[M] A Tisket, a Tasket

p. Lyssa

POSTED: Sat Jun 08, 2019 8:34 pm

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choking on the dust, drinking in the sun

It wasn’t often Twelve went calling after a girl, but her loins absolutely burned after Frenchie. The girl had put a seed in her heart from day one, and now it had blossomed into a flower that needed fertilizing. Of course, she wouldn’t go empty handed; any beau who came to woo a woman brought with them a gift. Twelve’s gift was a shoddy bouquet of wild flowers and a half-flask of booze; she hoped Lyssa was impressed.

The Posse and Cartel camps had now kind of melded into one, it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began. Though now that they were basically one group, Twelve did not stress in the least bit strolling straight up to the cute girl’s tent.

How did one let their presence be known at a tent anyhow? Should she clear her throat, knock on the tent pitch, fart in Lyssa’s general direction? That would be hilarious.

Instead, Twelve just called out, Hey, Frenchie! You home? If the sunrise furred coyote wasn’t in her tent, she certainly would have heard that call if she was nearby.

Twelve stood ridged, the bundle of now slightly wilted wild-flowers in her hand, and a bottle of half-drunk whiskey in her other; didn’t she look at a sight.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:06 pm

Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free

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Lyssa had decided to take a break after helping out around the makeshift camp. She stared at the roof of her tent, slightly billowing in the wind as she thought about the recent events. How on earth would she be able to help Nazario and the rest of them? She had no skills outside of hunting small game, and her once growing garden with Ceridwen was now destroyed. Over a month of hard work wasted. Those wolves would pay to what they had done to her; What they had done to everyone.

At least she had recovered Belle. The stampede had been chaotic, and Lyssa feared that her new mare would just find herself a new home. But she had returned, just as if she had raised her from a young foal. She was thankful for that. The loss of Belle on top of everything else would have crushed her. She would have to be sure to take extra good care of her from now on.

Just then, a familiar gravelly voice called out for her from just the outside of the tent. Lyssa was surprised, with everything going on she didn't expect any visitors. Besides, she hadn't seen much of Twelve since their little escapade. Everything had just been so chaotic.

She opened the tent to see the charcoal coyote standing prettily with some flowers and a flask; She seemed to have tidied herself up a bit."Look at you, ma cocotte, you look very nice. Have something important going on today?"

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POSTED: Sat Jun 15, 2019 12:23 pm

choking on the dust, drinking in the sun

Lyssa pulled the tent flap away and seemed surprised to see Twelve. Good. Surprise was usually a good thing... usually.

Frenchie called her by the pet name she had given her, and Twelve grinned and thrust the flowers and booze out at her, Came to see you. She said. Twelve wasn't really very good at this, usually men and women tended to just fall in her lap without much effort. Then, looking around somewhat coyly, And I guess check on that horse of yours, make sure you're taking care of it well. Of course she couldn't say she had come by just to see the girl, she was not that desperate.

Twelve wondered how Lyssa was feeling about this whole 'Gang' thing; it was so much like a pack that it made the scarred woman a bit uncomfortable. But, once again, it fell back on her not caring to be in a leadership position; she'd just go with the flow, it was much easier that way.

She'd continue to focus on the horses, on doing hard work, on enjoying the company of men and women, and on drinking herself into an early grave. If that was a piece of the puzzle that would fit into the Del Cenere patchwork, well, then all the better for it. It seemed, at least, that it would work out. There were plenty of horses here to tend to, plenty of booze to drink, and plenty of good looking Luperci to fuck; what more could she ask for?

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POSTED: Sat Jun 15, 2019 4:39 pm

Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free

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The flask and the bouquet were thrust at her. Taken aback, she gingerly took the gifts. She examined the wildflowers and gave them a sniff. The smell was fresh, sweet, and earthy. Why would Twelve give her a gift? Her stomach turned to knots momentarily as she contemplated the potential reasons.

She examined the flask next. She cracked it open and smelled a strong liquor. Lyssa took a small swig. Instantly the back of her throat turned to fire, and she squinted one eye in hopes of holding back a cough. She was not successful. Hm, the taste is better than moonshine, she thought to herself as her eyes teared up.

"Why that was very kind of you. Merci Twelve." She said hoarsely through her burning throat. Lyssa offered her friend a genuine smile, though with her face still scrunched up from the taste it must have looked ridiculous. It was very kind of the woman to give her something, especially since she hadn't repaid the favor for Belle yet. Lyssa placed the gifts just inside her tent.

Lyssa led the charcoal woman to Belle, who was set up nearby in a more secure location. Belle looked content as she grazed on the grass. Hopefully, she had been taking care of her alright; The young woman didn't know much about horses. Lyssa turned to Twelve with a worried expression. She knew Twelve was good with horses, and she was slightly worried that she wasn't treating her new companion well enough, "Well, how is she doing? Or rather, how am I doing?"

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POSTED: Tue Jun 25, 2019 2:28 pm

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Frenchie took the gifts, gingerly, as was her personality. Twelve watched with unabashed glee as she smelled the flowers and then opened the flask and took a drink, which produced a cough. What a little light weight, everything about Lyssa was soft and innocent.

The flame touched coyote gave Twelve a sweet smile and she could not help but wag her bastardization of a tail in response. Suddenly, it didn’t matter so much about getting Lyssa into bed but instead that Twelve had made her happy. The gray coyote would be kicking herself for the sentiment later.

The two women made their way over to the horse, who raised its head at their approach. Twelve touched her gently upon the forehead and then ran a hand down her neck. The mare seemed fine with the contact and then turned back down to nibble on the grass. All in all, she looked great, the same if not better than when Twelve and Frenchie had stolen her. The scarred woman grinned, Congratulations, you ain’t killed her yet. She said, then turned to the girl, a hand still on the horse’s withers, You know, if you ever feel overwhelmed you can call me. I don’t mind helping you out with her.

Twelve felt completely out of her element being so friendly, so she decided to break the pleasant moment by doing something completely uncouth. Reaching out quickly, she snaked a hand around Lyssa’s waist and pulled her close, I can help you out with other things too, ma cherry. She said, in a twisted mockery of Frenchie’s language.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 25, 2019 10:14 pm

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Twelve examined Belle with gentle care; A side of her that she only displayed to horses and other hooved beings. Lyssa wondered why her interactions with horses were so much different from canines, and what about them made the woman so calm. The thought passed quickly as she watched the scarred woman work with nervous anticipation.

But apparently she had nothing to worry about; The charcoal woman jokingly gave her a backhanded compliment. Lyssa beamed back at her, accepting her joke. It was a relief to know she was treating Belle with the proper care. Twelve then acted out of character. She offered to help her out will Belle is she ever needed. Lyssa was shocked to hear something so genuine from the crass woman. "Thank you Twelve, I really appreciate it." She was happy to know she had such a good friend.

The moment quickly passed as Twelve switched gears. She slid up close and personal to Lyssa, an arm around her waist. Lyssa breathed in her hot breath, lingering with the stench of stale booze, as she stared into her predatory eyes. The position confused her, and the botched French threw her through another loop. Her mind swirled quickly as she tried to process the situation. Was Twelve.... hitting on her?

Defensivly, Lyssa pushed the other woman back. "Twelve.... I am flattered. But... I do not think I like the company of women. In that way." Eyes wide, she looked back at the woman, searching her steel blue eyes. Was that the reason she had received gifts today? In hopes of a closer relationship?

Guilt swept over her. Had she been giving off the wrong impression through her friendship? Did she make it seem like she was also interested in her? She hoped it was not the case. Her mind swirled deeper into itself, bring up her deepest of fears: Would this signal the end of their friendship? She had grown rather fond of her strange relationship with Twelve and the thought of losing it was crushing. All of these thoughts moved like a hurricane, when in reality only milliseconds had passed. Lyssa clutched her hands nervously waiting for her reaction.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 26, 2019 1:48 pm

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The golden haired woman was obviously shocked at Twelve’s forwardness, and confused. She felt good in Twelve’s arms, but instead of relax into her like she had wished, the Frenchwoman tensed and then pushed her away.

Well, shit.

Lyssa was obviously embarrsed and put-off by Twelve, and said that she didn’t care for her company, only because she was a woman. Typical; she should have expected the Fontaine to be a prude, that usually came along with innocence. Twelve was hot under the collar, and extremely disappointed, the smile had been dashed from her face.

But Twelve of all people knew what it was like to be pursued, to be forced, to do things one didn’t want to do. She saw the look in Frenchie’s eyes, the guilt; she didn’t like that at all, it was not an outcome she had intended.

So, Twelve plastered a sort of half smile on her face, a broken line across her lips that made her look even more ugly than before. She pulled her boney shoulders up in a slow shrug, Don’t knock it until you try it. Was the only counter-argument she gave.

It wasn’t often that Twelve was rejected, but it was even less often that she even tried in the polite sense. However, when it came down to it, all she had really wanted was sex; the fact that she wouldn’t get the chance to roll in the bed-covers with Lyssa didn’t make her think any less of her. The girl stuck to her guns and her convictions; Twelve would never blame her for that.

Now that the purpose of her visit was moot, she wondered what to do; perhaps she should just go home to her own tent, see if she could get some sleep. Ah, fuck. See you later, Frenchie. She said with a wave of her hand, and began to walk off.

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