[M] Take me to that other place

p. Ichabod

POSTED: Wed May 16, 2018 10:29 pm

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ooc - Rated M due to Trinidad's weed. Located on the shores of Enigma Lake, where Trinidad is contemplating a swim.

Trinidad

The caverns were wicked cool - so much more intriguing than the D’Neville Mansion had ever been. The newly appointed Tirones had an adventurous time running through the slick cavern tunnels in his Lupus form, poking around spaces that turned out to be occupied by a disgruntled packmate, and eventually making a hot box in one of the - hopefully - unoccupied caves within the mountain.

But as fun as that little adventure was, Trinidad eventually became a little claustrophobic - if not slightly nauseous from all the smoke - during his stay in the dimly lit caverns. This prompted the coydog to enter the world of sunlight once more, exploring the territory around the caverns. It was a pleasantly mild day, with a gentle spring breeze carrying fresh air over the land. The coydog felt simply rejuvenated as he strolled through the territory. While much of the forest surrounding Inferni’s new territory bore blackened scars from the fires, the Casales could see that, while slow, Mother Nature was beginning to repair the damage.

A freshly rolled blunt remained between two fingers, the smoke lightly trailed in the air as Trinidad found his way on the edge of a cliffside. Which turned out to be easy enough to scale down, with a few bumps along the way, if any. As the Casales stood on the shore overlooking the dark lake, a brief but extremely stupid thought crossed his mind. The waters were indigo, almost black in color due to the lake’s depth. Yet the lake held an eerie sort of beauty that drew the Casales closer to the edge. Today was as good a day to swim as any, no?

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POSTED: Tue May 22, 2018 3:08 am

smoke the night away

The day had caught him in a lull of activity, the mild spring sun settling gently over his skin as he lazed up by the cliffside. While the work Inferni had in store was nowhere near completion, more and more opportunities for these sorts of outings cropped up; Ichabod took every chance he saw, this time creeping out to the cliffsides to take a breather from the daily grind.

The smell caught his attention first, pungent even with the spring breeze sweeping the area. The Scintillan peered down at the tri-toned man from his little perch in the rock outcropping above, scrutinizing the coydog’s ruffled appearance silently before speaking. The last batch of newbies had left him with neither good impressions nor high expectations and he was none too eager to have a repeat of the whole bobcat situation.

Luckily the male noted a significant lack of cat beside the other man. “Boo,” the coyote called down casually, inching out from the little cranny in the rocks and into the sight. While his tone hadn’t been particularly startling, he doubted the stranger had caught his scent with all the smoke in the air.

“‘M Ichabod,” he introduced himself, swinging his legs over the rock ledge and down to stick out a hand for the Cenizan to shake. “You new here? Man, you stink.” While his motormouth had somewhat stalled the past few months, what with the shift in the clan and all, the Scintillan still seemed to lack a dependable head-to-mouth filter.

Still, ignorance was bliss; not noticing the social faux pas he had just made, Ichabod eyed the smoldering roach in the Tirone’s hand and wrinkled his nose. Immediately Redtooth came to mind, green-eyed and with a matching pair of green lungs. “That grass?”

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Trinidad

A thick cloud of smoke shrouded the Casale’s features, trailing upwards with each puff. Trinidad allowed his mind to wander, looking out at the sparkling expanse of the dark lake. He took no notice of the sandy coyote sliding down the jagged peaks to greet him on the shores, finding that his nostrils were very much occupied with another scent. Only the Boo! prompted him to incline his head towards the stranger, still tapping away at the joint rolled between his fingers.

”Hey there, amigo!” Trinidad drawled lazily, a goofy smile on his face. Dopey brown eyes met an inquisitive amber gaze, showing no signs of surprise or hostility. Even sober, Trinidad’s reflexes were nothing to boast of. It was a good thing for Trinidad that the largest fault the young coyote possesed was a running motormouth. ”Ichabod, eh?” Trinidad stretched out the syllables Ay, that’s a long name. ‘Ny chance you go by Icky or somethin?”

”Yeah! Well, sorta.” Trinidad paused, his brow furrowing ”I stayed ‘ere for a little time way back before the war n’ the move. But I’m back now.” As Ichabod wrinkled his nose in distaste, Trinidad gave a peal of laughter. ”Boy, ain’t ya ever smelled herb before?” Rather than taking offense at Ichabod’s blunt words, Trinidad could only find amusement. Besides, he could handle a man who spoke what he thought.

”Yeah.” Trinidad nodded his head. That was, if grass meant pot around here. The herb went by so many names these days, the Casales couldn’t keep them straight. ”You want a hit?” Trinidad offered, extending the blunt towards the coyote.

”So, Icky,” Trinidad drawled thoughtfully ”Think it’s a good day for a swim?”

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