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yay! this thread is making me excited. 500 +

Kansas was having a wonderful day. There was a bounce in his step, causing his hair to flip into and out of his face; ordinarily this would have bothered him, but he could tell where he was going, and something as small as that could not possibly irritate him today. He had never taken his CD player out of the Manor; not since he'd found it with Giggle. It was currently his most prized possession, and for weeks he'd been terrified that allowing it to exit the safety of his room would ensure its somehow getting lost or destroyed. But that fear had abated, and he was perfectly content to have it tucked away in his bag, the headphones securely against his ears. It felt amazing to be walking around on such a gray, cloudy afternoon with the music synced perfectly to his footsteps. He felt exotic, unique, strong and beautiful all at once. Music effected Kansas in such a profound way. It would have been difficult to explain this to anyone.

The biting chill of the coming winter had persuaded him to wear the scarf his girl had given him last year. He'd been anxiously awaiting the day that was cold enough for him to comfortably wear it, and at last that day was here. The dark and pale blue stripes were stark against his creamy coat; he loved the feel of the scarf around his neck. Kansas looked around and gave the air a sniff. He did not believe anyone was around. Perhaps it wasn't smart of him to assume this, and doubly ignorant of him to reach into his bag and crank up the volume of the music. His arms held invisible drumsticks as he matched the beat of the pounding percussion, his head bobbing with the amazing guitar and growling vocals. He fucking loved this CD. It was by far is favorite; he was pretty sure the label read "Last House on the Left." He wished he could understand the lyrics, because he'd also been practicing his growls and pig squeals... And then Kansas was suddenly torn from his reverie by a strange sight, one that threw him completely off. It was a beautiful horse, and upon the horse lounged a small canine.

Kansas jumped, pulling the headphones off his head just in time to hear the word "testicles." He froze abruptly, brow furrowing in confusion. Had he really just heard that? "Uh," He stepped toward the relaxing coyote, holding his hand out to caress the horse's nose in case it was alarmed by his presence. He decided to assume that he had not heard the profane exclamation he thought he had. Instead, he wondered where the man had acquired his mount; he knew Ember raised the creatures. Perhaps it was far-fetched that the stranger had obtained his horse from Kansas' sister, but it was fun to toy with the possibility. Kansas looked the canine over, noting the impressive and enviable piercings, the general, attractive danger about him. He stared for a moment longer before remembering himself. "Sorry, eh, I didn't notice you. I had my music up too loud." He could still hear the song blasting from the headphones hanging to the ground from his bag. He wound them up and reached in his satchel to turn the CD player off, the returned his attention to the man before him.

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OOC: *dances* sorry for the shortness xP

He felt the horse suddenly stop. The male cocked his head lightly, and then looked infront of the horse. Uh the male muttered. Cotl's shackles raised defensively because the male had startled him. His icy glare on the male, as he brought himself up on the horse, not bothering to dismount or anything. He did stare at the male intently though, he had stopped the two on their course to nowhere, so he must have wanted something. Sorry, eh, I didn't notice you. I had my music up too loud. the male explained, though his cold stare was still just that, cold. He said he had music though. What the hell was he talking about? That's when he saw the CD player. The male had wrapped it up. Cotl let his jaw drop. He hadn't seen one of those in real life before. He had read all about them in the books, but he had never been lucky enough to find one for himself! The male grabbed the bridle of his horse before he turned the horse to the left and looked at the male from the side for a second. Where did you find -BLOODBATH OF FUCKING RABBIT SHIT- find that?! I've been looking for one for MONTHS! the male exclaimed, very surprised that the male was able to find one that still worked. Finding the batteries was probably ten times as hard.

You wouldn't mind...uh...Letting me -FAT SHITHEAD MONGREL- hold it would you? the male asked, his eyes slightly hopeful that he'd be able to atleast touch it. He also wondered what music the male had in there, he knew of many different types, though only having heard a few, and reading about many others. He had wondered which the male had listened to. Bitte?

Sometimes I don't know why I try Because it's easier to die than to get by, than to get by And you and me, we can be buddies, we can be bloody

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click here for the song he's listening to. i encourage you to listen to the whole thing; it's great! if you can stand it. 300 +

The cold stare Kansas received seemed to heighten the chill of the atmosphere, and the pale boy shivered involuntarily. His lean shoulders hunched slightly, as though if he could make himself smaller, the other's irritation might be alleviated. But he followed the bright blue eyes to the CD player he still held in his hand, wrapped in headphones. Perhaps this thing would save his ass. He didn't need another Heath incident, where he didn't believe himself to be doing anything wrong until he was on the ground with his lip split. Kansas stood stock still as the mutt took his horse to a position where he could better be studied, and the Sadira could not help but feel like an insect under a microscope.

The boy let the other finish speaking, unable to keep himself from jumping with every profanity that exited the male's lips. He tried not to stare, but the hybrid did indeed seem strange. He didn't doubt now what he'd heard when he'd first come upon the stranger. "Uh," he repeated, glancing at the CD player again. He loved sharing his music with others, though this time he was a tad bit wary of it because Jazper had hated it so much. This was a different music group, but their music was harsher, if anything. Well, even if the brute hated the music, at least Kansas would avoid getting punching in the face for being discourteous. Odd, how he was much larger than the tawny hybrid and yet he was terrified of him. "Yeah, of course you can. But hey, er," he handed the player gingerly over, holding up the unraveled headphones in his other hand. He needed to ask this, because he couldn't understand why Cotl was cursing at him. "Have I offended you in some way? You press this button here to start it," Kansas pointed to the button with a little arrow.

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"cream himself?!" that made me laugh loudly. 300 +

He was still attempting to make himself smaller, shoulders curling further into his lean frame. He could sense Cotl's anger, his rising fury, and Kansas couldn't fathom why it was him making the other angry! The 'yote hybrid wasn't the one being violently cursed at, seemingly without reason. Still, rather than verbalize or otherwise display the irony and unfairness of this, Kansas prepared for more brown-nosing on his own part, his icy eyes wide and sad. As soon as his most precious possession left his hands, he shoved them into the pockets of his skin-tight pants, looking around absently and at nothing in particular. But those frightened eyes returned to cautiously watch Cotl as he explained the language to him. A short explanation, sure; one that made Kansas' jaw drop for a few seconds, yeah. But he understood what the smaller man meant. He knew there were such things as mental disorders. The profane screaming must be one of these; it was the perfect explanation, actually. Kansas nodded, heaving a sigh of relief after he had figured out that Cotl was now listening to the song at a high volume.

The other's reaction was much different than Jazper's has been. He appeared to have fallen into utter bliss. This was how Kansas felt every time he listened to a song he enjoyed. And when the song had concluded, Cotl was smiling, quite genuinely, as far as Kansas could tell. And the Sadira felt amazing, because he'd done something that actually made another person happy. He listened to the canine's proposition, and chewed his lip in a stressed kind of way. "Well... I love that thing..." he observed. He scratched his forehead slowly, obviously in great turmoil about this. The thing was, in the store where he'd acquired the player, he couldn't remember if there were more like it, so neatly packaged. There had to be. And besides, another piercing or (gosh!) a tattoo would be splendid. "But sure. I bet I can find another. I'd just like to have the CD, if you don't mind."

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whoa that last post was repetitive! *fixes* and short is fine!!

Again, he'd made Cotl happy! It was worth giving up the CD player, especially since he scored another piercing out of it. And, it was a piercing that he wanted, rather than a tattoo. He'd decided on that. Kansas couldn't stop grinning, all the while finding it interesting that he'd just been terrified of the man on the horse a few minutes ago. Kansas took the disc, being careful to hold it by the edges, and fished in his bag for an empty case. "There's a store in Halifax that has a lot of CDs. That's where I found all mine." Once he'd put the CD away, he looked back up to Cotl to answer his question, his excitement so extreme that his tail wagged behind him.

He grabbed his right eyebrow to illustrate what he said. "Could you pierce my eyebrow?" Yeah, he was sure he could. He did not figure an eyebrow to be a difficult thing to punch a hole in. He hadn't been prepared for a piercing today; had not foreseen getting one, but now that the opportunity presented itself... he was thrilled with it. Unexpected, positive events such as this one were very precious to Kansas. "I didn't get your name! How rude of me. I'm Kansas Sadira."

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"The group is 'Last House on the Left', and the title of the album is 'Among Flies,'" he explained. Some of the CDs he'd found had scratched or ripped labels, but this one had been nearly crystal clear. He was fortunate to know how to read, a skill that he'd learned from his sister, Naniko. Reading was part of what had shaped who he was, so the fact that Cotl shared the ability boosted Kansas's respect for him considerably. "We should go there together. To Halifax. I could, you know, help you... pick some shit out." He nodded with a small grin to confirm that he truly would like to do this. He needed more friends, and if Cotl did not consider him too great a fool for friendship, then this was a fine opportunity to work on making it so.

Kansas followed the smaller canine's lead, sitting rather femininely on the log and positively grinning from ear to ear. There were many reasons for his excitement; foremost, how his mate would react. "Nice to meet you, Cotl." One leg wiggled anxiously as he watched the other with curiosity in his pale eyes. "Did you... do all your piercings yourself?" He guessed that at least some of them were self-inflicted. Kansas, on the other hand, could never pierce himself. The sight of blood made him just slightly woozy, so he'd probably chicken out before he could even draw blood. But that was just his wimpy self, and he acknowledged this thoughtfully as he harmlessly studied his new acquaintance.

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Of course, Kansas had been around here enough to be able to recognize the signs of coyote blood in Cotl. And the rust-furred man had the scent of Inferni, something Kansas had come to recognize since his encounter with Sofia. He held no particular prejudice against coyotes. He'd met enough decent ones to realize that they were really no different than wolves, and the stigma hadn't stuck with him even after the incident between Savina and Hybrid. But he had no way of knowing whether Cotl thought less of him for being purely wolf or not, and it worried him just a bit. However, he chose not to think about it too hard, realizing that he should just be grateful that the interesting canine was speaking and trading with him freely.

Kansas nodded as his companion explained his own piercings. It made sense; he supposed it would be difficult to get some of those holes to look right without assistance. "Okay," he said simply in response to Cotl's instructions, tilting his snout upward and allowing the stranger free reign of his face. His leg continuously jiggled, and this was involuntary, adding to the pale boy's embarrassment. Ignoring the heat in his face, Kansas closed not just his right, but both eyes, snapping his teeth firmly together to prevent himself from taking a chunk out of his tongue. "I'm ready, er, go ahead." Yeah, he was nervous about the possibility of pain. But he was also excited, because this would be a surprise to Savina. He felt like a little boy getting his face painted.