#####Instead of sitting on the front stoop as she had done for so many days in a row now, Lolita was in the main bedroom, lying on the floor beside the dried blood on the matching carpet. She was lying flat on her back, her legs crossed over one another, hands folded across her flat stomach. Flaming hair fanned her lean face, and she was completely content to lay there with her eyes closed. She did not expect anyone to come traipsing into this house, since she had marked it decently with her own scent in much the same way that alphas did with their pack’s territory. It was just an old house in the city, but she was the queen of it, and she would be damned if anyone was going to try and take it from her. Company was sometimes a decent thing—though she was definitely not always in the mood for it—but she was not expecting any company now that she was inside and relaxing. This was her space, somewhere for her to stay and to keep her stuff (albeit she had very few things, and what she did have was tucked beneath the bed in her satchel). Surely no one would bother her today, uninvited and without her sitting out front. She would be happy either way.

How did he feel about the war? Well, it didn’t particularly interest him. He wasn’t into the whole fighting thing. He preferred all of his marks to continue to come from matters of lovings. He was marked up but not from fighting or training. All of his came from other physical connotations. Besides, he didn’t have anything against the wolves. He had no problems with anyone. So why should he take part in something that he didn’t believe in? He had set up some traps near the border and did his part in helping out at least. But the actual fighting. He would just have to be out of that. Beside, given how short he was what use would he be? He was a foot or two below everyone, even his brother having an inch on him, so he would most likely just be underfoot and in the way. So it was just best that he not take part in that aspect of things. Or that was how he saw it at least. He was offering his help where he could give and that should be enough. Or so he thought. Because then again the Aquila could always see it differently. And what was he to say then? Well he hadn’t figured that much of it out yet.


So instead of concentrating on the aspects of the war he traveled into the city instead. He figured that he could always stock up on some sort of supplies or something. He didn’t know what exactly but it would get him away from the craziness. It would give him an excuse to be away at least. Especially if he brought something useful back with him. He would just have to figure out what that something useful was before he got back to the clan. But for now he wasn’t going to worry about that either. Right now he was just going to enjoy his time away from all things war related. It had just been bad timing that he had gotten roped into all of this. He hadn’t known that at the time he had shown up they were right on the brink of this. How could he have known? All he had intended on doing was to follow his brother and reacquaint himself with his slightly older sibling. That was it really. But now he was stuck in a war that had nothing to do with him just because the clan he had been accepted into had declared it. Really wasn’t fair.


He walked through the city, looking for something to entertain himself with. And it was this search that led him to the scent marked house. How curious was that? And with that curiosity leading him he entered the human built domain. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen one since he was living in the mansion with his brother. It was one being purposefully claimed in a land that he had learned was neutral territory. “Anyone home?” He called out the words as he entered the house. There was a fresh scent through the place but that didn’t mean someone hadn’t come in, looted, and then left. Actually he was on the verge of considering that option for himself.

#####She stiffened at the intruding voice, though she stayed where she was, keeping her emerald eyes closed against the world. It was, apparently, easy to not notice scent marking, though she had made them strong. Perhaps, then, this one thought that he did not need to pay attention to them since the house was not on claimed land. Taught stomach caved in on itself even more as she inhaled, then called out to the stranger invading her house (though not her home), "It depends on who wants to know." Though there was nothing of value in the house aside from her bag in the corner and the blood stains on the floor, Lolita was fairly certain she was not going to let someone come traipsing in to take anything that they pleased. She certainly wanted nothing to do with the human articles, but she was unwilling to give up the things in the house without a second thought. The house held too much meaning to her, a misture of hatred and love all bundled up between four main outer walls and quite a few inner walls, as well. Oversized shepherd ears perked forward, trying to listen from down the hallway to see what the stranger was planning to do or say. She was not afraid, though the scent was distinctly Inferni and she was Dahlian. This was her house, and she could always drop Anselm and Kaena's names if need be. Besides, she was not capable of dying again, so what was there to fear in the stranger from the clan?

Marik cared nothing for something’s worth and value. Instead he liked things for what interest they could hold. Mostly things that he didn’t know what they were so that he could find out more about them. Just like the ramen and the metal bits that he had brought back from his first trip to Halifax. They held no value outside of what could be learned about them. And that is what he was after. Well, that and the drink. That was a vice of his. Something that he did with his brother and there was no fighting during those times. Usually those ended in Marik passing out and waking up with some sort of new artwork or piercing upon his body. But he had gotten to the point that he didn’t particularly mind. Just like the scars that laced his body, except he asked for those, everything added to his form had some sort of meaning. Even if it was to no one but him. But it wasn’t like he was out to impress anyone anyways. Why should he? What did he have to prove? He didn’t think that he had anything that needed to be proven at least. He had been reunited with his brother, his entire reason for having come to Canada, and that was all that really mattered to him. He didn’t see why he had to show off for anyone else. If they liked him then good and if not then oh well. Just so long as he got to stay with his brother that was all that really mattered.


He was beginning to think that no one was around when he had finally heard the voice. So he wasn’t actually alone after all. That thought had a smile curling on his lips. Good, that was good. He didn’t care who it was at the moment. All that mattered to him was that there was another body around to entertain him. It meant he didn’t have to go back to Inferni and wait for his brother to return from doing whatever it was that he did. This would provide him with an opportunity to occupy his time until he had to head back so that he could be around when it was time to bed down. He didn’t want to worry his brother after all. Not since they shared a bed every night since he had been here. He didn’t want Cotl to think that he had wandered off and forsaken him. Though it wasn’t certain if Cotl ever actually thought that. But with the way that their family had treated Cotl he wasn’t about to risk it. For all he knew Cotl might not even worry if he didn’t come back. But he liked to imagine that his brother did.


So it wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed the scent marking. He had certainly noticed it. Had made a mental note of it. And it was because of the scent mark that he had stopped in. He had been hoping to find another to fill his time with. And it seemed that he had gotten just what he wanted. “Just someone looking to relieve themselves from monotony and boredom of day to day life during these troubled times.” And that pretty much summed up everything. He was tired of war preparations. He didn’t care about the war. It had nothing to do with him. He had just joined at the wrong time. It had broken out just after he had gotten here and had known nothing about those that were involved. Even now he still didn’t know too much. But it wasn’t like he was looking to pry into it either. Instead this was enough for him for now. Just following the sound of the voice to the room and leaning in the doorway. A smile played on his lips as he looked over the female’s body, unable to stop himself. “So what do you say gorgeous? Could you do with some company as well?”

#####Emerald eyes flickered to the doorframe as he entered the room she was lounging in, taking in the sight of his scars and body modifications. Lolita was no stranger to such things, and it seemed that many here enjoyed such things. Daisuke had, as well as Kansas, though his was small and modest. "You are from Inferni. Aren't you afraid to be alone with one of us awful Dahlians?" she asked coyly, unlacing her fingers and letting one hand fall to tenderly stroke the dried blood beside her. She had personally had mixed experiences with members of Inferni, having enjoyed the company of both Kaena and Anselm, but she had drawn the blood of Snake (whose name she was unsure of). The woman was not afraid to be around someone from Inferni, but she knew that feelings might not be mutual. The clan had such bad blood with her pack. It was terribly unfortunate that things were that way.