[M] - A Cooling Trail

POSTED: Sat Nov 17, 2018 12:00 am

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


The night outside was cold, the light having faded some hours ago. Walker had found the tavern an immediately began ingratiating himself with folk, going back to what he was so used, for no other reason than he couldn’t bear to think of he’d lost, and yet how could have been surprised by it? He played his guitar and listened to folk talk, watching them come and go. He never refused the offer of a drink, but always made sure there was no alcohol in it. Walker very rarely drank the stuff, it tasted disgusting and dulled the brain, which seriously hampered how Walker worked.

Tonight was proving tough, and he’d kept his activities low key. Every so often the memories of the last few weeks would wash over him and he’d be struck dumb, his defence in a shambles after Fin. Damnit he’d done it again, thought of his former lover. That memory led to the pack he’d lost and the brother who had gone missing. Milos, the whole reason Walker had stayed in Krokar in the first place. The exultation of having found the older male after so long, mixed with a fear that had ultimately been unnecessary. Now though Milos had gone again, and the only reason Walker spent these nights in taverns was to listen out, ask subtle questions, to try and gain a hint, or glean any information that might lead him to the sunny eyed male again, or least a clue as to where to begin. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts his searching had led nowhere and a niggling thought in Walker’s head told him that with each day he found nothing, the trail grew colder and Milos could be moved ever further away. Now Walker sat at the bar, his mind mulling over the problem, while his eyes watched the crowd silently.
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POSTED: Tue Nov 20, 2018 11:14 pm

OOC: Hope ya don't mind be grabbing this! :) WC: 606

IC: Sedona was making her way back home to Mistfell Vale. A long journey for certain, especially this time of year, but so far her journey had been mostly uneventful. She'd come and done what she'd left the packlands for in the first place: gathered and scavenged a bunch of old nails and other such overlooked small materials that could be used in the Vale's building projects. The barn was just about complete with its repairs. Just in time for the worst of the rainy, cold November weather to hit. The horses' section of the barn was sealed and clear of any leaks, but not the back quarter of the structure needed for the chickens and smaller livestock. She and Brom would be needing to get their work completed swiftly if they were going to beat the snow.

This cool evening, stopping to rest for the night, Sedona headed to the one familiar, and happening location she knew of in Amherst. Biff's Bar. Tonight was like every other night, full of other people enjoying their evening with song and dance, making merry around multiple roaring braziers with varying beverages in hand. Sedona smiled as she joined in the atmosphere headed for the bar to grab herself something to warm herself from the inside out. She didn't plan to get too tipsy tonight, interested in enjoying the atmosphere rather than her own head. As always she wore her stand out red bandana and cowgirl hat, but due to the chilly weather, she also wore a rabbit fur cloak that kept her extra warm while riding. Hopi was left stabled warm and secure in the stables across the street from Biff's leaving the Hawkesond free to enjoy her night without worry.

As she passed towards the bar, the plucking notes of a guitar by the bar caught her ears and the woman turned on the spot, ears perking. Her unique greenish yellow eyes flickered across the bodies milling about until she caught sight of whom she was seeking. There off in his own end of the bar sat the familiar face of Walker, a beautiful stringed instrument across his lap. Sedona frowned and knit her brows together remembering their last encounter and rather, how it had ended. She'd woken early the next morning to find him having left her side and on her lonesome. While she should have expected this, it still upset the Whitesage woman greatly and she was not about to let the slight against her pass now that the opportunity was there to address it. Huffing, and forgetting all about her first drink, Sedona changed her direction and made a beeline straight for Walker with a questioning look upon her maw. Coming to a stop before him, she placed her paws on her hips, clearing her throat to get his attention. "Howdy, Walker. Long time no see..." She spoke, voice firm but quiet enough for only him to hear and her expression hard. "Fancy seeing ya here again." She said, barely containing the mild hurt in her tone. How dare he act so casual and show up here again like nothing happened. Did he think he wouldn't run into her again after he slipped away in the night like that? If so, he was a fool. She wanted an explanation. He owed her one. "Where'd ya run off to, hm?" She asked with a small smirk, as gently as she could. She wasn't blind as to not see he seemed to be in a bad place. She wasn't here to grill him for hours on end like some scorned girlfriend, she just wanted to know why he couldn't have said goodbye...


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POSTED: Sun Nov 25, 2018 1:44 pm

Walker’s fingers glided across the strings, the flow of the music coming from him easy and upbeat. As he played though, his mind was free to lose itself in its own reveries. As he played, his ears swivelled gently and his tail slapped in time to the beat, it seemed that Walker rarely wasn’t drinking things in, even when he was on auto-pilot. Case in point, his mind presented him wit ha familiar scent, one that conjured images of the smell of horses, hey and very energetic night. It meant that by the time Sedona arrived to stand over him, Walker was aware of her approach and didn’t freak out. Of course, he could have said before that these were the risks of living in a pack, that you frequented the same taverns a little too often, but really there was not a lot keeping him anymore. He drew the playing to a close, and smiled up at her. The smile was easy, genuine and it was only for her. The Southerner stood up, listening to her quiet words and waited for her to finish.

”Sedona, it’s good t’ see y’, ah wanna let y’ know ah had an amazing night, y’ are an incredible person, beautiful, lovely voice and your horse is wonderful.”

Walker was a pretty rubbish fighter, and of course he could hunt, what Luperci couldn’t, but there were those more skilled at him than he. Where he shone was socially. Music, storytelling and talking. Of course, he had quick hands too, which helped when all else failed.

”ah’m sorry ah disappeared on y’, y’ were still asleep and I didn’t want to wake y’. Ah needed to get back to ma pack Krokar, but ah can promise y’ that won’t happen again.”

No, it wouldn’t happen again, because Krokar was gone, decimated and dissolved.

”Ah hope y’ weren’t too upset. Can ah buy y’ a drink?”

He asked, his movements flowing, already making a joke about the place he’d called home, but then a loner never really had a home. Walker was very good at hiding his thoughts and feelings, he’d been doing it for a long time. He made sure that folk only saw what they wanted to see, and he wanted to make sure that no one saw the sadness he felt at the loss of his home and disappearance of his brother.
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POSTED: Tue Nov 27, 2018 11:10 am

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Sedona watched Walker closely gauging his response. Nothing. Nothing ever seemed to phase him. He must've been expecting her. Preparing his response, something! He was so calm and his words so...smooth. Sedona couldn't help but feel all the anger slowly slipping away with each word he said. At first the flattery did nothing more than to make her hackles rise more. She didn't need that flowery crap to make her feel better. She was confident in herself, and where she stood in the matter. It was he that needed to worry about what she thought of him.

"ah’m sorry ah disappeared on y’, y’ were still asleep and I didn’t want to wake y’. Ah needed to get back to ma pack Krokar, but ah can promise y’ that won’t happen again." He finally apologized. That was what she was waiting for. The Whitesage woman sighed and shook her head, frowning. "Walker. Ya only had to wake me long enough t'say you were leavin'. That's all I would ask of ya." She told him, ears folding. "It wouldn'ta killed ya to say goodbye." She said softly, a slight tinge of her hurt and worry for him escaping in to her voice and into her expression. She really liked him and the idea of him running off into the night like he had really did upset her. As much as she hated to admit it. One night stands usually ended abruptly for her, but not that abruptly. "Ah hope y’ weren’t too upset. Can ah buy y’ a drink?" He then offered and a small smile found its way to the cowgirl's maw.

"I suppose ya can, yeah. But don't think I'm gonna let you off the hook that easy. I have another item of recompense for ya too." She teased placing a finger on Walker's chest, her mood lightening in spite of herself. She couldn't help it. The male's easy nature and the atmosphere of the bar was infectious. It was difficult to remain in down spirits when so much jocularity was going on around you. With a smirk, Sedona leaned in and whispered into his ear. "I'd like a private show." The Hawkesond said. "Play somethin' for me?" She grinned, running a finger over a single string of the guitar a clear note ringing out into the air before she pulled back and removed her hat. Sedona couldn't keep her tail from curling around her leg as it did when she was feeling particular emotions. She gave Walker a playful begging look, hoping he would acquiesce to her request.


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POSTED: Wed Nov 28, 2018 5:35 pm

OOC: Song that Walker plays is Poor Boys Shoes

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His easy grin broadened as he stood.

”Ah’ve ne’er been good at goodbyes.”

The statement was perfectly true. No matter how many times he’d had to leave or had folks leave him, he’d never been able to say goodbye, not truly, it wasn’t the word, it was the sentiment, thek knowledge that goodbye often meant forever.

”Let me play for you.” He whispered, his mouth close to her ear, s othat her hat brim tickled the underside of his muzzle and his hot breath blew softly into the delicate skin of her ear.

The warehouse was small, but the roof was still mostly intact, with shifts of the night’s light illuminating patches. The gloom smelt of horses as Walker’s horse Lady stood to one side, the conker coloured mare gleaming in the dim light, a rug thrown over her ot keep her warm. Her breathing was slow and even, and it was one of the most relaxing sounds Walker had ever come across and helped him sleep. In the middle of the warehouse, beneath a hole in the roof, a fire flickered.

”It’s good t’ see y’ again. Ah had a grea time the last time we met, ‘fore we get t’ that though, I promised y’ a song.”

He quietly tuned the guitar.

”Ah don’ have the accent for this one, but it was one ah got taught when someone owed me a wager. Don’ often sing it. Ah guess ah’m feelin’ contemplative.”

His brother gone and the place he’d called his home destroyed, he wanted to feel sad, but the walls that he’d worked anew were thick and so the way he lamented was through his music. Walker was aware that he might spoil the mood, but it was something he had to do and was willing to take the risk.

Finally having decided he was satisfied, Walker strummed the guitar and then began to play his song.

His voice was soft, and like the actor he was, his tone was filled with emotion as he sang. While his accent wasn’t like the wolf who had first taught him the song, it was no less beautiful a thing because of it. It wasn’t a pompous song, or a long song, but sincere and sweet, it talked about love and loss. It spoke of the crumbling of a home and how love had cost someone everything, but had not stopped it from prevailing. It was a stupid conceit in Walker’s opinion, but sometimes hopeful thinking was something he was afflicted with.
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POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 3:57 pm

OOC: OMG, the feeeeeels! <3 <3 <3 WC: 684

IC: "Let me play for you." A shiver ran up the cowgirl's spine, the fur upon her neck prickling and rising slightly with the whisper of Walker's breathed words in her ear. The tip of that ear twitched and a smirk fell into place upon the woman's maw, a low huff escaping her lips. In reply, Sedona placed a paw on the southerner's chest and trailed down low, pausing just below his waistline, back and forth and then back up, circling his navel with delicate fingers, teasing and light. "You set the stage, babe." She quipped back softly and clicked her teeth together playfully. Stepping back she allowed Walker to lead the way out of the bar, pleased to know her touches had at very least elicited response from him.

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It had taken a lot of self control not to try and stop the male multiple times in their short jaunt to the warehouse and insist they give into their desires in any old abandoned place. But luckily Walker insisted that Sedona hold out just a bit longer. He had a rather nice little makeshift camp going in the old abandoned storage building. The Hawkesond was impressed. She felt her heart skip a beat at the setup. It was actually kinda romantic. She found herself glad she'd waited. A low pleased growl rose in her throat as she leaned into her host by the fire, chuckling as they bantered a moment back and forth. It really was nice to see the charming southerner again. He was so easy to get along with and was so relaxed and made Sedona feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the universe when she was with him. It was a unique kind of attention. It was something that the cowgirl knew could become quite addicting if she weren't careful. But as of the moment, she didn't care, she was all ready to drown herself in her desires, her passions. The teasing and flirting since the bar had her ready and raring to practically jump him. But again, self control was necessary. She wanted to hear that song he owed him anyhow. She eyed the beautiful instrument laying in Walker's lap and smiled.

"It’s good t’ see y’ again. Ah had a grea time the last time we met, ‘fore we get t’ that though, I promised y’ a song." Sedona gave a small huff. "Mm, that's right...You do." She said, voice teasingly bossy, but with an undertone of huskness. So much foreplay, a woman could only take so much. She smiled at him. "I hope you can sing as well as you can play." She chuckled, nuzzling at his shoulder, before sitting up and sitting cross-legged to listen. "Ah don’ have the accent for this one, but it was one ah got taught when someone owed me a wager. Don’ often sing it. Ah guess ah’m feelin’ contemplative." Sedona nodded, recognizing how serious his music was to him, and consciously settled the heat raging in her body to pay him her full attention.

As he began to sing, the woman's ears perked and her eyes widened. His voice and the pure notes of the guitar were like nothing she'd ever heard before. Sedona listened, captivated by the tune and found many different emotions rising within her with each verse. She sensed a certain sadness as Walker sang and wondered if in her rush to be intimate she'd missed something... By the time the song was over, a soft smile and a couple tears rolled down the cowgirl's cheeks. "Walker...that...that was breathtaking. I...I never woulda guessed you could sing an' play like that." She complimented and moved in closer to him, leaning in, searching his face, a single paw stroking softly along his cheek, thumb tracing a dark splotch beneath his eye. "So much emotion...Like I've never seen from ya...It's like a whole other you." She frowned then, catching just a barest flicker of something in his gaze. "I feel like somethin's wrong... What'd I miss, Walker?" She sat back and looked at him with concern.


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POSTED: Sat Dec 08, 2018 7:09 am

Walker hate himself sometimes. He wasn’t a bad Luperci, but his art was manipulation. It made him good at poker, bargains and getting folks to think they had drawn close to him. Sedona’s pad against his face was rough, but warm and solid. Once or twice he told folk he was a thief and a con artist, it had only served to make them try harder to fix him. What no one seemed to understand when they spoke to him, Walker was broken, and there was no finding all the pieces that had scattered from him. Still, it didn’t mean that life had to be boring.

”Well lovely lady, we only met twice, an’ ah’m a very deep pool o’ mystery.” He said leaning close, his tone teasing and good humoured.

”Any how, y’ show ain’t finished yet.”

He put the guitar to one side, getting off his low seat and kneeling in front of her, leaning forwards and place his cool wet nose in the curve of her neck, blowing warm air from his muzzle into her fragrant fur. He kept his hands on the floor, supporting himself as he leaned forward, another subtle tease. His muzzle still buried where Walker had placed it, his rough tongue flicked out and licked that patch before delicately he took the sensitive skin there between his teeth and bit lightly. He could taste her then, her scent filling his mouth. Along with the taste of her pack, Walker could detect horses, leather and woodsmoke. Slowly, achingly, he drew his nose slowly up her neck, once more snorting warm air into Sedona’s fur and biting delicately.

Abruptly he drew back, sitting once more on his low chair.

”You’re probably not interested in that though are y’? Shall we talk s’more?”

He asked, his eyebrows raised and a wolfish grin on his face. He was glad for his jeans though, hiding the fact he was already anticipating her answer.
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