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[Jael Soul]

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Calypso was warm and comfortable against his body and he rubbed his cheek against him like a kitten. Drunk until he could barely stand or see straight; lost within his own head and memories due to the solitude he shared only with demons, Chael Kyan hadn't been able to restrain himself from falling against the boy. He desired comfort and affection like so many living creatures, even if he'd so long pushed it aside as an illusion. But in his intoxicated state he could barely control himself, falling victim to simple whim. They'd so long ago had something like a relationship, if you could call it that. Calypso had come to live with him in the city in his makeshift den-apartment after the male had been exiled willingly from Jaded Shadows for his actions. He had taken it upon himself to leave, allowing himself to remain alone as he plainly deserved. He wished to run rampant and do whatever the fuck he wanted, and being within a pack would hold him back.         Forelegs embracing the boy as he would have in shifted form, breath stinking of liquor and something akin to decay, the scarred man smiled, licking the cheek of the other wolf. He was utterly, completely shitfaced--and it showed. Single green eyes was blurred with poison, finally lifting himself from Calypso. "Probably," he replied, falling back onto his hindlegs to begin the shift as was suggested. Body changing into his other form, ragged hair falling around his face and neck, he fell back onto his spine, snorting in an amused manner as the cold concrete met with his body. His mood was elated by the other wolf from his memories, having missed encountering someone who'd know him and actually enjoy being around him--if simply for his drugs.         Rolling onto his side with a soft huff, the wolf stumbled along half on his hind-legs, half on all fours as he moved toward a side room off the main room of the building. This was his new temporary residence and Chael Kyan would of course have accumulated a collection of intoxicating substances in a secret cache close to his nest so while drunk or high he wouldn't have to search in frustration later. Smirking at his intelligence, he pushed open the door, falling through when it gave way to his weight. "This way.." he slurred, seating himself in the center of the room and clutching at a clear bottle of translucent liquid. It could have simply been water, except for the pungent, burning odor that emitted from it's opening. Around him were more bottles and crates, collected over the past few days from the city by the wolf.         He smiled stupidly, chugging at the bottle in his hand and guesting drunkenly around the room at his collection. He was a pack-rat of drugs, and here was his store. "Help yourself," Chael finally said, once he'd lowered the liquor from his lips. "We can get drunk together and feel good," he assured the younger man, leaning back against a crate to regard him hungrily.

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