[aw] finding comfort in the smallest spaces
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All welcome. Ves is recovering from the events of this thread.
Long story short, she crashed here last night, and it's now morning,
and she's in a tree trying to eat her raven.


Vesper woke feeling like shit, which was unsurprising when she opened her eyes to unfamiliar scenery. Another luperci might have panicked, but the woman only inhaled deeply and let her eyes shut again. She was within Inferni, and while it was odd that she wasn’t curled up on the bedding in her cavern, she was used to sleeping out under the trees from her time as a loner. The only strange part was that she was in her optime form, spread out prostrate underneath a charred tree.

After a deep breath against a skinny arm, the Centurion pushed herself and rocked back so she was sitting on her rear end, wiping underneath an eye. The cries of ravens around her confirmed her suspicion that she was in Hallow’s Ruins: not the best place to take a nap. It was cool, at least compared to the pretty constantly warm summer weather they’d been having, but the sun lingered in the east behind fluffs of white cloud.

“Boy waking up?” came a half-amused, half-concerned croak above her. She lifted her head and stared at Stark, and the events of the previous day came back to her. Alarm flared in her chest, and she looked a question at him. He shook his head. “Nobody seeing.”

The coyote wiped at her face again, blinking a few times to clear her vision of its sleepy haze. She never woke this sloppily, normally jumping to her feet before dawn even broke and heading out fully operational from the get-go. She still felt well-rested, but it was harder than she’d thought to stand up, especially on two legs; she gripped at a tree for balance. Her claw scraped at the bark, and motes of ash floated before her.

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch,” Vesper announced in a dangerous deadpan. Her claws dug in. “I thought I lost you, Stark.”

The raven made a low warbling sound, possibly one intended for comfort, and flew down onto her shoulder. She rested her cheek against his feathers and stayed that way for a while, quiet.

She hated being afraid, and she’d felt more afraid in that moment than she’d had since the war. All she had wanted was a hunt, but some cocky coydog had nearly shot an arrow into her partner then proceeded to be obnoxiously friendly and stupid and goddamn innocent. If she had a weakness besides her pride, it was her soft spot for those cutesy types. Her urge to protect everyone, maybe to make up for where she’d failed with Sparrow, made her want to throw up.

Her weakness she’d shown when she got back home made her want to throw up more. She’d come into the ruins, shifted so she could climb up into a tree, and held the tolerant raven until she stopped shaking. Maybe she’d cried. She didn’t like to think that she’d cried, but who knew. She could hardly remember the goddamn thing.

“Stupid mutt,” Ves murmured. “I hate dogs. They either act like savages who want to eat everything like they were born in a pit, or they sit there and wag their tail like they’re still poodles. I hate the cute dogs more. At least I can beat up the snarly ones without a guilt trip.”

Stark might have smiled if he could. “Would saying a crush, but dog having the man bits.”

She looked at him in alarm, then managed a laugh. She brushed him off her shoulder as if he was no more than some dust, and he flew up into the tree again, twitching his tail-feathers at her. Something about seeing the older raven acting so ridiculous rekindled her good mood, and she started up the tree after him, forgetting about the collie archer.


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#2
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Helotes Lykoi


Word Count → 425 :: We get drunk now, yes? XD


Well, the hunt had been successful, and that fact had put Helotes in a fantastic mood. He had gone out mid-morning to find some grub for him and his family; it seemed as if Chico and Zuzu had bottomless pits for bellies, but Zana was not complaining, especially now that her teats had fully recovered from teething mouths.

So, the Lykoi male had gone out towards the Hallows, choosing any random direction really, and took his time to catch whatever he could. Now, it was nearly past morning, and he had three fat hares strung up and slung behind his back. It had been a good while since he had such ease in the kill and it was giving his ego quite a boost; he and his family would eat well today, and perhaps with full bellies his kids would fall asleep, and he and Zana could…

Suddenly though, something about the scenery of this place sparked a memory. He paused in his path back to the mansion to take a good look around. Why was this place so damn familiar? Sure, he had gotten used to most of Inferni’s territory, but something about the trees here… it reminded him of a time before he and Zana were together.

It took the Lykoi male several minutes of pacing and sniffing around to finally remember; ah yes, he had come here a while ago to hide something very special. In fact, he remembered the exact place, and moving aside a rather large stone, Helotes began to move away the soft earth to reveal a large glass flask full of a cinnamon colored liquid. He removed the flask from its grave and brushed any debris from it, and then lifted it to let the sun filter through the liquid; it was clean.

The man grinned; his day was just getting better and better. Placing the flask under his arm, he pushed the dirt he had displaced back into the hole and then headed merrily on his way. He would have made it all the way home too if his friend’s scent hadn’t come to his nose. Perhaps he should just say hi, since he was in such a great mood.

It did not take much time to find Vesper, though he was somewhat surprised to see her in Optime and up a tree; it reminded him of Zana. He walked up to the trunk of the tree and leaned against it cockily, looking up at her lithe form, Well hello there pretty lady. He knew she’d hate that.


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Oh my God yes.


Vesper didn’t make a habit of climbing around in trees, but she’d taken to it more than she did most luperci activities. She could at least climb to safety in the high branches with her reasonably light body, or she could clamber up to steal eggs from nests (although that was not in her thoughts when she was around the ravens). She was far from graceful, however, especially as she reached up to swipe playfully at Stark from time to time.

Her slinking ascent was halted when footsteps and smell brought her attention back to earth. Her bemused expression transformed into a fanged grin when she saw it was Helotes, and she was about to call down to him (or maybe even drop down onto his shoulders and slam him to the ground) when he leaned against her tree. His greeting wiped the smile of her face, only for a smirk to rise in its place like some twisted dark phoenix.

“Oh, but miss, I’m not half as pretty as you,” the coywolf called down sweetly, managing to reach down enough to swipe at some of his reddish-dark hair. She quickly pulled herself back onto the sturdy branch closest to the ground (still a ways up, not a very nice fall) then looked him over, her brows lifting. “Now get your ass up here. Is that booze?”

Stark made a strangled noise that might have been disapproval, but she gave him a look that said “I’m a man now, Dad” and he flapped off to leave them alone.




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Helotes Lykoi


Word Count → 281 :: OOC


Of course his friend was quick to reply to his teasing with wit of her own, and it just caused his grin to grow even larger, if that was at all even possible. Suddenly the trip back to the mansion didn’t seem as important; his children could wait to eat just an hour or two longer. Vesper was inviting him up into the tree, and the Lykoi male didn’t hesitate, making sure to the sling the rabbits over a lower branch before snaking his way up to his pal.

After getting comfortable on a limb beside her, Helotes let out a contented grunt, Yes sir, it sure it is! He said, revealing the bottle for her inspection from under his arm pit, I had almost completely forgotten about the damn thing, lucky I stumbled upon it… lucky for you too I guess! And with a quick flick of his wrist he broke the seal and popped the cork of the bottle. The smell of Luperci moonshine was quick to the fill the air with its pungency and Helotes chuckled, What the hell are you doing up here? But he nearly answered his own question when he noted the tuft of black feather above them.

As much as Helotes thought the idea of a bird companion silly, he could not fault Vesper for it. He himself had a close connection with his horses, even to the point that he had taken great pains to learn some of their language and teach them some of his. He supposed it was advantageous that way in battle, as far as communication went; he supposed Vesper had the same kind of relationship with her feathered friend.


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Vesper tensed slightly as the dark male began to clamber up to her branch, her claws buried lightly in the bark in case his weight brought them down—although she’d been careful to select a seat that could bear it. The times that she remembered how big the dusky coyote was made her uncomfortable, but after his two hundred plus pounds had stopped shifting around, she relaxed and shot him a smirk.

The scarred female peered at the liquid sloshing around in the bottle, her claws tapping lightly on its side, although she didn’t know what she was looking for, being no moonshine connoisseur by any means. All that mattered was that it would get them both drunk, and that fun times were to be had, especially since they weren’t bringing any emotional baggage to their drinking session this time.

She grinned when he proclaimed their good fortune, and she tossed her head back lightly when he asked her why she was here. She knew he wasn’t too fond of her birds, but she wasn’t fond of his horses, either, so it worked out; both animals were useful, anyway, for scouting and riding respectively. It didn’t matter, though. “Communing with the winged spirits,” she answered wryly, brushing some of her mane away from her face. It was getting longer than she liked, almost girlish, and that wouldn’t do.

Deciding that this was enough welcoming banter, Vesper made a grab at the neck of the bottle. Her first swig inevitably made her sputter, but she had more experience going into it this time, and she only muttered, “This stuff has to be from hell,” before shoving it back and wiping her mouth with her arm. It wouldn’t take them long to get tipsy; her throat and stomach already felt hot and spirited from that first burning gulp.

“So,” the Centurion said, just to start some intelligent conversation before it devolved into slurred phrases and giggles, “how are the kids?”



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#6
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Helotes Lykoi


Word Count → 227 :: OOC


Helotes loved the way Vesper reacted to the alcohol; it reminded him of the first time they had drank together. Sufficed to say, that time had not been as amiable as this time was, and for that Helotes grateful. The Lykoi was suddenly reminded of how much he had changed from when he had first come to Inferni; he had so been like his father, uncaring and bold, but now he had meddled, and he was more than comfortable with that.

He took the bottle from his friend and took a swig himself, and reacted in much the same way; the drink was harsh on the throat and belly, but strong; it would not take long for the two of them to be singing merry songs. He laughed at her prior comment on the drink, Indeed, el Diablo concocted it himself! the idea of the devil sharing any kind of drink with mortals was preposterous, but it was a fun idea. Helotes looked over and smiled at Vesper, taking one more gulp of the moonshine before handing it back over.

In response to her question about the children, he was more than honest, Eating, crying, and shitting constantly. He laughed heartily, I can barely keep up… especially now that Zana has made herself scarce. He quieted then, wondering if he should have said that out loud or not. His mate had been wandering off more than usual, and at longer intervals lately it seemed. He couldn’t complain really; now that there was peace in Inferni, looking after the kids was his number one priority. Still… he felt her growing distant, and deep inside it frightened him somewhat.


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Vesper grinned at her friend’s agreement, and while she didn’t think much of other luperci languages, she liked the way el Diablo sounded and longed to make Helotes speak some more Spanish. Or maybe it was the alcohol making her giddy already.

She snorted at her friend’s rather honest statement about the puppies, although she knew she’d probably be charmed by Helotes’ kids if she met them when they weren’t just babies. She had zero maternal instincts, and the thought of caring for a little squalling rat didn’t appeal to her—although she sometimes wondered what it would be like if she somehow procured some pups to care for. While she’d no doubt she’d make an awkward parent, she did feel a little better at the thought of teaching kids how to hunt and fight and get through life.

Her ear flicked back when the dusky male spoke of his scarce mate. “She’ll return to you,” she murmured, meaning it both metaphorically and literally; she hadn’t seen the pygmy woman around much either. “Maybe she just needs to adjust to dealing with the kids. I mean, they’re yours; they’ve gotta be a handful.” She nudged him lightly then grabbed for the bottle they’d been passing back and forth.

Taking a bit larger of a gulp than she’d meant to, Vesper swallowed painfully then shoved the bottle back and frowned, her brows pinching together. “At least you got her, y’know? Half the time I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing with Myrika. She’s gotta think I’m a moron, and she’s just playing polite, or something.” It was rare for the scarred coywolf to be self-conscious about that sort of thing, but the fact of how little experience she had came back to her. She could woo a damsel in distress and cultivate a relationship based on hormones, but the Aquila was new territory—soft but strong, far more intelligent than she was, and terrifying.


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#8
This is a summary post to make up for the one lost:

Helotes thinks about Zana and how it doesn't surprise him that she left.

He is surprised that Vesper is speaking to him about Myrika. He asks what it is she's worried about (insert obscene gesture here). Then he scooches over to her and pulls some moves, whispers Spanish sweet nothings to her, and then kisses her, like a retard.
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that was so awesome you get an instareply


The she-yote didn’t really know why she was talking about her love life. She supposed it was because Helotes really was the only one she could talk to about these things; he’d guessed and accepted who she was and what she liked, and it was easier to talk about these things to a luperci than a bird, even though Stark was happy to give her relationship advice.

If she was hoping for honest advice about gently wooing a woman, she should not have opened her mouth to a drunk Helotes.

After smugly calling her a moron, the dusky male teased her then began to scissor his fingers together suggestively. The scarred Centurion blushed furiously, her complexion darkening as the skin under her pale fur flamed red.

“I don’t need advice on that.” She spat moonshine-flavored venom at him, flattening her ear and absentmindedly closing her legs together. “I’ve already—I mean—” Her blue eyes darted to the ground, and then she scowled. The adage about joining those you can’t beat came to her, and she added nonchalantly, “I had to be creative when I wasn’t luperci.”
She’d let him dwell on that image for as long as he wanted (probably a while, the pervert), but then he was already changing the subject. This was what she’d more seriously been considering in her drunken state, knowing that her past relationships hadn’t been as meaningful as she hoped to make hers with the Aquila.

Helotes continued to talk, his slurred words almost sultry, and scooted closer. Her hackles stood on end as the space on either side of her diminished, her back almost up against the central trunk while he was leaning in closer, his mouth coming close to her ear. Spanish rolled smoothly from his tongue, not sounding nearly as good as she’d thought it had, and she ducked her head down to evade him.

Then his mouth was on hers, his breath hot against her whiskers. Her eyes widened then burned with icy anger; she could hear a loud cry from above as a bird-shaped shadow dropped down at Helotes’ face, just as she jerked back to her senses and dealt the Lykoi brute a shove.



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#10
This is a summary post to make up for the one lost:

Helotes doesn't even have time to react when feathers get in his face and Vesper shoves him. He falls out of the tree, the alcohol shatters, and he lands on his arm spraining it.

He starts laughing like a crazy person, and tells Vesper that she broke him, but his arm is only sprained, but man it hurts like a bitch!
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With Stark flapping at his head and all of the woman’s fury-fueled strength behind her shove, the muscular Hydra toppled to the ground.

It took a second for Vesper to collect herself and realize what she had just done. She was mentally groggy, the alcohol putting slow fuzz on everything, and her pounding heart only quickened its journey through her system. She trembled as she wiped her forearm against her mouth, but then her blue eyes fell to the ground when his shout really registered in her mind.

“Oh, shit, Helotes,” the coywolf gasped, and she had to steady herself as she shifted on the branch so she wouldn’t fall too. The raven perched beside her, beady eyes cold and careless as they regarded the man, who looked at her perhaps with the realization of what he’d done. She started to apologize until she heard his raucous laughter, and then she sent a glob of spit down at him.

“You do anything like that again and I’ll really fuck you up,” she shouted. Her scarred face contorted in a dangerous glare as she fumbled at the branch, doing her best to hang herself down from it with her arms. She landed and fell on her ass, wincing then stumbling drunkenly toward him, where she dropped down to her knees.

“Are you okay, you stupid asshole?” she asked darkly, punching him in the stomach, although his abdomen was toned enough she doubted it would hurt too much. She practically sat down on him and looked at his arm. “Is it really broken?” she whined, her ear flattening and her eyes seeking his tentatively. “Now Myrika really won’t like me; I just destroyed our Hydra.”






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#12
This is a summary post to make up for the one lost:

Helotes says that it's ok, it's only sprained and that he'll have Emma look at it. Then he reassures Vesper that Myrika will come around sooner or later, that there's no reason for her not to like Vesper. He also calls Vesper a beautiful woman.
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It was impossible for the coywolf to hide her relief when Helotes assured her that his arm was only sprained. She was still honestly pissed off at him, but she didn’t want the top-ranking warrior of the pack out of commission or her friend hurt for a stupid reason. Their emotions might be muddled by alcohol now, but she didn’t want him to hate her when he sobered up.

“Sure, get the cute young blonde to look at that,” she teased, relaxing slightly.

When the man apologized, she frowned and scooted off his chest, sitting down in the grass. Her eyes lingered on the broken shards of the moonshine bottle somewhat mournfully; it’d take a hell of a lot of alcohol to forget that. His compliment surprised her, though, just because of how sincere it sounded.
Vesper looked at him, wondering, and decided she didn’t want to know the answer.

She found it easier to respond to his reassurance, a smile wobbling on her lips as she ran her fingers through the warm grass. “I just dunno what to do without making some corny romantic gesture,” she said. “I mean, we’re already kinda—together? But everyone else it’s just like I make them feel better and we’re happy and they go away because they’re strong and they don’t need me, but Myrika’s already strong even if she doesn’t know it, and she doesn’t need me, and I like that, but I’m scared.” Her speech came far from eloquently, but more or less she was able to get her thoughts across.





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