lol sup betch? 8D LET'S GET WRECKED

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Wretch was an adorable young woman. She was shy and so innocent, always looking around nervously and she almost had a stutter just like the dark brown female. Just sitting with the little light gray coyote brought a small smile to Tawny’s scarred face, thinking about what Wretch would say or do next. At the moment, thinking about their short time together, the wolf was ransacking a small house on the outskirts of what looked to maybe be an old farm. There were three buildings and two were too broken down for her to get in without killing herself. This one was falling apart, but easy enough to slip into. Once she was in and able to rummage around, she found a few things that were rather pleasing.

Almost all of her bags had been left about two miles away, buried under a fallen tree so no scavengers would stumble upon them and steal anything. While the girl was fairly altruistic before all the stuff had gone down with Fang and the coyote…now not so much. Letting people take the things that she had worked so hard for wasn’t something she’d be pleased to see anymore. There was one small, lone bag strapped around her shoulders, just waiting to find something new and special. Most of the doors on the cabinets were cracked and broken, mice and bugs skittering around on the floors. Tawny pushed one little door open and jerked her hand back when it fell to the floor. Ignoring the possibility of there being a poisonous thing hiding in there, she reached in and felt around.

The pads of her fingers brushed over something cold, it was glass. Gripping it, she pulled the medium sized bottle out and grinned when she saw it was half full of golden liquid. Stowing it away in her bag, she stood up on her toes and reached in again…then again and again. There was a total of five bottles, and three of them were full and had never been opened. A few more things were found, silverware that needed polishing, a few pieces of ratty clothing, and then she was ready to leave. Getting out of the front door was harder than getting in, and a few pieces of the framing falling down on her head and shoulders. Yelping, she jumped out of the way and started running, happy with her find and laughing loudly as the bottles in her bag clinked with every step she took.

As she drew closer to the spot where her bags were buried. On the way she couldn’t help but think that she wished she had someone there to share her spoils with. After living with Ichika and Anathema for a while, being so lonely was so foreign. Once there, she collapsed back against the fallen tree and yawned, threw her head back, and let out a call. Perhaps it was a risky thing to do because she was alone now…but at this point she just didn’t really care.

let the drinking begin

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As the young woman waited for something to happen, someone to respond to her call, she pulled the bottles out from her back and lined them up in order from biggest to smallest. Then she pulled out her small pouches of dried venison and fish, along with some while fruit. The girl was a walking convenience store, she had everything anyone could think of, barring animals and large weapons, stored in those damn bags. A few berries were tossed into her mouth as she waited, yawning and chewing messily. With only Wretch around lately, Tawny had relaxed a lot and found that she was able to just be free. She didn’t have to be self conscience or scared about something she said or did. Wretch was so sweet and kind to her, they got along really well and the brown girl was ridiculously glad about that.

There was the call she’d been waiting for. Grinning, she tilted her head to the side and took a deep breath, the toothy smile only growing when she saw the first hints of white appear in the foliage. ”There you are!” Another thing that had changed in the time she’d spent with Wretch was her confidence. No longer was she constantly stuttering or fishing for something to say. Jumping up, she scampered forward and grabbed the taller coyote in a big hug. It had been like…a whole week or something since they’d seen each other. Very unsettling and Tawny didn’t like it. Her younger companion was quickly becoming something that she wanted to be permanent in her life. After snuggling for a few moments, she moved back and took Wretch’s hand, tugging her over to the tree.

”I…uh…got us something, don’t know what it is…” She coughed softly and looked away, feeling a little foolish and silly for being so excited about these unknown substances.

lol...i kinda hate alcohol. xD

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Tawny moved closer and sat down on the ground, crossing her legs and reaching out for the smallest bottle. The liquid was a golden color and only filled half of the glass. Her shoulders lifted and dropped after a few moments of looking at the liquid, studying it. ”Um…water? But it’s brown, I think.” She tilted her head back and stared up at the other woman’s face, as if asking for her opinion. Another shrug pulled at her shoulders and she put her hand on the lid, squeezing and turning it sharply. A few cracks and some crust broke off the top before the lid popped off as well.

Lifting the thing to her face, she dipped her nose down and took a deep breath. Immediately her head jerked back and she sneezed a few times, rubbing her face a few times. The smell was strong and slightly foul, however, it wasn’t like she wouldn’t try something she’d just found. So, the bottle was lifted once more to her face and she tipped it back slowly, only letting a few drops trickle into her mouth before slamming it down on the ground again. Her entire body rolled to the side and she started hacking and coughing.

It was gross! Her tongue and throat were burning slightly, the nasty taste lingering sharply and making her tongue loll out at an angle. ”Ugh…what… is that…ew!”

JACK. PATRON. VODKA. WASSUP!? C:<

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Tawny pushed herself up, resting back on her elbows as she watched Wretch take a large swig from the bottle. Her eyes narrowed a little as the lighter female began coughing, but not nearly bad as her own. Huffing softly, she sat up further and grabbed the bottle away again, tipped her head backwards and let it rain. The golden alcohol poured into her mouth, slipped down over her throat and slithered down her throat. A burning fire followed and began to burn but he refused to allow another weak reaction. The need to be strong for Wretch, to show the other woman that she could be tough and take some pain and discomfort.

Her dark blue eyes raised and she took in the other girl as the burn slowly faded and a soft fog seemed to fill her head. ”We sh-should try the others…see what they taste like.?” Stretching out, she grabbed another bottle, this one was almost a rectangle, just with soft edges. The liquid inside was clear and looked like water, but Tawny was sure it was more of the foul tasting elixir. Cracking the top off of that one, she avoided sniffing directly this time and simply took a sip of it also. The reaction wasn’t as bad as the first time, but she did gag a little bit. It was nasty, and it burned worse than the other one.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she slowly tilted her head a bit and poured some down the hatch, proving to Wretch that she could do it without flipping out.

our girls are such light weights. xD EAR PIERCIN' TIEM. |:<

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Despite the taste being absolutely horrifying, the stuff was making her feel kind of good. Instead of setting the bottle of clear liquid down, she took another longer and deeper drink, then another, and another. Once the burning hit her stomach she had to close her eyes for a few moments, and press a hand to the ground, to keep herself balanced. The dark lids opened and she grinned over at Wretch, flopping onto her side and setting the bottle down. Her head turned and she stared up at the silver coyote mix for a few moments before yipping softly. ”You are preeeetty, Wretchy! So shiny and pretty…and…pretty.” One hand reached up and she pet at the other woman’s arm for a few moments.

The comment about more jewelry caught her attention and she grinned widely, her face almost breaking into a snarl. Crawling over to her backs, she started opening them and digging around until she found what it was that she was looking for. A small pouch was taken out and she rolled it open, revealing about forty needles of all different sizes, all for sewing. Next, she grabbed and knife and a handful of tiny bird and mice bones. ”I thhhh…uh…thiiink I-I can pierce your ears…” Her fingers stroked over the needles and she tilted her head at Wretch innocently, eyes wide and still staring at the other’s beautiful pristine coat.

no longer pure. grrrrl you got body art now.

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Had she done piercings for someone before? Well…no. But it wasn’t as if it was hard or anything. Poke a hole and stick something in it, right…that’s what it seemed like, so it’s what she’d go with. Her shoulders rose up really high and then fell hard, causing her body to jolt forward. Her thumb stabbed down onto one of the little needles and she yelped in surprise, lifting the hand to her face and licking at the pin prick of blood. ” Ne…ne’er done it beffff…befffore. Be okay though, I won’t huuurt you.” Her tongue felt weird, like it had grown bigger in the last few seconds.

Taking one of the bigger needles in hand and a bone from her pouch, she scooted closer. The little bone was from a rodent of some kind, from either the ribcage or a leg. Didn’t really matter, as long as it was just big enough to push into the little hole she’d make with the needle, and hold the hole open and prevent it from closing. Tawny kept getting closer, until she was plastered against Wretch’s side, leaning on the silver girl. ”Heey you…so pretty…sit still…” She pressed the bone into Wretch’s hand and then grabbed the girl’s left ear and lifted the needle up to it, but her hands were shaking too bad. The needle was supposed to go through the soft skin near the bottom side of the ear…but instead it poked through only centimeters from the very top.

”Awwww, I mmm-um…are you kay?” Her fingers found the bone and lifted it to the coywolf’s ear, pushing it into place and grinning at the blood stained silver. ”Preeeetty.”

aww all sad & srs now.

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Tawny grinned and stroked her fingers over Wretch’s head gently, feeling oddly affectionate. Perhaps it was those drinks, or maybe it was just her natural reaction to someone she knew that was trustworthy…maybe it was both. ”Another…I’ll do thossse forya toos.” Yes, it was definitely the drinks causing all of this. Her voice, while never having been the greatest, was starting to slur and bumble around a bit. She leaned out and grabbed her bottle of clear liquid to take one long gulp before capping it and setting it in the shadows with the others. Next she half crawled over to another of her bags and pulled out two of the odd make-shift blankets that could be used into cloaks she’d made.

One of the blankets was simply a nylon flag that was found in an old building, one of about eight that she had stowed away. It was great for rainy and snowy weather, the nylon a virtual blocker for all of it. Of course it would get wet if submerged under water for a while, but the stuff falling on it usually just slicked right off. The other blanket was partly nylon, with two dear skins sowed onto the inside for warmth. Tawny struggled to spread the flag out on the floor, finally getting it pushed out enough so that both canines could fit on it without trouble. Turning, she smiled and patted the flag, watncing Wretch to come sit with her.

The next few questions came as a bit of a shock, as Tawny hadn’t spoken about her family in quite some time. She sighed and shrugged, pulling the deer skin blanket half way up her body and curling up on her side. Being cold wasn’t really the issue at the moment, she just wanted something warm to wrap around her, to make her feel safe. ”Well…my mommy and daddy hated me.” Her shoulders hunched in and she closed her eyes. ”They hurted me, a lot…and then left me to die.” Lifting her head slightly, she looked up at Wretch with a little pout making her face look sad and pathetic.

meeeoow

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Tawny rolled onto her stomach and rested her head on Wretch’s leg, smiling up at the girl. She was feeling oddly relaxed and oh so comfortable with touching, seeing no problem with draping herself over another person. Of course if the silver coywolf had protested she’d have backed off, but there was no need for either of them to pull away. The warmth from each others’ body’s was comforting and made Tawny feel safe.

”I don’t knooow, Wretchy! They were juss sooo mean and scary…” She shook her head and nuzzled her black nose against the other female’s thigh, sighing softly and drawing in her scent. ”No one found me.” She shook her head again and then rolled over, staring up at the leaves barely visible in the moonlight. Her jaws parted widely in a big yawn, drawing in a deep breath and then letting it whoosh back out. ”I walked and lived alone till I got here…then I met Saul and he saved me, I was sooo sick. He brought me to Ichika…”

mwwaaaahaahhahhaa. XD naughty tawny!

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The feeling of Wretch’s hand stroking over her head was ridiculously comforting, and the brown girl sighed softly. Her shoulders bunched up and she pushed closer, moving until her nose resting against the silver girl’s hip. Another deep breath was taken in and she caught a muskier scent this time. Ears poking up slightly in curiosity, she tilted her head to the side and peeked up for a few seconds before nosing in between Wretch’s legs. Snuffling, she took in a few quick breaths and blew out again. Wretch’s core scent was stronger here, and Tawny had the strongest urge to just roll around in it. Her pink tongue flicked out…just one taste? Delicious.

Wretch’s words jerked her from the trance she’d been caught in and her head pulled back quickly, scared that she had made the younger girl uncomfortable. ”Leave you…no!” Her arms shot forward and wrapped around the coywolf’s waist, holding onto her tightly and burying her face back down against her lower tummy. ”I’ll never leave you…never ever. Not for good.”

so sweet

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She had noticed that her little lick had sent Wretch’s body into a bit of a frenzy, having felt the tensed muscles ready to spring back. However, the young woman somehow knew that it wasn’t from fear or discomfort, but more from instinct and the unknown. Instead of trying again, she just held on tight and rubbed her fingers into the coywolf’s lower back gently. Hearing Wretch say that she wouldn’t ever leave forever was amazing, and the darker girl found herself holding on even tighter. Her heart was beating heavily and a bit too fast, as if she was running through the forest. No one had ever promised to not leave her, never made her feel to accepted and safe.

Tawny knew that feeling safe with only Wretch in her company was a bit stupid, because they were both small females. Neither of them would be able to fight off a big male or males…well…forget that. Together they probably could, if they worked together. Once again her mind was pulled from its musings by Wretch’s sweet little voice telling her to get closer. The wolf hadn’t noticed the feeling of the silver one lying back, but she quickly got onto her hands and knees and crawled up some.

Within a few seconds she was stretched out at Wretch’s side, head laying on her chest and left leg draped over her hips, almost pinning the coywolf to the ground. The dark fingers from her left arm stroked over the silver girl’s rib cage area and she sighed loudly. Warm and comfortable and feeling so safe and accepted. This was perfect.