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- Sebastian - 01-14-2012 [html]
set for the 3rd of March! Sebastian had spent much of his time transporting his wine back to Casa di Cavalieri. Now, for some indefinable reason, he was trekking along that same route once again. His paranoid streak insisted he had forgotten something, or he'd dropped a match, or left behind an entire wine rack. Stubborn streak fully active and red-hot from overuse, the lean Italian hiked back to Halifax City. The good part of all this travel was that he had developed new leg and shoulder muscles from hiking with a heavy pack. The bad news was that it was boring and physically exhausting to get to Halifax and back to Casa within a day. Until then, Sebastian trudged through the snow to get his wine from the secret basement in Halifax City. The electricity-maker had decided to stop working months ago, so he'd need to find his way in the darkness until he could reach the candles and few matches he had managed to save. He stepped down the trapdoor cautiously, taking each step carefully until he reached the bottom and groped blindly for the matches. The weak flame that appeared barely made a dent in the darkness until the artisan lit several candles he'd stashed around the place. They were burning down, but each would certainly last several more hours. The seat cushion and bean bag he and Light had had some fun on were still there, as were two wine glasses the Italian had taken down. It was surprisingly warm in the cellar. What harm could a short break cause? Sebastian left his empty satchel, his bow and quiver of arrows beside the cushion and laid down for a rest. He poured some fine wine into a glass and took a sip before he settled down, snuggled into the bean bag and had a nap. - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 03-15-2012 [html] ooc: Table © Alli<3
Bartholomew had been being naughty again! Well, not as naughty as say, Hurricane would be, but he definitely was going to get into some shit while he had control of the body. There was no reason for him not to have some fun while he had the time. His family stayed behind on this journey, for Bartholomew had argued his way out of them coming with him, because he didn't want the baggage, nor did he want the children to see what he was going to do while he was out, because he obviously was not the best influence between the three personalities, but he was not the worst of them all. Hurricane was, and everyone knew Hurricane. Everyone knew Bartholomew too, but Bartholomew wasn't around normally, he always seemed to want to be away from the family. Bartholomew did love Krystalle, there was no doubt about that, but the children had made a wedge form between them because he would want to do things with Krystalle that was not appropriate for the children, so that made him have to leave. Soon, when the children were old enough, Krystalle would be able to leave with him, and they would be able to party like old times.
He took his happy ass to Halifax though, his white jacket and otter fur skirt hugging his body even though his "South Californian" fur had long grown into "the harsh winter of Northern Nova Scotia" fur. He was not hot though, for there was still some snow on the ground in the city. He walked through and eventually got bored and started to look for things that were interesting to him. Mostly books, and backpacks, alcohol, and things of that nature. The man poured some of the alcohol he would find on his tattoos, which would make them burn in an 'oh so satisfying" way. Bartholomew then would continue on his journey to find something fun to do, and soon he had come upon a trail, a scent that was just begging to be followed. The strong scent turned from a wolf into wine though, and the Cubbins immediately was much more interested and he continued to follow it.
He followed the scent all the way to a trap door basement. He was apprehensive at the top of the stairs for a moment, if only because there was a nagging at the back of his head about walking into the darkness. It was Mars, and Bartholomew ignored the whispering of the male in his ear and he descended down into the basement. He found a sleeping beast in a rather comfortable looking bean bag chair. There was an open wine bottle next to the rust and cream male and a few glasses. Ya' 'xpectin someone 'er somethin'? asked the Californian, loud enough to try and wake the sleeping beast. .freebjuly08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#032e5a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;} .freebjuly08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly08 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#020202; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly8.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 165px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#979799; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 479+ [/html] - Sebastian - 03-15-2012 Sebastian dreamed as he slept. He dreamed often as he slept, dreams of vibrant colours and strange shapes, dancing auroras and ghostly beasts. The odd good-looking man appeared every once in a while too, grinning as he enticed the artisan further into dreamland. Sebastian had a powerful imagination, and his dreams represented this. One trait was always present, though; the lands were always lush, filled with verdant plains and glittering rivers. There was a faint smile on the Italian's face as he unconsciously snuggled further into the bean bag, his arms hugging the comfortable seat further into his chest. He was just getting to the good part when he was rudely interrupted. One eye cracked open unwillingly, a loud yawn parting the halves of his muzzle. His back arched flexibly as he stretched out, letting out an appreciative sigh as a ripple of faint cracks could be heard from stiff muscles. It was only when he had slumped back down on the cushion, tail curled over his back, one arm keeping his head propped up and both eyes half opened that he allowed his bright orange eyes to wander lazily up the man who had interrupted his sleep. His eyes widened slightly. The man was unlike anyone he had ever seen. Strange tattoos were clear from the candlelight, the strange dots on his cheek catching his eye. His face was divided nearly perfectly in half, divided by black and white with a single brown patch at the crest. He had thick, messy brown hair which Sebastian had a sudden urge to run his hands through. The duality even went down to his hands, except for a single brown finger. Several scars were scattered around his visage. Most bizarrely, he was wearing an incredible white jacket and what appeared to be a furry brown skirt. It took Sebastian eight seconds to fully comprehend the sight before him, struck dumb by the man's appearance. Not least because in addition to his oddities, he was very handsome and was graced with a beautifully attractive voice. Once his eyes had ceased roving over the stranger's body, Sebastian broke into a smile. This man was precisely the company he was searching for. "Not any more," he answered ambiguously, smirking at the newcomer. One hand reached down to scratch idly at the red scar running across his chest. "I must admit, I have never seen one such as you before. Have you always been such a vision of duality?" he asked playfully, one finger running around the rim of his half-full wineglass. - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 03-20-2012 [html] ooc: Table © Alli<3
Bartholomew hadn't realized how asleep the male was when he had disturbed the being, but he figured it out when the man had yawned and stretched out of his sleep. Even when the male had finally opened his eyes to look at Bartholomew, the male looked lazily at him. Bartholomew held a smile on his maw, and his icy cold eyes were stuck on the rust and cream male. Their eyes contrasted each other in the candlelight, the fiery orange against the icy blue, both flickering in the candlelight with some sort of intensity behind them. Bartholomew was looking at the other male, as much as the rust male had been looking at him really. It wasn't too often that Bartholomew came across some utterly delicious looking men, or atleast some that were actually accepting of his presence, considering the words the male had spoken to him. Apparently, the man had been waiting for Bartholomew. Bart felt flattered, and he chuckled softly, the still handsome grin on his face as he let his eyes rest on the male's face.
"In so much more than just one way." the male spoke with a wink and that same grin on his face, the statement being vague with what he was actually talking about, and unwilling to explain. Bartholomew put his backpack on the ground annd he looked at a second bean bag chair, and pointed at it. "Mind 'ff I take dat seat?" the male asked, but barely left any room for an answer before he sat down in the seat and he leaned back in it. He sighed lightly and returned his gaze to the male that he had found, hiding in a rabbit hole with his bean bags chairs and a bottle of wine all to himself. Bartholomew leaned forward all of a sudden and put his arms on his thighs and then he rested his chin on his fist. "M'name's Bartholomew Cubbins. Who're ya'?" he asked the other male, cocking his head at the rust male. .freebjuly08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#032e5a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;} .freebjuly08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly08 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#020202; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly8.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 165px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#979799; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 479+ [/html] - Sebastian - 03-24-2012 The stranger had a nice laugh, too. He looked right at the sprawled artisan as he spoke, something that Sebastian appreciated. He had a cute wink too, and a charming grin. His words were puzzling, though; what precisely did he mean? In what other ways could someone be a vision of duality? Perhaps he was moody or indecisive. Sebastian chose not to let it bother him as his vibrant orange eyes stayed fixed on the monochromatic male's bright blue ones. The stranger left his backpack on the ground and took a seat, not waiting for an answer before he sat on the other bean bag. Sebastian dipped his head in acquiescence of his wishes, allowing him the seat next to the Italian. Sebastian shifted his own bean bag closer to him, sprawling out so that his muzzle nearly touched the tall stranger's knee. Bartholomew Cubbins... it was a mouthful, but Sebastian didn't mind. The slender artisan planted his elbows on the bean bag and lifted his head, resting his head in his hands. He licked his chops deliberately as he gazed up at Bartholomew. "Sebastian Auditore," he introduced himself with a smirk. "Vertia, artist, unofficial entertainer and sodomite of Casa di Cavalieri. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bartholomew. Wine?" he offered breezily, reaching over to pour a glass for the intriguing newcomer if he wanted it. If not, oh well. More for Sebastian. - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 04-09-2012 [html] ooc: I didn't even realize that you posted in this until a few days ago. Sorry! D:
Bartholomew couldn't help but be reminded slightly of himself by the other male. It was strange because they looked nothing alike, for their furs were both way on the other sides of the spectrum, except for the same white that was ever so popular in many other canids. Bartholomew didn't take his eyes off the man, not for a second as he sat there and noticed that the male had gotten really close to him. Bartholomew didn't mind all that much, he never did mind when people got close to him. He actually liked the attention. He watched the man's tongue go over his chops as he looked at him, and Bartholomew's grin turned slightly on the devious side as he looked down at the other male.
The other finally said his own name. Sebastian Auditore. He was an artist, entertainer type, much like himself and his other half of him, Mars. It's a pleasha' ta' meet ya' too, Sebastian. I would loooove some wine, bro. spoke the male, the same smile still on his lips as he looked at the other male. Wanna know something interesting? I am an artist myself. I ain't got a pack though. the male spoke to the other, figuring the male would recognize that he doesn't have a home by his smell.
Casa di Cavalieri, eh? Neva' heard o' sucha place! Where issa dis pack ya' speak of, Mister Sebastian? spoke the eccentric male as he sat there and waited for the male to pour him some wine so he could get loose and have some fun. cuz' ya' see, I've heard of Cercatori d' Arte, Crimson Dreams, uh, Dahlia De Mai, Phoenix Valley, Aniwaya.........The Court, Cour des Miracles... An', uh....Dat coyote clan, I forget what that one is called. Never heard of dis Casa di Cavalieri place ya' speakin 'bout. spoke Bartholomew some more before he took a cigarette from his pocket and he put it in his mouth and then looked at the other male "Want a smoke?" asked Barth as he held one out to offer to the other male. .freebjuly08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#032e5a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;} .freebjuly08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly08 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#020202; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly8.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 165px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#979799; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 360+ [/html] - Sebastian - 04-10-2012 That's okay! Bartholomew interested the Italian. He was less uptight than many Sebastian had met, more willing to let loose. Add in an accent that piqued his interest, a unique pattern on his fur and a very handsome face and Sebastian was ready to jump into bed with the handsome stranger. Not yet, though. He couldn't quite be sure which way the tri-coloured male swung just yet. Bartholomew would looooove some wine. Good. Sebastian picked up the bottle and refilled his own glass before pouring some of the sweet red liquid into the spare. He listened to his new acquaintance as he did so, his ears perked and ready to pick up any useful or interesting pieces of information. A genuine smile formed on Sebastian's slim, coyote-like muzzle at the revelation that he was in the company of a fellow artist. Bart didn't know where Casa was either. Perhaps it was newer than he'd thought. He also rattled off a list of packs, most of which were unfamiliar. Sebastian really needed to travel some more. Who knew, perhaps Bart would be a useful companion to have. The acrobat shook his head when he was offered a smoke, still smiling with a hint of mischief. "No thanks. I don't smoke." Not yet, at any rate. Still, Bart was welcome to smoke an entire pack if he wanted. "Casa di Cavalieri is just north of here, a few hours' journey. Quite a strong pack, with good land and worthy leaders." Sebastian passed the wineglass to Bartholomew, taking a long gulp from his own before he continued. "It's good to meet another artist here. What sort are you? Painter, writer, sculptor?..." His voice trailed off as he let his eyes wander over Bart's attractive, muscular body. Seemingly naturally, the acrobat ignored the concept of personal space and rested his chin on the brown-haired male's knee. Just because he could, and also because he wanted to get a reaction from his fellow artisan, Sebastian let his free hand wander behind Bart's back and tugged mischievously on his curly tail, letting his fingers run through the fuzzy fur. "Cute tail, too." Sebastian winked at the much larger male and let his own tail wag lazily from side to side like a metronome. - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 04-14-2012 [html] ooc: long post <3
Bartholomew saw the smile that formed on the male's mouth, and he matched it with his own smile, for he couldn't seem to help it all that much. The other male rejected the cigarette, and Bartholomew put the pack away and then lit the end of his cigarette. Jus sayin, dere's nothin better than having a cigarette and some wine.....Well, okay, dere's sex an' cigarettes, also coffee an' cigarettes, but hey, beggers can't be choosers, eh? the male spoke, even though something in the back of his head was telling him that he could probably accomplish two of the three of the latter with this male for some reason. You could say there was something instinctual about what Bartholomew was thinking about the male. If only because there were vibes falling from the eyes that were pinned on him. Bartholomew had his own eyes on the other male. Seb continued to speak though, as he passed the wine glass to Bart, who took it gracefully. Bartholomew let the glass come to his mouth and the liquid go into his mouth and down his throat.
It was dry red wine, but also very sweet. Very, very dry though. It made the male smack his lips and lick his lips a few times with his long tongue. He listened to the words of the male though, about Casa being a strong pack with worthy leaders. Bartholomew was in no position to argue, nor was he in any position to tell the male that he would come and join that pack, because frankly, he was not interested. He already knew where Mars was going to, and Bartholomew didn't object to that decision so he would not take things into his own hands in choosing packs. Bartholomew nodded his head lightly and committed the words to memory, just in case he ever needed it. He took another sip of the wine in his glass before he was asked a question. What kind of artist he was. I mostly paint, but I also play some music. Drums only tho'. spoke the accented male as he nodded his head. Little bit o' acting too. he added afterward.
The action of the male putting his head on Bart's knee made the male slightly tense up, just because he was not expecting to be touched as soon as he was. He looked down at the rust male and put a smile on his face, as well as his free ivory hand had gone and rested itself on the male's head, and his fingers ran through the locks that was the rust male's mane. When the man grabbed his curly tail, it went limp in the male's hand and that hand that was grabbing it ran through the fluffy fur there, and it made a shiver go up his spine. No one ever really touched his tail in the way he did, and it was weird to him. He caught the wink though and he smiled deviously at the male again. He took a puff from his cigarette and then he took another sip of his wine.
So where do'ya come from? Ya' born here in Nova Scotia? asked Bartholomew, still running his hand through the male's hair as he talked to him. .freebjuly08 b {font-weight:bold; color:#032e5a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;} .freebjuly08 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly08 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#020202; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... bjuly8.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #19140f; padding: 165px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#979799; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #020202;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 557+ [/html] - Sebastian - 04-25-2012 ((ffffuuuu I suck so badly for the wait!)) Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Bartholomew's boldness. Even if he had no idea what coffee was, he sure as hell knew plenty about sex. "I don't know about that," he responded playfully. "I don't think you'd have to beg to get what you want." Especially from me. Mr Cubbins was pretty sexy. Uniquely-patterned fur, a low, smooth voice, great fashion sense (Sebastian particularly admired his jacket) and a very attractive manner. A musician, painter and actor too? Someone was going to have to prevent the Italian from leaping on Bartholomew right away. Sebastian licked his lips briefly, his salmon-pink tongue dampening his chops as his orange eyes focused on the other man's charming smile. "I paint too," he smiled. "Play the piano well, and I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say I'm a pretty good dancer. I know how to use my body..." Sebastian took a slow drink of the red wine, licking his lips again. "And let others use it. If I have a partner, of course." The foxy male winked deliberately at Bartholomew once again, entwining the curly tail through his fingers. Sebastian nearly jumped when Bart suddenly rested a hand on his head. He hadn't expected such a touch, but he did enjoy it. He let out a soft sigh and half-closed his eyes, a lazy smile letting Bart know that he appreciated the touch. A low purr of a growl escaped him as the bigger male ran his ivory hand through Sebastian's virtually non-existent mane. Really, it was just some slightly puffier fur running down his back. A low laugh rumbled from his chest as Bart's question. "Did I lose my accent that quickly?" he asked cheerfully, nuzzling his cheek into the black-and-white male's furry skirt. It was very soft. "I'm from the land once called Italy," he responded mysteriously. "Where did you get your clothes?" he asked curiously, still slowly twirling the curly tail around his hand. A beautiful white jacket and an extremely soft brown skirt. He continued to rub his cheek into the comfortable skirt, his eyes closing in bliss. - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 05-08-2012
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