That morning Omni had confronted the hybrid about the scents he had brought back to Inferni, assuming what was up those days prior. She hadn't said much for a long time, waiting intently on having him say something. It had reached to a close heated argument, the Lykoi storming out of the room in a huff. There was no way he could even explain or have her know who it was. It was likely the rusty guitarist would never see the woman again. He had thought of bringing a joint along, but alas the temptation didn't last long. All he seemed to crave was the fresh northern air. It sounded like a good plan to stick to.
There had been a couple of incidents when something of the subject had almost happened. Drunken and high, he had almost been pinned under the fiery artisan man...Until the Lykoi descendant had stopped it. He had always been afraid of hurting Omni, terrified of making her upset. But for over a week she had been out of Inferni, in her heat cycle--Anything could have happened. So off he left, gaining distance from the huge residence with the help of his long legs, striding away. On his belt of his jeans he had a knife, good enough, the coyote assumed.
It was actually a decent day, cool but not gloomy and grey, warm in a sense, but not overly humid. He was considering leaving, considering just getting up and going. Omni had always acted innocent...Perhaps the man that had attacked her had a little bit of sense.
Bright orange eyes moved to the sky as the brown and tan hybrid came to terms with himself. His purpose was not well served as he could see, perhaps Columbine had been right about that before he had come to a demise. A guitar was not to be used to fight off attackers, and a few ounces of marijuana were sure not enough to get a decent meal. There needed to be something more accepting, which Jac was slowly getting a taste of with Myrika as the Aquila...But things were spiraling downward. He had cheated on Omni and let down Sinatrai....
A call sounded through the cool silent air, a call that instinctively beckoned the lithe man forward. It was a call for him...Only him at that. Changing direction, he sauntered to the borders to receive whomever it was, distractedly running a hand through his golden hair. As he reached the clearing and the boundaries separating the clan from the free lands, his big fiery eyes widened at the sight of who it was. It was Io Berlin, his one night lover and the woman he had betrayed in a way. Regaining his confidence, the coyote stepped forward, eyes diverted downward. "Io." He began, voice smooth "What's going on?"
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