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Larka | Devil's Kettle

POSTED: Wed Apr 24, 2019 5:59 pm

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

Lyssa stared at the roaring waterfall, with a tan coydog seated beside her. Larka also seemed lost within the magnificence of the waterfall, watching the water cascade over the edge. The water dropped, dropped, dropped... and then disappeared right down a gaping hole. Where did the water go exactly? It was said that the hole leads straight to Hell, but Lyssa wasn't convinced. Hell already existed, and it was not here at the Devil's Kettle. It could be found late at night after the dark took over, deep within her mind. Lyssa looked deep into the hole, trying desperately to see the bottom, to no avail. Instead of fear, this placed filled her with girlish excitement. The powerful flow of the falls mixed with the danger of the bottomless pit stirred something within her. It made her feel powerful and dangerous just being near it.

Lyssa opened her wine skin filled with moonshine. She took a short swig, the liquid burning down her throat. She wasn't a fan of the taste, but everyone assured her she would get used to it. Her eyes watered, and a small cough escaped as she tried to control the fire within her. Normally she didn't drink, but today felt particularly rough. Larka's presence helped, but she felt she needed a something a little extra to take the edge off. Finally Lyssa broke the silence between them. "Larka, I have a question s'il vous plait". The moonshine had already begun to go to her head, thickening her French accent. The read and brown coyote flopped onto her back wistfully. After a moment, she continued, "How do you know... How do you find... a partner? You know, like a lover?" Lyssa did not have the courage to look Larka in the eyes to ask the question. Instead she looked up at the blue sky and watched the clouds roll by.

Without waiting for an answer, Lyssa held out the wine skin in Larka's direction. Lyssa could not see her reaction to her question. Instead she listened to the roar of the waterfall, hoping to drown out the sounds of her own thoughts.

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POSTED: Wed May 15, 2019 10:12 am

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It was the laughter, clear and care-free that brought her to Lyssa’s side. She was younger than Larka, and her eyes still danced with life. Lyssa had been teetering too close for the former slave’s comfort when she arrived. Initially, she assumed the other had fallen prey to the recklessness of youth until she caught the other’s scent. The girl was drunk! Wide amber eyes searched about the falls for a companion, but found none. The newcomer had succumbed to two unhealthy bedfellows alone; drink and danger.

Putting aside the questions of how and who, Larka focused her attentions on the inebriated youngster. If she could just get her to sit a little further away… The gleam in Lyssa’s eyes and open mouth stopped her, however. Red-tipped ears folded back against the roaring of the water as it crashed over itself and flowed downwards. “Why did you come here, Lyssa? It is not safe.” She had to raise her voice against the noise, her voice tight in her throat. This place was dangerous; did Lyssa not know the waterfall’s name?

Larka turned her head to Lyssa as she smelt alcohol coming from a water-skin. Her brows furrowed as she watched the girl take a short pull from it, and the reaction to its contents. From the liquid pooling in the other’s eyes it was either too strong for her tastes or she was inexperienced. Larka hoped it was the latter. Her stomach tightened at the thought of telling the others. They needed to know, but as she was about to voice her concern Lyssa spoke.

She had not noticed the other’s accent before. It pained Larka’s heart to hear that drugged tone coming from the young girl’s mouth. It served to further twist the knife of guilt that dug into her sides. Lyssa slumped onto her back in the grass, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. The coydog waited patiently for the other to ask her questions, adjusting her position as she sat cross-legged. Lyssa’s question, when it did come forth, had the woman rock forwards.

The girl would not look at her. Lyssa’s eyes instead fixed skyward while she held the water-skin for her to take. Larka’s muzzle wrinkled, yet she took the container without question. Her thoughts whirled inside her skull, as scattered as the waters that surrounded them. She tried to shift her body so that the stone in her chest would not chafe against her insides. “A... lover? Has someone tried to… Have they taken an interest in you? Or you in them?”

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POSTED: Fri May 17, 2019 2:17 pm

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

While Larka was also in awe of the waterfall, it was clear that Lyssa was making her uncomfortable by being to close to the edge. When the fiery coyote had flopped down, she had made sure to so in a location father away from the edge to ease the worries of her companion. The woman only seemed partly invested in Lyssa's question, but she had responded non the less. Too inebriated to comment of the woman's shifty behaviour, Lyssa answered her returned question instead. That was much easier for her cloudy brain to focus on.

"Any interested in me? Not that I am aware of ma chérie." The drunk woman plucked a nearby flower an examined it. It was bright and full of life, bursting with a sweet scent. She stroked its soft petals with her tingly fingers. She thought of the other men of the Cartel: Mostly moody and quite. Sure they were handsome enough, but how do you know what makes a good partner? "And no, I am not interested in anyone. it's just.... I see some of the canines paired up and I wonder... what is that like?" She looked at Larka then, her golden eyes looking deep into hers out of curiosity.

She knew Larka often spent time with John, though she did not know what their relationship was. She wondered what it was like to be close enough to someone to share a tent, to lie next to one another late at night. Lyssa felt her cheeks burn hot; She must have had too much to drink. The fiery coyote looked down at her hands to discover she had crushed the flower she was holding.

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