OOC: Not a problem Also I don't think Kemo ever told her his name XD but I suppose we can just assume that they passed their names somehow ^^ SSWM:518

It was a strange thing, this new plant that Kemo had come to accept into his life. Who would have ever thought that such a simple act as breathing in the fumes of a burning plant could bring about such a wonderful response in the mind? Every time he took that first hit of the wonderful plant, the memory never failing to appear, he wished he had never lived without it. It was that thought that kept him returning to Clover, besides trying to spend some time with her to make it look like he cared for her as a friend, not just as a dealer. Cannabis was now a normal part of his life and it would only take the test of time for him to find out how permanent that idea was.

He smiled as he took another hit from the only freshly lit joint, inhaling the wonderful vapors that exuded from the burning leaves and releasing them with a satisfied sigh. There was no substitute for this. Nothing in the entire world, at least from his experiences, could ever replace the feeling he received from these wonderful leaves. Others smoke this stuff, that has to be true...but what could be a way to take advantage of that? Were there ways to grow this stuff and trade it for something else he could use? Or maybe I could exchange this stuff for services from someone...there's got to be some way I can take advantage of this...but how?"

It was then that he heard his name being called, not even bothering to look up as it would have been a pointless effort. The voice he at first didn't recognize. It was female in origin, that was for sure, and the tone surprised him. How could anyone that he didn't know be this glad to see him? It was then that his nose picked up her scent and it was then that he instantly recognized who it was. His muzzle broke into a smile, indicating that he wasn't in one of his trademark "mood swings", but he wasn't quite sure what this female's motives were.

"Well..well..well..Look what we have here. Back for another round eh?" He broke off into a laugh before taking a refreshing hit from his joint. That was good..laughter seemed to increase the intensity of it. "Just kidding, I think you've experienced enough raping in your life for one day, don't you?" He chuckled evilly. "Now then, what are you doing out here in the middle of scenic nowhere? Something I can help you with?" He of course didn't fail to notice the fact that the wolfess was now walking on two legs, the heavy footfalls giving that away quite clearly, but he didn't want the wolfess to assume it would change anything. He would have what he wanted...when he wanted it. For the moment, however, he was curious, and he was in a good mood.

He sat patiently on the twisted tree branch, looking toward her direction as he waited for her to answer his question.

OOC: Naw it's fine, We'll just OOC that somehow she found out his name and he found out hers. Short post >.< 237

The wolfess didn't seem as afraid of him as she should be, despite all the things he did to her, but of course there was still that lingering doubt. He took another hit of the joint as she came closer and gave her proposition to him. There was definitely something new about her. Every step had a lot more weight that he remembered behind it, so either the wolfess had somehow fattened up for winter, or had somehow succeeded in becoming a luperci.

He showed no indication that he minded her sitting where she was, conveniently very close to him. It seemed she was determined to get some of his weed, and who wouldn't? This was some of Clover's best stuff, something some wolves would even kill for. However, what in Moon sake could vodka be? He had never heard of the word or the sound that the liquid made. Sort of a weird swishing noise, like it was inside of something, but he had never heard something like that before.

"Well that sounds ok to me. I don't mind passing the joint every now and then, but what is this vodka that you are willing to trade? I've never heard of it." He took one more hit before holding the joint out to her. "This is some high quality stuff, don't underestimate it." He laughed, the used smoke from his previous hit spewing from his muzzle.

OOC:Sorry took so long, procrastinator here XD

Kemo smiled as the wolfess took two large hits from the joint. She obviously wasn't unfamiliar with the herb, but he wondered if she had ever had the pleasure of smoking any of Clover's high grade stuff? It was too bad that he couldn't pick up on the high factor, but he supposed it didn't really matter much to him. This was so surreal, sitting here passing the joint with a wolfess he had not long ago raped and abandoned to her own fate. He smiled as she handed the joint back to him, grabbing it before she even had a chance to say Here. He could hear the delicate burning sound the leaves made and judging from the proximity of the sound he was able to tell when it was close enough to be considered "in passing". Sometimes he surprised even himself.

As he inhaled for his next hit, he kept an ear focused on Axelle, particularly on how she was acting. Yet another time he wished he could see, wanting to see the look on her face at the moment, which he was sure would have been a kick. Judging from the silence, she was off in her own world at the moment, most likely very high just off of those 2 hits. He wasn't calling her a lightweight or anything, he just wasn't sure if she had ever smoked weed as potent as this before. He chuckled slightly as he exhaled, hearing the cracks in her back. "I didn't realize this stuff was potent enough to realign your spine, it really grabs you by the tail though doesn't it?" He laughed again, taking another hit after he recovered, exhaling as she asked her question.

"I'm afraid not. I have no idea what vodka, alcohol, or drunk is. We didn't have any of this stuff back in my homeland and I don't think my Alpha would have allowed us to partake in it anyways." He left out the fact that his father was the Alpha, there was no reason to let her know that fact. It would have made things even more odd than they are and he was focused on trying to have a good time with the wolfess at this moment in time. It was one of those rare moments that Kemo was friendly and open, but he didn't know how long it would last.

He took one more hit and passed the joint to Axelle, exhaling as she asked her question. "If by shrooms you mean mushrooms, then yes, but I don't know what you mean by drug. I have heard that they make you sick if you eat them and I lot of them are poisonous, yet another piece of valuable information given by my..alpha." He had almost let it slip again. "Tell me about them, along with this alcohol you're talking about. I'm curious as to what drunk is." It was Clover that had gotten him interested in the herb, but she had never told him anything about these other things that Axelle talked about as if it was common knowledge.

OOC: I am soooooo sorrryyy DX Also sorry this post is written so weird, I thought it would tie in with the high he's feeling, plus..erm.. *cough* you get what I mean

It was easy then to share the herb with the wolfess, reaching such a comfortable feeling that his anger was no longer an issue. Of course he had been smoking before Axelle had arrived, so that could be a ruling factor. Nevertheless, this wasn't something they would call deaf, so it was easy then to reach out and take the joint from her fingers. He took a few short pulls as well, butting the joint as it was finished.

In a lot of ways, he had wanted to kiss Clover, both for being his first real friend besides Ralla and for introducing him to this wonderful herb. It helped him deal with his anger and be a little more friendly to others. Problem is, when he wasn't high, he was back to his normal Kemo self. For the moment, as he disposed of the roach, he was...calm.

"I have to say it definitely sounds interesting. If it's anything like the herb, I might as well give it a try. You only live once right?" He laughed, sitting back against the tree. He was quite comfortable now, the twisted branch conveniently shaped to help him feel as though he was sleeping against a warm, flat rock. He laid his bag up behind his head and crossed his arms on top of it.

"I think I'll pass on the shrooms as you call them. My mind is messed up enough as it is without adding that to the mix. Anger doesn't go well with messed up senses like that. Hey wait a second, I don't even know what color you are! However, I'm all for trying alcohol. You have definitely peaked my interest." He laughed at that, going off into thought again. Shrooms didn't sound like anything he would have wanted to try, but he was fairly curious as to the effects of alcohol.

Then she brought up his alpha and that brought him into a state of silence. "Yes, my alpha. The leader of my old pack. It's in the past now, something that just isn't necessary to bring up right now." He left it at that, choosing at that point to get up and stretch his legs. With a short walk around the clearing, he allowed himself to relax, to enjoy the event that was happening. After all, this is what Axelle had wanted in the first place right?

At her words, he walked over to near her and held out his hand for the bottle. "What do you say we break it open? After all, this seems like as good a day as any. Come on Axelle, let's try this stuff out and have ourselves a good time, while we're young and while I'm in a good mood." He smiled widely, still holding his hand out to her. "Who knows, maybe I'll let you in on my past after all."

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Kemo immediately noticed her use of the word make, but he wasn't about to let her spoil his good mood that easily. "Well, you can ask me to guess, but I will go ahead and assume that's what you meant. Hmm...well the only colors I've seen wolves possess are black and white, so I'm going to be safe and guess....a mixture of black and white? Are there any other colors on wolves, coyotes, and jackals?" This last question sent his mind reeling. He had grown up being able to see and all he had ever seen in his own pack were wolves and wolfesses of white and black or a mixture of either. That was all he had ever seen before his vision was taken from him, so it was only right for him to imagine all wolves shared those colors.

The moment the bottle touched his hand he smiled, testing it in almost every way. He shook the bottle, listened to the contents swish around inside, ran his fingers over the smooth surface, then tried to find the tip of the bottle, knowing there had to be a place to get the liquid out. It wasn't hard to figure out, though it did take him a few minutes to figure out how to pull the stopper out of the bottle. It must have been quite a sight, smiling in triumph and humor at the wolfess as he finally got it open then sniffed the contents, wincing slightly at the powerful scent coming from the bottle.

"Interesting scent..well..might as well give it a try." He placed the bottle to his muzzle and tipped back the contents, drinking some of the liquid before ripping the bottle from his muzzle and coughing and sputtering loudly. A fire burned in his throat and mouth and he wondered just how others could possibly drink this stuff when he began to feel a strange warmth begin to spread through him. "Whoa...this is certainly new.." He tipped back another drink of the liquid and passed the bottle back to Axelle, sitting back down on his little tree perch.

"How did you find this stuff Axelle? How did anybody find out about these mind altering things? It seems strange to think somebody just found this stuff and decided to drink it."

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Judging by the almost silent gasp and the sudden increase in heartbeat, he had judged right. That helped his suspicions of the colors of wolves, but her question raised his curiosity quite a bit, his head tilted at her. "I assure you, Axelle, I am quite blind. I wish I could tell you that I wasn't, but sadly it is what it is. The Moon has seen to it that I have been cursed with loss of sight, but I still am allowed to live a somewhat normal life, so it's not so bad."

Her explanation made his jaw drop. So he was wrong then, but who could blame him? "I suppose now that I think about it, it doesn't really make sense to think there are only two or three colors of wolves in the world, but you can't really blame me for believing that. I grew up in a pack solely consisting of white, black, and possibly even gray coat colors and those are all I saw before I went blind, so naturally it's only right for me to assume the constant is the norm. You have opened my eyes then, so to speak." The colors of the rainbow...that was hard to imagine.

Over time Kemo began to notice a gentle fuzzy feeling in his mind, though it was only barely noticeable at the moment. Was that due to the effects of the alcohol? Was this supposed to be happening to him? Her question interrupted his thoughts, bringing a smile to his face. "Now there's a story. Well, tell you what Axelle, I'm in a good mood, but this is nowhere near easy a subject to talk about. You see, I was barely over a year old when I lost my sight, but I lost so much more that day. It was the day I would be allowed to hunt on my own for the first time, to bring home my first kill and to be officially labeled a member of the family. I was so excited that day, but the Moon had other plans for me. Just before I could land the blow that would give me the glory I so desperately craved, the Moon stepped in, sending a creature that broke more than just my eyes, gave me more than just these scars. I woke up miles away from my home and haven't seen my family, my pack, or anything else since."

He left it at that, choosing to lay back again as he tried to forget those painful memories. With a casual reach across to Axelle, trying to take his turn with the bottle again, he tilted his head at her answer to his previous question. "Humans?"

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Kemo stared out into the blackness of the forest, his thoughts deep though he kept his ears tuned to the frequency of Axelle's musings. Up until the moment she stood up, he was contemplating whether or not he should continue drinking or to light up another smoke, but when she did stand, he focused his complete attention back to her, though it would have appeared as if nothing had changed. When she sat by him and scooted close to him, he couldn't help but smile, especially when she told him he was warm. "Well you're certainly warm as well Axelle, I see you decided to share this comfortable tree with me." He didn't mind really.

In his altered state, he didn't have a problem with living in the moment and sharing a time with this wolfess. Certainly if he had been sober he might have noticed the strange way the wolfess was acting and may have even pushed her away from him, but it was nice to sit here with her at the moment, sharing the warmth of their body heat and the bottle she had yet to pass to him. Instead of pushing her away as she was thinking, though unknown to him, he lifted up his arm and drew it around her shoulders, pressing her closer to him to allow her to be closer to him and to enjoy her warmth even more.

There was that talk of creatures again. "I don't know what the creature was. It was large, like a bear, but almost wolf like in appearance...to this day I can't imagine what it is." Though he knew it was his mother...Kemo looked up as the bottle was placed into his hand, immediately going up to his mouth and being drained. He would have to ask her where he could get more, but his question was answered before he even had a chance to form the words in his mind. "So humans made this stuff. Well they certainly got something right at least." Being blind, Kemo was completely oblivious to Axelle's smiling and her thoughts and feelings, but he did notice her heartbeat was different from the average heartbeats he heard in his time as a blind heartreader.

Of course that could be attributed to the difference of every heart and wolf, so he never put much thought into it. One thing was bothering him however. "Axelle, I'm sure you have many questions to ask me, and you are free to ask them, but you have asked me about your family, will you tell me about yours?"