Trust and Vices

Pixie Frost · 02-23-2011, 03:48 AM

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The stranger seemed suspicious of the horse, though that came as no surprise. “Just so you know, he won’t hurt you except out of defense. Just keep your distance until he begins to see you aren’t a threat.” She was beginning to wonder exactly how many Luperci rode horses anyways. There was herself, Mars, Kansas, Skye…and that was about all she knew. Maybe her parents were right; maybe riding really was an unnatural occurrence that no one was meant to do. Not that that discouraged her from the sport at all. She just hated to think that her parents were right about anything.

“The north?” she echoed the red-furred female. “How far up north?” She hadn’t traveled much farther north than the most northern point of Souls, but she hadn’t stayed long enough there to see who lived there. At the moment, she couldn’t imagine anyone in their right mind who would want to live any more north than Crimson Dreams. She smirked lightly at the woman’s next words. “I’ve stayed for short times in places like this. Very short times, but living in abandoned human towns isn’t impossible.” They were haunting places, full of only shadows of the great buildings and machines that humans built, but if there was nowhere else to go, they made for relatively stable, let alone uncomfortable, homes.

In response to the coyote mix’s seemingly careless feelings about the cold season, Pixie merely issued a snort. However, she was glad to hear that clothing could be found in Halifax. She still wasn’t sure if Savina had gotten Denali’s coat from Halifax or one of the towns to the west of Crimson Dreams, but with the news that winter clothing could be found here, Pixie had no desire to go hunting farther for it. Even though it was already the middle of winter, late was better than never when it came to finding protection from the season’s cold sting.

She nodded as the stranger introduced herself. “I’m Pixie. Pixie Frost. I live south of here.” Then as Faolin revealed the bottle from inside her sling, the intoxicating smell filled Pixie’s nostrils again, even more so when the bottle was opened. “What’s that you got there?” she asked, unable to hide the hint of greed in her voice. She already had a pretty good idea of what the contents of the bottle were, but perhaps a curious question—a seemingly innocent one—could lead to her having a taste of it. Pixie wasn’t one to plan things ahead extensively, but while it didn’t quite come across as natural, she was trying her best to be sly.

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