M. ain't no sins in this town

Jacinto Lykoi · 06-23-2012, 07:59 PM

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The Spanish musician reclined back comfortably, thin muzzle lifted slightly to the sky to inhale the succulent incense of the rolled cigarette in his fingers. After a while it had set in like a gentle lover, taking the hybrid to a place of colors and pleasant sensations. It was the perfect way to relax, the ideal way to settle himself to come back a happier soul.

The world had become beautiful. Colors awakened the trees and sky, there didn't seem to be much more the Lykoi could compare to the sight. The scout enjoyed it as much as possible, back I Inferni--The high experiences always seemed rushed, hiding from the clan and his kid. But out here--wow! Sighing happily, he brought the joint to his lips and took a deep drag.

The spaniard shifted over to rest his weight on his elbows as the joint poked out from his mouth, closing those bright orange eyes to relax himself again. He failed to hear the noises around him, how soft and careful they were. As far as he knew, the weed choked out the scents of others and his mind was just too clogged with pretty things to even notice. But as a feminine voice spoke into one of his large bay ears, his eyes opened to land upon a young woman. The drug had maintained itself well enough to wonderfully distort the girl's image, the slender limbs and ghostly eyes were enhanced, and he fought for words as he himself tried to maintain his speech. "Well..." He said softly, pulling the cigarette from his mouth, Mi señora, this is the fruit of the gods! It'd be a great pleasure to share!" The Lykoi replied jovially, holding the joint out towards her. His dark-furred tail beat against the ground softly, looking to the sky to distract himself from the drug-enhanced woman nearby, "Name's Jacinto Lykoi."

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