anything other than think for one, mild moment that it was slightly disgusting.

Eventually, he pulled his hand free, moving to pat the stranger on the head in a "pay attention" gesture--the only one he knew--and pointing to his work table. He waited a moment, probably having forgotten why he wanted the Boy to look or having gone off on another track entirely, before he glided over and began pulling and stretching the leather into place, shaping it as he would one of his masks so that it might be easier to sew later. He had a limited time to do this, as the leather dried quickly, but it didn't take long; soon enough, he had several rough pieces to be sewn together. That task took more concentration than he liked; it wasn't as easy as leatherworking, and his thoughts often drifted away during the process, though he tried his best not to let them. This time...he had a feeling that wouldn't happen.

Fion often helped him with his sewing, so it was only natural that, when it came time to prepare for the task, he lifted a needle and thread from the box and held them out expectantly to the stranger, part of him forgetting that it wasn't Fion and the other part simply not caring. It was his wagon; those inside it would do what he wanted them to do. And he wanted help sewing the boots.
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Bastion Hallow · 06-09-2011, 01:05 PM

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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; You're welcome, just making sure is all; 325 words

He hadn't found licking the other to be disgusting. It was more like he wanted to do it again. Not just that but he wanted more. He wanted to touch and lick everywhere. Someone like this was such a rare find. It made him want to snatch the other up and cart him away to Salsola where he could have his way with him. He had one puppy but who said that he couldn't have a second one as well? If he wanted it then he should be allowed it, or such was how it worked within his own mind.

Of course his straying thoughts allowed for the other to get away from him. And of course the pat to his head, which had caused his ears to flatten by the way, forced him to watch the other slip away from him. But he wasn't being kicked out, only invited over. He had looked to where the other was pointing, not really understanding it, before he ended up following. The boy moved and sat upon his knees quietly not to the table. He wasn't certain what the other had found to play with but it served to distract him from his previous thoughts.

Bastion had tilted his head to the side as he watched the other work so that he could peer at what was in the other male's hands. But then it became even more inclined in confusion as he was handed a needle and thread. "What this?" The silence was broken as bastion spoke up. The young male brought the object up to his nose to sniff at it before licking it. The boy really seemed to enjoy licking things and tasting them for some reason. He licked about everything that he came in contact with. He shook his head, not really liking the taste of it, and looked back up at the other expectantly as he awaited an answer to his question.

Daemon Argyris · 06-12-2011, 08:50 PM

[html]Daemon didn't lose himself in his work as soon as the slightly younger male let him go, as he might have were he with, say, Fion. Perhaps that was because he wasn't used to the stranger the way he was FIon, or because he was acting strangely--unlike anyone else Daemon had ever met. Either way, Daemon didn't turn away once he had the other man's attention, and he didn't look away when he handed him the needle--those things were painful, should he happen to think of making it a weapon. So he saw the confused look on the stranger's face as it was handed to him, and the way he licked it and then shook his head, probably not liking the metallic taste. He reached out again, to take the stranger's hand, and then pulled him over to the leather that had set into its new shape. He gestured between the needle and the leather, and then carefully lifted two of the pieces--the ones that would encase the ankle and some of the foot--and held them together, staring at the stranger expectantly.

Of course, Fion had come in already knowing how to sew--at least knowing how to patch up his pants when they were torn. He'd had to learn a few new stitches, in order to sew leather instead of cloth, but he'd caught on quickly. Daemon hadn't known any of this when he'd passed him the thread, and a leather-sewing needle, but Fion had a habit of babbling--about absolutely nothing. It used to annoy him, but he rather enjoyed the talk now, since on rare occasions he actually understood what the boy was talking about, and could sometimes imitate the sounds of words--who, how, those sort of sounds.

He didn't know how, but should the stranger not understand, Daemon was prepared to teach him--somehow.
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Bastion Hallow · 06-20-2011, 02:05 PM

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No, he didn't really care for the taste of the needle. It wasn't the most pleasant thing that he had ever put in his mouth. He couldn't say that it was exactly the worst either. Still it was on the list of things that he didn't plan on trying to taste again. The one lick had been enough for him. But still that lick didn't tell him what it was that he was holding. It didn't give him any information as to what he was supposed to be doing with it. If it was supposed to be a snack then it would be one that he would have to deny. he didn't think his stomach would like eating this object.

He moved over as he was tugged closer to the leather. He glanced between the needle and the leather as they were gestured between. The small boy still didn't understand what it was that he was meant to do. He ended up leaning in so that he could sniff at the leather and then lick it. The leather didn't taste so bad. Most certainly it was better than the needle.

He held out the needle to try and give it back to the older male so that he could focus attention on the leather. The young boy gave a small growl and tried to gnaw on the leather. For some reason he thought that the other male was offering it to him as a snack. That he was to choose between the needle and leather which of the two that he wanted to eat. And well, he had chosen the leather obviously. He had no idea that he was meant to be sewn together and not chewed on. He had never seen anyone sew before. He had no idea how clothing was made in the slightest.

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