What was he doing out there, anyway? Halifax was rather far from home, but goodness, had Mother Earth graced such a place! Razekiel had stared at Father Ocean for what had been hours but seemed merely minutes; it was as if the sun danced on his waves with all her might and strength, or perhaps his eyes were simply grayed when he stood in that land of blood and hate, Inferni, and gazed upon the ocean there. The breeze, so fresh! He strode with a dance in his steps, he wiggled his hips and bobbed his head, flipping tanned dreadlocks this way and that. How wonderfully he felt that beauty within him, capturing his senses, commanding his body! Uplifting--renewing! It was as if Mother Earth had so suddenly birthed him again and shown him the furthest extents of her majesty!
Razekiel had danced his way into the heart of Halifax before he knew it, and though he strode in a land of dust and dead, the coyote beamed his brightest smile. His head was already spinning; a morning of that exotic aroma and taste had sent him spiraling headlong into a glorious mood. Whether or not he would remember any of his experiences that day would be a different story, but for now, that wonderful smell he knew so well filled his lungs and stimulated his senses, but oh, it was not his own! That wonderful drug, smoking somewhere so close? He followed the scent, toothy grin unfailing, and was led to broken windows and familiar faces within.
Such comfortable-looking furniture! The boy was thrilled, almost tempted to bounce childishly on their cushions, but was otherwise distracted by the increasingly numerous acquaintances he recognized as he drew closer. Silas--oh, Silas! It had been a long time since they had talked, and he smelled of Inferni as strongly as the crass-looking amber boy he didn't know. He smiled brightly in seeing Rikka, though he did not immediately know her name, but was somehow able to distinguish her as close family one way or another. Perhaps his mother had mentioned her at some point. And, of course, there was Anselm--but the rest he did not know. Surely they would let him stay, if he offered his own goods. Such comfortable seating! "Woooahh, man, look at this rockin' diiiive," he said to no one in particular, straw eyes gaping his way and that as his step stumbled once or twice. "And the smell, man, I got plenty of that to share with my groupies, yeah?"
He glanced at the few he didn't know, motioned for peace with his fingers, and grinned: "Razekiel, man. Lykoi, Inferni, all that, man. I got pot." Smooth, as he always was, right?
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