[P] up and up the smoke will roll

Ouija D'Angelo · 04-21-2011, 11:37 AM

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Ouija knew what it was like to lose loved ones. First those in the cult, then unborn pups, and finally his mother. But they were all things that had to be taken in stride. He'd done his mourning and now had to get himself back involved with the pack. After all he needed to move up into the rank system. He had to prove himself all over again. So far it hadn't showed that such were his intentions. But then again he hadn't been occupying the caves while he was in mourning either.

Of course there had been another project on his mind as well. Another special request that he had to take care of. Perhaps something to help cheer up the forlorn woman that now sat upon the coast. He had been about to return to the caves with her prize but that plan was deviated when he caught her scent elsewhere. He clutched the strings of the adornment in his hand as he turned and made his way towards the very edges of Anathema.

He spoke not a word as he approached from behind the female. He knelt down behind the other and made to slip the gris gris around her neck to lay against her chest so that he could tie it in place in the back. Like every gris gris he had made it was constructed from snakeskin. It was simply his signature. The male kept in silence as he made to actually sit behind the dark girl. He made to try to fit his spread legs to either side of her body so that he could try to slip his arms around her to hold her as well as to try to rest his head upon her shoulder. He was simply try to offer comfort the only way that he knew how.

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