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Jacinto Lykoi · 02-12-2012, 02:54 AM

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WC → 000 ::private for Ciara! Midday of the 17th. Optime form.

Jacinto needed a little time out of Inferni, Omni had even begged him to not to go, until finally he had let her tag along. They had travelled for a couple of days, mostly by horse riding together. Things were packed, blankets, a homemade tent, and many other essential necessary things. It had been an uneventful journey, they had exchanged idle chit-chat and the usual. His guitar was strapped rather precariously to the flank of Solei, every so often the lanky Lykoi would look back and check.

Jacinto had set up camp while Omni went out to hunt, putting up the roughly made tent on the shorelines of a beautiful area. He needn't know the name of the pretty terrain, nor the names of the possible inhabitants. The rust splashed hybrid after a long while of tediously setting up and putting things into order, not to mention getting the horse to move away from the camp, the Lykoi descendant finally had time for leisure. He sat infront of the tent, legs crossed and facing the sea. The winter pale sky was sympathetic enough to let the sun shine through the dull grayness, hopefully a promise of early spring. Jacinto pawed through the many things he had brought along, found a pre-rolled joint and easily lit it with the old purple lighter he had scavenged in Inferni. The smoke drifted lazily to the midday sky, the scent of the fresh cannabis permeated and cloaked the area with its spicy tantalizing smell. That was when the man lifted the guitar to his lap fingers twitching and finally rested themselves over the strings, plucking out cheery and beatific melodies. This is what he liked to do, exactly what. If only Omni would get her butt back to camp, he wouldn't be so lonely

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