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The remains of human life were at once eerie and intensely fascinating. He would never bore of learning the ways of the strange creatures who had ruled the earth before his kind. Their ghosts were everywhere, in the strange items and customs they left behind to be adopted by canines, and in the empty dwellings that lined the residential streets of Halifax. He could never desire to live like they had — with their exorbitant luxuries, he imagined that their lives had been much less rich, and less satisfying than his. The disappearance of human beings was a mystery that he had no hope of solving, so he relented to simply appreciate the power that they had once held over the world. It was why he chose to walk the city streets, feeling insignificant among the structures built by a species much more advanced than his.
He had been watching the clouds on his way into the city, and by the time he reached a street lined with dingy houses, the sky had unleashed a torrential downpour. The warm spring raindrops made him uncomfortable, dampening his fur and soaking into his skin. Kansas lifted his satchel over his head to shield himself from the droplets and kept an eye out for a place to escape the rain. It did not take him long to find a covered porch, its stairs and railings worn ragged by the elements. He leaped up the steps and shook the excess water from his ivory fur, though it did little to dry him. Setting his satchel against the side of the house, Kansas sunk down against the door, drawing his knees towards his chest. He sharply inhaled the humid air as he gazed out at the powerful rain, momentarily lost in a trance. There was plenty of good, dense weed in his pack, which he intended to amplify the experience of returning to Halifax. But for the moment, he was content to relax and watch the rain fall.
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The man had not been up to anything really interesting as of late,well, you know besides fraternizing with some of the females of Inferni, getting high with his son, playing some guitar here and there, tattooing bitches and whatnot. He hadn't been out of Inferni since he had gotten paints at Halifax with Talitha awhile back, and now seemed like a good time for go to Halifax and have a day out by himself without having to deal with Sascha and Marik, as well as the needy stable of mounts that the man had been taking care of. Speaking of which he needed to find some new tack for both Blitzen and Donder. Maschine's tack was starting to ware, but it still had plenty of rides in it. The only reason he was looking for tack for the other two was because for one, they were not horses, and for two, they kept on chewing their ropes and he was hoping that he'd be able to find something that would work better.
He was riding his steed along the old streets of Halifax before the rain had started to drop on the two beings. Both Cotl and Maschine were used to the uncomfortable rides in the rain and after awhile the two had stopped caring about the rain. The fabric of Cotl's pants clung to his fur and skin and the rust man huffed from beneath his heavy head that held his soaked coal locks that had grown rather long since he had long neglected cutting it. He moved along the residential streets, knowing that what he wanted would not be in this area. A heavy scent that was slightly washed from the air would touch his nose though and his bi-colored eyes would narrow. It'd been some time since he had smelt this smell and he thought for some time that he was just imagining the smell before he had seen the ivory and chocolate male. Cotl lead Maschine over to the porch that Kansas was standing on and Cotl let a rather wicked grin fall on his face before he would clear his throat. He slipped from his mount and he had walked over to the other man. Hallo Kansas the drenched German spoke to the man. Long times no-FUCKFACE- see..
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Kansas kept his eyes open rather than letting them drift closed, as he usually would have in this kind of pensive mood. He wished to stay alert, and there was a chance that if he closed his eyes he would then lie down and fall asleep, which was a bad idea in a sketchy area like this, where who knew what haunted the abandoned streets. For the longest time, all was still and quiet except for the patter of rain on rooftops and windows, and Kansas was felt calm and happy - aside from wishing that his mate sat on the step close to him.
A figure appeared at the end of the street, at first slightly distorted by the fog and rain, but still recognizable as a smallish canine riding a dark horse. Kansas instinctively tensed up, his ears pinning against his skull as he hunkered lower and wondered if he should retreat into the house. But something had robbed him the ability of motion and he stayed where he was, wide eyes affixed to the pair of creatures that drew nearer. Perhaps it was the small frame of the canine that kept him still, because when he could make out the rich gold color of his fur, the peircings and the wristbands, a huge grin formed on the ivory male's face.
He stood as Cotl dismounted and stopped before him, and Kansas was so pleased by the characteristic greeting that he burst into laughter that ran high in pitch and left his eyes watering. "Heheh, hey Cotl. Been awhile, yeah," Kansas said, his low voice breaking in the aftermath of his laughter. "Eh, what're you doin here?" he asked curiously, thinking of their last encounter in this city, where they'd traded a CD player for a piercing. That was a long time ago.
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And I whispered in her ear;
Fear me dear for I am Death
When Kansas started to laugh and smile, Cotl found himself quite thoroughly confused, but a wicked grin was placed on his maw regardless. The man agreed that it had been some time, and it had, back then he was traded for an old CD player that he had tried to keep in good condition, but for some reason it did not work anymore. It wasn't like he would be lucky enough to find any new batteries since that had been the only problem with it. Cotl nodded his head and then Kansas would ask him what he was doing down here, in Halifax. He looked around and shrugged briefly. Ich needed more supplies-NYEH- Halifax has ein groß selections auf dhings. the man spoke, nodding his head some more and clearing his throat. One could wonder what the Crimson Dreamer was doing here as well, and the curious Cotl was not afraid to ask. Was du? the man asked cocking his head to the right as he glanced back to the porch the man was sitting on. Du lives 'ere now oder somedhing? the man asked the other, his throat clearing once more.
The ivory male still smelt of the dreamers and their lake, so it wasn't likely that the male was living here now, it was more likely that he was just taking shelter from the rain, now that Cotl did actually think about how it was raining out. Maschine was out in the rain while the two were on the porch, not getting any more wet than at least Cotl was.The man pulled the coal bangs from over his eyes so that he could see the man better, and he looked to the man's brow, to see if he still had the piercing that they had traded for. How ist your -DICKWAD-piercing? the rust man asked the ivory one.
Cotl does. "Cotl speaks." Cotl thinks.
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Kansas had bad luck with the second CD player he had found. He did not know what was wrong with it, but it could have been in need of batteries, which were so difficult to find that he never really bothered looking. It was terrible not to be able to listen to music, and that was why he had begun to make his own. Kansas nodded to Cotl's response, suppressing a smile at the accent and words he sometimes did not exactly catch — he got the gist of it, however. I usually come here for the same reason.... But today, eh, just wanted a walk. He raised a brow at Cotl's question, did he not reek of Crimson Dreams? Uh... no. Still in Crimson Dreams, he spoke with a chuckle. He loved his pack so much that it was inconceivable for him to ever leave. Until he went to Italy with Savina, years in the future.
Kansas sat down and shifted aside on the stoop, making room for Cotl to sit at a reasonable distance beside him, if he wished. As he was doing so Cotl asked of his piercing, and the unintended punctuation nearly made Kansas laugh again, but he sufficed with a goofy grin. Dickwad piercing. He lifted the straight lock of hair away from his eyebrow so that Cotl could see it more clearly. His mane was getting long again. Good. Never taken it out. He truly enjoyed being pierced, though he wasn't sure why. Releasing the strands of hair, he tapped his satchel with a pale finger and looked to his humorous coydog friend. You wanna toke...? he asked this hopefully, as this was the man who had first gotten him high and he longed to revisit the experience.
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