M. ain't no sins in this town

Jacinto Lykoi · 06-23-2012, 12:18 PM

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Hai Rose! Big Grin added the M just in case, plus Cinto's a weed whore :3 and--I fail at starting, but the posts will get better :o

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For once the rusty hybrid had found himself restless. Whatever the cause had him pacing about in the clan for days. Maybe it could be blamed upon the switch of the leadership, or the lack of attention given to him by Omni. So for a while, the Lykoi took a bit of an excursion. He had slipped from the clan in silence.

The forest vegetation was thick for most of the walk, seeming dense and dark overhead. In a way, it became creepy. Birds in trees flapped their wings and called, the scent of other canines was never far away. Jac made his detour short, emerging from the thick forest in deep relief, the sunlight and the luminance of the day was enough to keep the hybrid man going.

But for a while he had grown agitated. Restless and irritated from a cause he did not know of. And perhaps the stress had driven him from the clan for a while, maybe all the russet-furred canine needed was some fresh air and a newly-lit joint. The sounds of the earth did not seem to falter under his footfalls. The entire world wasn't afraid of his presence. So onward he trekked, dark-tipped tail swishing behind him as he walked. In his jeans was what he treasured. A possession he kept safe as the woman he lived with. Marijuana. Happy smoke, weed, ganja. Whatever you called it, it still was a good thing.

Finally he found a good place to rest. It was a rather pleasant day, he could admit. The day had run its course and even the aftermath had turned out well. There had been much happening back in Inferni. Jaci had yet to meet his brother's children, talk to Helotes and scout some more. In a way, it made him jealous. Omni had trouble with birthing healthy children--alive children. Adopting was getting harsher and harsher, he wanted his children. He wanted Lykois. But until she could, Cinto was aging. And someday, his chance will be gone.

As he seated himself down, his hand reached into his pocket for the lighter and precious rolls of the wonderful herb. In one quick motion, the orange-splashed man lifted the joint to his sensitive black nose, closing his eyes as if in ecstasy from the scent. His habit had been little by little eating away at him, a mistake for sure....But a good mistake. He could admit. As he flicked the lighter and the smoke took to a small fire, he breathed deeply and sat back. No matter what the world threw at him, he'd be fine. As long as he felt this good.

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