[DND] honey sing me a song
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ooc here +000

Before in the other lands, Aani was warm. She was freezing right now. Why did her mother have to drag her back this way? She got it, honestly, her mother grew up here. But still.


It was so cold. The umber and gingerbread colored female, with ashy markings between, sighed to herself, as she quickened her pace. Her mother would be pissed if she found out she left and didn't plan on actually hunting like she said she was going to do. A small snicker to herself, and the female blinked her salmon eyes, ears flickering forwards and then backwards. This was new. There was a reminiscence of a building from the human world. Or what she assumed was the human world.


Half of the building was broken down, you could see where undergrowth and vines took over the structure, it's smell was that of distant packs, and distant wolves, traveling through the area. Perhaps this would prove to be some interesting finds for the sneaky little gal.


Leaping over the broken rubble, Aani leaned down and picked at a spot on the ground and was covered with some sort of fur. Dust rose up and as she coughed and spit, Aani released the blanket and coughed again. good one Aani. she said to herself, huffing. As she delved further into the building, her foot caught an empty bottle of something, and kicked it across the room. She quirked a brow as it thudded into something solid. A trunk, or a chest of some sorts. How interesting. she thought to herself, edging closer towards it, ears on high alert as if someone might jump out towards her.


Upon her approach, she knocked on the chest. Nothing happened. So she poked it with her fingers. Still nothing. Glancing around with curious orbs, she looked back at the chest. It was a mahogany color, with what was once a bronze or gold latch on it. But it was locked, with a small silver lock. Hmm, interesting. She sniffed at it, and then slowly sat down admiring the chest with great interest.




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As much as she appreciated Jandro opening his house up to her, Jandro got a little over-bearing after a while. ... Well, okay, not really over-bearing, but he — well he just — She sighed inwardly, slipping her arms through the heavy cloak and fastening the little wooden buttons as her great-uncle hovered in the kitchen, watching her with concerned eyes.


"Viridian," the aging man started, stepping closer as the girl reached for the door but hesitated. "Are you sure you want to go out in the cold right n — "


"Wither." Her voice wasn't harsh, but it cut through his question before he could finish. Her dull yellow eyes glanced to him over her shoulder, and she grabbed her quiver and bow from beside the door. "And... Yes, I'm sure, Jandro. It's just for a little while."


He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck, and let out a bit of a nervous chuckle. "You know Malika will kill me if anything happens to you," he reminded her lightly, and the girl groaned.


"Yeah, I know," she rolled her eyes, flashing him a reassuring smile as she prattled off her next three points against her fingers. "Just a little while. I won't be gone long. Promise." She held up the three fingers as though they held the key to the universe — or, more aptly, the key to her freedom. Wither Rose heaved open the door, grimacing as the winter air seeped inside, and just as she stepped out into the snow, his voice chided her again.


"Take this too." He held the grip of the hunting knife out to her, knowing she'd forgotten her second weapon of choice — and the hybrid froze, patting the pocket of her pants were it ought to have gone, before laughing to herself and taking the blade.


"Thanks." Her little grin was sincere this time, and the girl was off, trekking through the knee-deep snow.


"Just be careful, Viri — Wither," her uncle called after her. She thought about messing with him and quelling his fears by saying she was going to join a pack of wolves in the woods, but knowing Jandro, he might actually believe her.


Besides, he was a good guy. And he was right about her mother tearing him a new one if anything happened to her darling daughter.


...


A short walk from the cabin brought her to the remnants of a human town, one she had traveled to a few times over her several trips to uncle Jandro's. It held all sorts of curiosities, most of which were kind of, uh... crumbly at this point, but still. Wither wasn't especially picky.


Never had she encountered another soul on her little excursions; not until now. She squinted at the figure, who was diving headlong into some dilapidated building by herself — well, okay. It was gonna be her head hurting when some piece of the ceiling fell on top of her. Although...


Don't need to go in there. These half-fallen buildings were always a risk, and she knew that from day one. Wither knew to avoid them, lest they decide that one flimsy gust of wind was all it took to tumble over. Okay, but like, she's been in there for a while now. But it was only a matter of time before — Yeah, okay, let's go in.


So she jogged through the cracked concrete and exposed iron, flipping stray locks of tawny hair back behind her long ears as she poked her head through the doorway, her eyes trying to adjust to the lower light.


There was the girl, standing right there, doing... something. Rather, kicking something. Picking at something? Wither's face screwed up as she took another tentative step inside, gaze brought up as the floor above them creaked and groaned. "Hey, uh," she wuffed, maybe a bit louder than was necessary, "this place is about to level itself, so do you want to bring that out here?" She laughed, albeit nervously, as she eyed the other female's sitting form. Sitting. In this building that was clearly on its last leg. Sitting.



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ooc here +398

Brown and black ears flickered on her head, her pink iris' shooting towards the female who suddenly appeared. Strange, normally Aani's training from her mother prevented her from being snuck up on by strangers. Aani didn't notice her because she very clearly was being preoccupied by the chest. Was this female trying to steal it? After her "Hey uh," Aani rose to her feet and shielded the chest, like a protective mother.

Oh. She wasn't trying to steal it. She offered for them to bring it out. But wait, did that mean she might be stealing it anyways? Oh shoot, how long have I been standing here thinking to myself? Aani cleared her throat, blinked and then forgot she had been sitting there blankly, not even saying anything. Pink eyes ran over the course of the other girls body, rather hungrily. She was strange, interesting of sorts. And what did she mean by level itself? Quite frequently the brown Aston hybrid was known to get herself in trouble, after all, a normal wolf would have looked at the falling down building and not entered it. Where as the brown female was just happy to be away from the eyes of her mother. Constantly controlling her life. Gods it was such a drag.


Oh no, how long had she been thinking now? All these thoughts about her mother and wondering why she didn't think of the time that passed or the fact that she actually was in the presence of another living, breathing, animal that wasn't trying to control literally everything she was doing. Arms crossed, Aani stood there for probably way too long than she should have. Words, Aani, words. She looked from her left to her right, opening her mouth and actually spoke words. Uhm, right. She stepped towards the chest, boards creaking underneath her feet. Sure. Move it outside. Good idea. Brown hands grasped the chest, aiming to move it, only to find that it was pretty heavy.

Gripping it harder, Aani pulled on the side of the chest, it finally budged, and the female hunched over began to pull it towards the entrance where the other gal was. While grunting she spoke up. I'm Aani Aston-D'Noires by the way. words were easily formed now. She gave a sort of half-grin, half-smirk to her, as she struggled to drag it towards the entrance and then outside.




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She wheeled on Wither, scrambling to her feet and protecting the... whatever it was. The Soul's brow quirked as the strange girl proceeded to not really say, well, much of anything, instead just staring with those salmon-pink eyes. Flecks of blue in them seemed to catch the scant light when she tilted her muzzle, but still she was silent, and just as Wither was starting to get a little weirded out, the other female decided it was a good time to pipe up.


Her long ears flicked forward as she listened to not only her, but the groaning of the ancient walls around them; perhaps still safe for now, but not indefinitely. It made the coywolf quite a bit more antsy as the stranger took her sweet time talking, but eventually, she whirled into motion, agreeing with her and moving to drag the object out. A chest, was that what it was? Nostrils flared as it drug all sorts of dust and debris along with it across the grossly-furry floor. Wither hopped forward to give her a hand — "Here, let me help you with that" — if only to get them out of the safety hazard of a building that much more quickly.


An impromptu introduction was passed as they heaved the heavy chest outside into the light, and as they set the thing down, she stood back, brushing off her pants from any dust that had gathered. "Nice to meet you, Aani." The smug grin coaxed one out of Wither as well, and she smiled as she opened her mouth to speak.


"I'm Virid — " No, no you're not. Her maw snapped shut, and she coughed, sputtering as if something caught in her throat. "Uh, sorry. I'm Wither Rose. Wither Rose Soul." Yes, yes you are. "Just Wither is fine, though."


Maybe if she kept saying her name, it would stick better. Yellow eyes blinked, and she looked again at the chest, biting the inside of her cheek when she saw the lock.


"So how do you plan on opening this?" She shifted to fix the quiver and bow at her back when an idea came to her mind. "I... have a hunting knife? If you want to... you know, pick the lock with it." It looked quite rusty, so hopefully it wouldn't take a lot of force to pop it open if they went that route.


"I hope there's nothing weird in there," she murmured under her breath, just imaging some foul, rotten amalgamation of sludge and muck waiting for them inside, too far gone to speculate whatever in the world could produce such an putrid concoction. But that was the worst case scenario.



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ooc here +000

The other female offered to help her with the chest. Pink iris' flickered towards her once, then twice, and her head titled a bit, otherwise she accepted her help. It would be interesting to see if this girl intended to steal the treasure that was inside, if it was even a treasure, or if she was actually helping the hybrid girl. Time would only tell, it would seem.

Normally as the introduction of another name hit her ears, the female would have questioned her. No, interrogated would have been the right choice of words. But as it say right now, Aani didn't really want to question the girl who had helped her bring the chest out. Perhaps that was for another day, and another time. Assuming that these two would ever last to talk about things such as this. And by "last" she meant if this meeting didn't go as well as the brown female envisioned. Then again, with constant worry and doubt stuffed into the female's mind by her mother, it wasn't a typical thought that things would actually go well. "Trust no one. Always fight. Her mother's voices over and over again.

Standing up straight, she stared again. More thoughts to herself, her eyes trailing over the female's body, as she stared at her. Thoughts of what would happen, what was in the trunk, etc. Only after a few minutes of complete and utter silence between the two of them. Did Aani realize that she hadn't spoken to her again. Shit. Ah. Right. words. There at least she produced something that was audible. She focused her energy onto what the female had said previously. Something about the lock? Oh right! Breaking it? She really didn't think that she had the skill to lock pick it. Perhaps breaking it with a rock. She thought to herself, before she realized she wasn't speaking and instead stepped out of the front of the chest and gestured with her hand. Yeah, yeah. Go right ahead, Wither Rose Soul. Skeptical of the actual name, she let it roll of her tongue with a gentle smile.

The female knelt down and wriggled the knife around a few times, and Aani rolled her eyes. I- she was going to say I don't think that, that is going to work, however; she was corrected whenever the female seemed happy, and the lock clinked onto the ground. Aani knelt on the ground beside the other female her hands flying to the top of it, and looked at the other female, a grin on her face. Shall we? Then she opened it, and inside it was a...crown? She picked it up and set it on the ground beside her. There was a bunch of fur sashes? Or were they scarves? What looked like a fox? Aani threw that one down harshly. Humans. There was two books that had seen better days, a book that read "poems" written in a notebook. And two jewelry boxes. When she lifted the first jewelry box up, she discovered there was a blanket in the bottom of it. Removing the box, and then removing the other one, she set them next to the crown, and touched the coarse blanket with her fingers. It was checkered red and grey. It was pretty. As she lifted it up, something clattered out of the blanket into the bottom of the chest, and she immediately reached in without looking producing a bottle of something called "Captain Morgan Rum" that was half-full.

Hmm? Whatcha think? She rocked back on her heels producing the bottle up so they could both see it.




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Aani sure did have a strange habit of spacing out. Again Wither just stared at her with vacant yellow eyes, blinking occasionally, brows furrowing after so many agonizing seconds of absolutely nothing; what was going on inside of that head of hers, anyway? It must have been loads more interesting than this if she took so long to snap back into reality. In any case, the tawny female gave her to go-ahead to give it a try.


But she did not like how Aani said her name back to her. She'd caught Wither's slip-up, and even though her words were nice enough, unassuming, there was an implication behind them that irked the Soul just a bit.


Well, whatever. At least she was offering to help; curiosity was beginning to wear away at her patience as well, and she knelt down next to the chest, retrieving Jandro's hunting knife from the cloak's pocket and setting to work. In all fairness, she had really no idea how this was supposed to work, but she figured as long as she just kept twisting and turning the knife, getting the lock to slowly and gradually slip into place —


Click!


And there it was. Whatever doubts Aani had in her were quickly dispelled, and Wither Rose's gaze darted over to the other girl, flashing her a wicked smile. "You're welcome," she said sweetly, putting the blade away as her acquaintance joined her on the concrete to solve the mystery of the chest.


As she rummaged around, throwing aside the various trinkets inside, Wither brushed a blonde lock of hair behind her ear, nose twitching as she was pleasantly surprised to find out that nothing seemed rotten or even really all that stale, somehow. She wouldn't question it, though. The jewelry was nice enough to look at, perhaps a bit dull from age, but other than that, it seemed a pretty good pull.


And then Aani pulled out the bottle, one with words she could only barely understand, but Wither had been around the block enough times (actually not at all but she knew things) to know what it was.


"Not sure," she hummed, running white-gloved hands over the sleek fox fur. "I guess you have a lot of new clothes, at least." Her maw split in a grin as she rose back to her feet, arms crossing as she eyed the bottle in Aani's paws.


"And liquid courage or whatever it's called," she added impishly.



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ooc here +000

Wither, had commented on the clothes, and had said "you're welcome" before Aani had even responded with a "Thank you." Grimacing, and turning her face, she muttered under her breath. Thanks. While nothing seemed rotten or in horrible condition, it was apparent that the books and other things were already used and some of the pages were even falling out. The little "crown" she had on the ground, was very pretty. Aani would keep that to herself. The rest of the clothes,
she could care less about.

Peering up towards the other female and watching her face. She couldn't help but notice that Wither was really pretty. Clearing her throat, she grinned at the other female, and let herself sit on her bottom. You can have the clothes, I have no use for them. I prefer the crowns, and jewelry anyways. Shrugging, she placed a hand on the crown and the other one on the bottle. Gripping them both in her hands, she stood abruptly.

Placing it atop her skull, she blinked and did a little twirl. Whatcha think? Cue goofy grin, as she stopped and looked at the other female with her brown arms extended. Then she tilted the bottle once, glanced at the ground and then back towards Wither. Liquid courage huh? Shall we? Without waiting for Wither to announce whether they should or shouldn't, she helped herself to a healthy swig, and coughed at the harshness of it. It warms my belly, and tastes like ass. She shrugged and offered the bottle to wither, her lips pursing. This would be fun.



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It wasn't really her cup of tea, this box of treasures. The fox fur, at least, was a little interesting, but Wither wasn't a tailor or even good with a needle as it was, so it was really of no value to her. Maybe she could trade it to someone else later on, though? Her nostrils flared, and she set it aside, figuring she could at least hand it over to Jandro if nothing else. Her uncle was a pretty resourceful guy; no doubt he could make some use of it.


No surprise that Aani was taken up by the little crown, and Wither snorted, watching as she let it sit prettily on her head. Oh yes, a queen indeed. "Very royal," Wither answered, deadpan, before giving the other girl a wry smile. She had an intriguing coloration, Wither had to give her that; eyes that shone such a vivid shade of... pink? Salmon? It was all quite interesting, for sure. She was interesting. At least for now; hopefully the Soul didn't grow bored of her.


Yellow irises watched the amber liquid swirl in its vessel, and she rose an eyebrow at her new companion. Aani down a bit of the rum without question, subsequently cringing from the taste, and the coymutt chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's what it's supposed to do, I think," she remarked, ivory paws slowly taking the presented bottle.


Her caution was a bit surprising, but after looking to Aani's expectant face again, there was no way Wither could wuss out of it. Taking a substantially smaller sip, her body seized with a jolt, finding the painful-sweet of the alcohol... weird, but also... nice, in a way. She hummed, ears flicking as she gave it another go, downing more of it this time; her tongue felt a little numb after that, so she lowered the bottle from her mouth as a pink tongue flashed across her lips.


"It's definitely something," she finally offered, holding it out to the brown female once more. "I don't think the world is quite spinning for me yet, though." How long did that take to achieve? Did she even want to get that far? Jandro would probably be pissed if she showed up drunk or stayed out too late, but — hmm.


A nice little fire was kindling in her stomach around this time, if nothing else.



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ooc here +000

Finally, the female's were breaking into a more casual role. Aani was strange, and yet; so was Wither. She seemed proper of all the wolves she'd ever met. And this made Aani a tad more unpredictable, or maybe it was predictable.She shrugged her shoulders at Wither's comment about being "royal" and just chortled, her ears flattening on her head from the god-awful sound. And I haven't even begun drinking yet.

Wither seemed intriguing to Aani, and for now, she didn't grow uncomfortable or bored with her presence. They seemed to both be running away from something. Aani could at least feel that much. She seemed like her shell was wound a little too tight, but hopefully with some liquid courage they would both come undone a little bit. But, hopefully not too much. Flickering a pink tongue out of her mouth, she lapped at the last of the bitterness from the bottle that was left there, and made a quite unattractive face towards Wither. You're supposed to let it be tasted, apparently. Cue obnoxious laughter, as she lazily flickered her tail and slithered her body a bit closer to Wither's. My ma drinks it. She actually likes the taste according to her. It's just so savory. She mimicked her mother's tone, and gave a little giggle.

Perhaps it was the liquid courage, or maybe it was the fact that Aani actually took a moment to admire the other female. But she was starting to look even better. Man, I out to drink this more often. Then maybe all the dumbasses would start looking and sounding better to me. Her brown hand accepted the bottle from Wither and almost forgot it was there, until she rose it to her lips and took a long pull out of it, some of it seeping out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. How attractive.

Aani shifted from where she was on the ground and looked up towards Wither. Her voice was sing-song and her lips smacked as she spoke. The liquid was warming her from the inside out. Why do you think the world would spin? I think it just changed perspective. And there was the Aani she was hiding from the rest of the world. So optimistic. How disgusting. She curled up her nose as if the words left a bad taste in her mouth, but her smile returned as she glanced at her friend Wither.



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She had a strange laugh, one that was coaxed out by the scant amounts of alcohol; so it really didn't take a lot to loosen one's tongue, did it? Wither would keep that in mind, if not only for her own sake, but for the other poor unfortunate souls she would meet along the way of her aimless journey.


Aani made a weird remark, chased down by another bout of the odd giggle, before she made mention of her ma. "She likes the taste of ass?" Wither quipped, recalling Aani's initial reaction to the rum, before mimicking her wicked smile. The dark girl slid a little closer and that was not lost on the mutt, but she didn't really mind it, either; personal space was a thing, for sure, but for now, Aani hadn't breached that sacred trust. Not yet.


Pale eyes followed the trail of rum that ran down her companion's chin, though there was nothing inherently lustful in her gaze; if Wither had more of a handle on what was and wasn't sexy, maybe it would've been received differently, but otherwise it was just that she wasted a small drip of rum and nothing more. Maybe more alcohol would alter such an image, but Wither was still unsure if she was willing to make that call.


Though it might not have been her call to make.


She shrugged her shoulders lightly, dusting off a spot on the concrete so that she might join the girl on the ground. Space was maintained between them, for now, and Wither didn't make another grab for the bottle. She was content and intrigued to see how it worked its magic on Aani first; she would play guinea pig.


"Just what I heard," she answered. "Alcohol isn't spoken of highly, at least, not unless you want to get hammered." Which was, presumably, the point of it. Not that Wither even knew what such a word meant in the context. Was Aani hammered? Or was it after a lot of rum that she would achieve that peculiar status?



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ooc here +414

The thought of what might happen if they were to kiss, or even fight, crossed Aani’s mind. She could see the other female dancing in her dreams, at some point. She was pretty, she seemed like a lot of fun. Wither could probably dominate Aani, and that made her groins ache a bit and her smile on her lips turn into a more devilish grin than anything. The pull at her lips wasn’t any different from how she would normally react to a situation and gave no hint at her dangerous thoughts. Then, there was the thought of them fighting.


Aani could easily see the other female may be able to take her on in one on one combat, but Aani quite literally trained to fight. Her mother was constantly fighting her and damaging her. Aani could see the female getting a few hits in, then Aani would more than likely run off into the forest, a cat and mouse game if you would. Only to hide and pop out when Wither least expected it, to catch her off guard and hold a knife to her throat. Oh, the look of pride she could see on her mother’s face.


Turning her ears towards the other female, she gave a small laugh at her comment about “ass”. Mother, why do you like tasting Ass? She laughed out towards nothing in particular and addressed the air that wasn’t anyone else. It might seem strange to Wither, so Aani pursed her lips and said: That’s what I would ask her, if I were to see ‘er, again. A small grin played on her lips, this time a little more dangerous than before.


Shrugging her shoulders and joining the brown female on the ground, Aani watched as she did not reach out for the bottle. Instead of taking another long swig, Aani let the current alcohol hit her stomach and she watched Wither with salmon eyes. Have you ever gotten…hammered? Her ears folded down, and her tongue flickered out of her mouth. Perhaps, they could play a little drinking game. That might be fun? It would also reveal what kind of female Wither was. Aani had never been hammered, nor had she been drunk. The two were the same though, were they not?


Aani continued to stare at Wither with gentle salmon eyes. Perhaps in an uncomfortable manner, but she didn’t really care at this point. This is who I am, accept me or don’t.




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wither is very wishy-washy [+468]


She hummed a curious tone, trying to read Aani's face and coming up short. "Do you not see her a lot or something?" she asked. That was what Wither had gotten from it, anyway, but if that were the case, talking about someone's backside would certain be an oddball way of greeting someone. Not that it would be the first thing said after a long absence, but... Oh, whatever, this train of thought was off the rails by now and there was no salvaging it.


It made her think of her own mother, if only briefly, and she held back a shiver of distaste.


Aani sure did like to smile a lot. And that didn't really bother her, at least not yet; whether or not it was the rum bringing this out, Wither had zero clue, because she had never little to base this other girl off of. All she knew of Aani was that she liked going into collapsing buildings for fun, but that left a lot of room for speculation.


"Not that I'm aware of," she answered honestly, avoiding the keen pink eyes that were trained on her. Instead she looked to the bottle, the one of wonder, the one of mystic and intrigue; well, it actually wasn't all that intriguing if she already knew the horror stories of being drunk, but it was hard to take her mother's words very seriously anymore.


She was curious, sure, just as the other woman was; but at the same time, even in her youth, Wither Rose knew the obligations she had to her uncle. It would be easy to blow him off, and on one hand she kind of wanted to, but at the same time... Aani was looking at her kinda strangely and that didn't help sway her for her cause.


"I'll drink just a little more, thanks," she finally decided upon, plucking the bottle from the girl's dark hands before tipping it back; and that was about all Wither figured she would have, if only to satisfy Aani. Or at least, in this moment, that was what she figured. Again the fire burned in the pit of her stomach, so warm and inviting, and she sighed audibly as she set it back between them.


"Not sure my mother would want me getting hammered with some girl I just met," she warned, not that Malika had any power over her anymore, but that didn't matter, Aani didn't know that. Wither quirked a brow at her, blinking a few times as her vision threatened to wobble.


Still, she smiled all the same, not able to stop herself. Even if there was something weird about Aani, she didn't dance around it just yet. Peer pressure be damned.



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ooc here +311

Wither was a rather interesting character, to say the least. She seemed to evaluate Aani with eyes that looked right through her soul. Perhaps, that was why the brown hybrid, sat and stared at her. Her pink eyes took in every ounce of her soul, as she watched the mouth of the other female open up, then close and Aani couldn’t help but listen to her words, silently. Still staring. She never really understood that staring could cause fights, and make others uncomfortable. To her, it was her evaluation of character. Watching her with her trained, and somewhat creepy pink eyes.

As Wither grabbed the bottle from her and said she would only have a little more, Aani couldn’t help but wonder why. This time, the hybrid tore her eyes from the other, and simply stared at the bottle within Wither’s hands. When she received it back, Aani couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at the fact that she yet again, seems to have made another unsuspecting victim uncomfortable.

Pausing in her drink, she glanced up at Wither, and then down at the bottle. Her vision started to sway, and her eyes grew a little bit heavier than they should have. She rose the bottle back to her lips after Wither mentioned her own mother, and she gave a small smile. Maybe it would be best we postpone our drinking affair. Hmmm? For once, she was thinking like a normal wolf would. Ears flickered back and forth, and she laid back just a little too far, almost spilling the bottle.

A chuckle poured out of her mouth. Blinking back the dryness of her eyes, from staring too long. Perhawps, I may have drunk a smidgen too much. Her words swayed on threat of slurring and she glanced up at the other female, eyes dancing dangerously, taking in Wither’s body.




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WRAPPIN' UP, WE GON DO THIS AGAIN SOON THO 8))) [+312]


Aani sure must've liked what she saw, because those pink eyes were trained on Wither with an intensity she could not place. And yes, it was weird, and yes, if there was not some alcohol in her system then Wither would probably have been a bit more creeped out, but whatever. As long as she didn't try anything funny, it wasn't a huge deal.


Wither wasn't exactly sure if she swung that way, anyway, but something told her this wasn't the day to find out. At least not with a relative stranger who was not altogether here anymore.


The other girl was really starting to feel it now. Wither tried hard not to laugh at her, but gods, it was hard. She snorted when Aani seemed to hit the brakes on their little affair, with a surprising amount of clarity, and the Soul nodded in agreement. "Maybe it would be," she said sagely, and this time she couldn't hide her snort. Even though Aani was still staring at her, pupils growing wide like two black moons, and she seemed to venture from holding Wither's gaze to seeing what else she had to offer.


A good thing she wore clothes, because otherwise she would've fidgeted under that sort of look.


"You, uh, gonna be okay getting back?" She managed to pull herself up with only a very slight bout of dizziness, but it fortunately didn't last. If she moved too fast, maybe, but she would be careful on her trek back to Jandro's. She wasn't nearly as gone as Aani, anyway. "I mean... do you need, like," she chuffed again, laughing openly now, "an escort or something?"


Poor, poor Aani. Drunk off her ass from some rum they found in a treasure chest. The gods had a weird sort of humor sometimes.



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