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Razekiel Lykoi · 08-06-2011, 12:47 AM

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Banks of East River, a little ways west of Raz's hut. For Noah!

"You probably would not like these," Razekiel smiled, fingertips scarlet with the berry juice, shrugging Lark's great and curious head off his shoulder. "You are a horse. You eat grass, not berries. Besides, my big blue wonder, these are not for eating. Much too sour, you see."

Lark followed him with high knees and a contented trot as the Seiryu browsed bush to bush, puffing from a joint balanced in his teeth and humming a tone-deaf tune to himself. At times, he paused to, once again, lick at the berry juice on his fingers, only to find, once again, that the juice was still bitter to taste like it was last time and that the slow onset of the drug in his teeth had not yet changed it. Ah, why did he keep trying, then? Perhaps there was just something addicting about what he simply could not have.

The stallion nudged at the coyote's back with his great black head and flaring brown snout and nostrils, blowing and snorting air disapprovingly as the Seiryu once again chuckled and shook his head. "Do you really wish to try these, silly Lark? Here, take a try, man, if you so insist. They do say, 'Curiosity slightly discouraged the not-very-fluffy blue cat with the big brown eyes.'" The horse, though it gave him a puzzled look as most people did, lowered his snout to the coyote's open palm and scooped up the berries between his teeth, only to gag and sputter and stomp his feet all the way to the water's edge to wash the taste away. The Seiryu nearly doubled over in airy, charmed laughter, and with that continued the task at hand.

"They are for staining, not for eating," the hippie smiled to himself as Lark snorted and glared his way once more. Each picked berry was delicately placed inside the open jar, the glass smeared with the red-violet smudges of his fingers. "Crush them, and they make for a temporary paint, man."

Pausing, the coyote traced a heart around his left eye with a painted finger, bright red against dark fur. "See?" He burst into laughter once more, doubled with the contented and entertained stomps of the bobbing and neighing Lark. They could not have made a stranger duo.

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