So high on ill intentions

Harrow D'Angelo · 04-22-2012, 02:31 PM

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You were right, we never really gave a damn
We spent our lives, running through the wasteland

Word Count → 376 :: Back-dated to the 11th. Harrow is sat in Haels lap, half asleep >.>

Pain haunted her at every moment along with shame and the knowledge she was nothing more then a useless failure. Young as she was the young D'angelo held herself in high regard, expected much of herself and pushed herself as far as she could in the areas that interested her; only that wasn't good enough. She had neglected basic self defence, seeing combat as something to be left to lower members and males, as if the task of fighting was beneath her and she's now paid the price of her ignorance with the loss of her left arm. A small, nagging part of her kept whispering her arm was beyond repair, even if the strangely pretty dog had attempted his best to set it, the midnight girl knew deep down it was a lost cause and she believed she deserved it and the pain for her own neglect and arrogance.

Suffice to say, she couldn't bring herself to return home and in the spare of the moment she had feigned memory loss. As entertaining as it was at the start, she was now growing unsure of her choice on how to handle the situation, especially with Hael having dubbed her 'Nahyt' for she had no memories and little to no belongings and was found in the darkness of the night. Shifting her position slightly she snuggled closer against the brindle hybrid, welcoming his warmth alongside of the fire burning before her; having only her art equipment, Omi and Rosemary, there was little more she could do to keep warm and no matter how she tried she couldn't sleep on the ground with her arm and so such an arrangement had come about. Whilst to an onlooker they may have looked like a couple, Harrow was still sulking over the fact the ex-slave had guessed her age all to quickly and begun treating her like a runaway kid and being all to over protective. The male's motives were easy to understand and that's why she liked him thus far; an escaped slave taking pity on an injured, abandoned child with no memory was nothing more then the slave looking for self-satisfaction, helping another where he couldn't help himself out of his own situation.

Well close your eyes and try to count to seven
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.

Table by the Mentors!

Inocencio Kit Victor · 04-23-2012, 11:48 PM

Only a day had passed since he had last seen Fleta, and of course a day since he had finally escaped from the trap set by that very female. Even if his previous attempt at exploring had ended poorly, Kit was not one to simply give up exploring because he had fallen into a pit for a day or two however, and had set off to the north immediately after eating his fill at the food cache Fleta had told him about. Night had fallen again, and it was tempting to sleep, but Kit had just spotted signs of a campfire in the distance, and decided he would investigate. Better to sleep next to a warm fire, then alone under a tree, and there was the chance of food where a fire was.

Kit had considered the possibility of trying to steal from the two that he could see near the fire's glow, but opted instead to try talking his way into any food they might have, or at least the chance to warm up near the fire. So when the male approached on two legs, he made no secret of his approach, green eyes looking the scene over to gauge what was going on. While Kit had been hoping for a merchant of some sort, he instead saw a youth, cuddled up with a male that had restraints on, and neither seemed to have much in the way of belongings. "Hello there, mind if I join you?" came his cheerful greeting, only to lose some of the cheerful look at getting close enough that the female's wounds became more evident.

Part of Kit was telling him to just turn back around, and not get involved in whatever harm had befallen them, but he also remembered the reward he had gained from treating Fleta well. Yet, Fleta had been old enough for that sort of companionship, the one he was looking at was still just young enough that any interest she sparked in him, felt wrong, and was brushed away. "I'm Kit, you two look like you've had better days" Kit added, while looking a little reluctant.

Harrow D'Angelo · 04-29-2012, 03:15 PM

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You were right, we never really gave a damn
We spent our lives, running through the wasteland

Word Count → 412 :: Grumpy cause she's injured.

The heat of the brindle hybrid was comforting, a small reminder that she wasn't in this on her own despite how that seemed at times. It was still strange, no longer being of Salsola, no longer hiding within the safety of a packs borders or having family to pamper and love her. It was only herself and Hael, as suspicious as the greyhounds appearance and timing was, because she'd had a glimpse of true solitude she wouldn't push him away or ponder upon his motives as much as she normally would. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and relaxed against him, welcoming the heat of the fire and the comfort of a near stranger, lulling herself into a state of near sleep. Oblivious to the world around her, mind clouded with dreams and nightmares, the midnight girl hadn't heard or scented the others approach, citron and chartreuse eyes flashing upon and zoning in on the nearing male.

Nothing had gone to plan, her grand scheme had fallen into pieces around her feet and she was making the most of what she could; no longer alone she had Hael with her, although it was clear from just a glance that the brindle hybrid wasn't in any better shape or conditions then she herself. Still, she'd moved away from the pack she had such embarrassed herself within and this small fire and Hael were hers, her new little world and the only things she really had to claim any more. A need to protect her childish claim, her lips peeled back and she growled in welcome to the other, her own warning was followed by that of Hael's, the brindle hybrid tensing behind her. “That's would be none of your business” she spoke softly, her voice firm and straight to the point. “You are not welcome here” Hael's deeper voice added to the girls warning, the brindle males arm wrapping loosely around her waist so that he could move her out of the way if need be.

Glaring at the stranger who had proclaimed himself as Kit, she assessed the situation quickly; neither she or Hael could do anything to stop the stranger from doing as he pleased and she could either piss him of, or allow him to join them and earn his favour. “If you have food, you can join us” her soft voice almost whispered the words, an attempt to barter and gain all she could from the situation at hand.

Well close your eyes and try to count to seven
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.

Table by the Mentors!

Inocencio Kit Victor · 05-05-2012, 01:14 PM

Kit had approached the campfire expecting some sort of traveler that he could swindle out of some easy food, or maybe something valuable, but had instead found an injured female too young to chase after, and a male slave. Both of whom didn't seem to want his presence, and were a little blunt about it at the same time. If either of them had seemed like they might be a physical threat to himself, Kit would have turned around and left, but since neither looked like they could harm him, he decided it wouldn't hurt to stick around to investigate a little further.

"Not the friendliest pair are you..." Kit responded with a hint of irritation in his voice, before continuing "A female, not even a yearling, and injured. Along with a slave maybe? Regardless, I don't have any food here, but I have some stashed back in Halifax. I'd maybe even share if you two were a little nicer to strangers.". The green-eyed male left out the bit about also expecting some sort of repayment later on, even if he had no idea what to ask for in repayment, but figured something would come up eventually that he could pressure for.

"I might even be convinced to help carry you..." Kit teased lightly, half expecting both of them to snap at him for the offer. Just in case they did accept the offer though, Kit started to close the distance a little bit, remaining fairly neutral in his posture, with little desire for an actual fight to take place. Kit had not really thought of how much effort it would take to get the two of them all the way to Halifax if they accepted, nor the added burden on his cached food if they stayed longer then a few days, but he was never that good at spotting all of the consequences of what he did. Or in the situation he had found himself in, what he offered.

Harrow D'Angelo · 05-21-2012, 05:52 PM

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Harrow D'Angelo

So sorry about the wait!

Word Count → 323

At the strange males comment about friendliness her lip twitched the smallest fraction; twisted humour really, but she couldn't help but think who could be friendly under such circumstances, after watching those dear to her get so hurt and all she was capable of was standing in their way and dragging everyone else down with her. No, she couldn't bring herself to be welcoming at that moment, she couldn't even allow herself to blindly trust nor be thankful for the aid the brindle hybrid had thus far given her and yet a complete stranger seemed to want her to smile and play nice? It wasn't going to happen.

When the male continued to elaborate upon the situation as he saw it, the night coloured girl tensed and vibrant eyes flicked up the hybrid as if he would know the answer as how to best handle the situation at hand; for the males words rand true, they were injured and chained, helpless and pathetic. Just as she prepared herself to cut in and respond to the offer that was given her and Hael, the male wasn't apparently done and the words he spoke struck a nerve “Don't even think about it mutt. Scum like you don't have the right to touch me, let alone carry” a small growl backed the words up, muscles taunt with additional causing pain to erupt all over her.

Wincing she glared at the male, blaming him for her latest bout of pain. “If you can provide us with food and shelter, we could repay the favour when we have established ourselves better off. Although asking for us to be 'nicer' given our... circumstances, is a little to much, Sir.” Hael cut in, the more practical of the pair, the hybrid wasn't going to turn away a chance for food; heck he even added a small, albeit forced, smile to the end of his words to try and make nice.

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