She's gonna laugh in your face

she don't need no rescue and she's okay - Oceane

POSTED: Thu Jul 31, 2014 10:11 pm

408 Dated a week from the posting date in Hydrostone District, Halifax. Clara is wearing a purple cloak with a deer fur mantle and a jade sheep emblem on a silver chain around her neck.

Hydrostone district. She wasn't used to being in the spoils of so many people and shops set up by Luperci. She wasn't used to being near so many individuals to begin with but coming here was a matter of getting herself straightened out before her trip back to Casa. She required a few more items, a few books, really. One of those included a book of poisons and how to make them, an item that Lola had mentioned back at her home. Unfortunately, she had not been able to find the same book but the one she did find was not bad as far as its text went. Its words were slightly faded due to ink bleeding but someone who had practiced in poisons before had written in a decent amount of notes on each page that made it nearly priceless, especially considering it offered up a decent amount of information on just paralytics. They were really the only types of poisons that Clara wanted to learn. She never wanted to kill anyone if she could help it, even though she knew that there was always a possibility of that happening. She propped herself up against the doorway of one of the many buildings.

Really, she had only come here to trade a few things and had ended up staying more than a few days thanks to a certain mishap with a fiend who had stolen her goods.

In her hands, the book sat, it's pages slightly hooded by the cloak that was wrapped tenderly around the sharp curves of her body. She was not as curvy as most women, most luperci females, but as a dexterous fae, she was more than a little qualified for the feminine quality her body eluded. Dyed fringe hair fell into her left eye, hiding the driftwood browns from sight as she carefully took note of a particular poison that caused someone's tongue to swell and their air supply to dip beneath reserves so that they passed out. It apparently made them light headed and then was better by the time they woke up which would have been in a few hours time. Though, after taking quite an extensive look further, she realized that they only got better if they were given an antidote to the poison itself. She still didn't know how to use antidotes or make them. And she had searched for that sort of information before coming out here.


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POSTED: Thu Jul 31, 2014 10:39 pm

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It was an unusually cold summer day. The overcast sky caused for a slight biting wind that rustled the leaves and the fur on Océane’s chest. She was, however, far from cold, thanks to her thick fur coat, a blessing bestowed by her Arctic genes. She would have to strike up a fire to warm up by when she got home, even though- because the bottom of her paws were devoid of protection and they were uncomfortably cool on the ground. The Hineyu had considered riding Evadne to Hailfax, but soon thought better of it; her horse was still quite feral and she didn’t like going for long rides. Besides, the walking would be good for her. So Océane adjusted the strap of the leather pouch over her shoulder and trekked on towards the fallen city, wondering what she may find within.

When the Fire Maker arrived in the crumbling remains of the human buildings, she paused, trying to map out where she would go next, tail flicking. She hadn’t much of a plan in mind when she set out; her simple goal had been to explore and maybe find something useful along the way. Despite her maturity, Océane had never lost her curious nature, and couldn’t help herself from leaving the territory occasionally to search new places. She’d only been to Hailfax a handful of times, and it intrigued her. Making up her mind, she set toward the western edge of the city, ducking inside old dilapidated buildings to scour the picked over remains for anything she may find. She didn’t have much luck until she turned a corner and saw a bright splash of purple against the dreary greys.

Her first impression was it was a bright piece of cloth, but with a few more heartbeats of inspection it was clear there was a figure under the article. Océane only hesitated for a second, adjusting the strap of her bag again, but when she saw the book in the stranger’s hands, she made her decision and approached. “What are you reading?” She asked, curious, as she moved closer to the female- yes, she’d identified her curves as female- before she stopped a respectful distance away, sea-green gaze curious as she waited for a reaction.

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Océane Aston

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:26 pm

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There was nothing weird at all about a cold day in Canada. Every day was cold, when one got to thinking about it. But there were also warm and hot days as well. Some of them were just a lot breezier than the others. Clara, herself, had her cloak wrapped around her and it was a key point to pointing her out to anyone who walked by and was looking for the purple coloring of her cloak, whether it be by accident or on purpose. Poisons were something of a long shot when it came to Clara. She knew enough by now that even the slightest bit of play time with them wouldn't cause a major shut down but she was also pretty scared that working with them could end very, very badly for her.

Fingers splayed over the faded pages of the long ago written book, the soft texture of leather and the gentle aroma of ageless trees forever caught within the bindings of cloth and glue. She curled ever so slightly against the door frame, letting her eyes drift against the intimate scrap of paper that bore no resemblance to the pages she'd seen in Lola's book. It was different in so many ways yet the same in others. She could feel the weight of the ink baring against her and the slightest of breezes brought with it the scent of a canine coming almost sensitively close.

Driftwood eyes lifted from the yellowed pages to latch upon the fur of the strange looking luperci.

She had seen several of her kind, well, several luperci who took up the native american way of dressing themselves up. Feathers capped her hair but that's not what immediately brought Clara to a pause in her book. She was being spoken to and the sound of the intruder's voice was registering lightly against sensitive hearing ears. Careful not to look the woman directly in the eyes, Clara found herself tuning in upon the other's voice for the slightest of moments before she held the book up so that the other could see. I'm reading about plants, dangerous and non-lethal. Do you like plants?

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Dread (Ron)
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POSTED: Tue Aug 05, 2014 6:53 pm

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You would think that in the course of Ocèane’s life, she would have learned how to read and write fluently. She was well over the age of five, and such a long time span certainly provided adequate conditions for learning such universal skills. But the Aston had only picked up bits and pieces; several letters and what they looked like, a handful of words she could spell correctly. But, for the most part, she couldn’t read at all easily, and her ability for writing even less. The very literal saying ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ had crossed her mind more than once, because there were a few times she’d been able to seek out help in trying to become more literate, yet she was unable to grasp even the very basics very easily. Ocèane, though, wasn’t sure this was the case. In the past her heart hadn’t been into it; but now she saw that being able to record the past could be an invaluable skill. The sight of the cloaked figure crouched with the old book drew the Hineyu closer, where she would normally scoot past, unsure whether or not it was worth it to approach.

When the stranger looked up, light fell across only part of her face, and she had the fleeting glimpse of toffee eyes and coyote-like features. The Fire Maker paused, craning her head momentarily to see the cover of the book the coyote girl had provided. She recognized a select few of the letters but could make little sense of the words. “Afraid I don’t know much about them, can’t read as well as most.” She shrugged, moving closer though still providing an easy distance between them. “Where do you come from, Mademoiselle?” Ocèane asked. Her scent was familiar, though she couldn’t quite put a finger to it. So much time out of Nova Scotia had left her knowledge rusty, and since her return she hadn’t been able to brush up as well as she hoped. Still, she assumed it was one of the more humanized packs, due to the woman’s attire and ease with books.

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Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

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