Not at all, thanks for replying! (: And yeah, I'll definitely shoot you a PM about some plotting! And no worries, the horse just makes everything all the more interesting.
With her ears ever slightly narrowing and twitching to the soft pattering of rain on the outside, Vesasia placed the pipe against her lips and took a few more greedy drags as she skimmed along nonchalantly through a random book. Smoke bellowed from her septum tusked nose; as the smoke bypassed the wedged bone of her deceased little sister, the smoke designs came out in a different direction every time. Once, she even tried to form a perfect puffed "O" shape from her jaws, which was considerably more difficult to do in the face of her tongue ring, but she was certainly getting better at it.
Tapping her foot while losing interest (if there really was any original interest in the book she was thumbing through) in her reading material, she could feel the pathways and floodgates of her mind let loose from the THC quickly coursing through her system. Such a state of euphoria, and the rogue could fall perfectly asleep right here right now in the library chair. There was another drag to be taken from her pipe until there was a loud reoccurring echo of what sounded like dull metal that approached at a sudden close rate. Nearly choking on the smoke that was inhaled when she heard this, Vesasia hacked out a burning cloud of weed, which of course sent her into a frenzy of a coughing fit, which she desperately tried to mask as much as she could by a balled paw placed to her mouth and trying to suppress her hacking. The fuck could that be? From the looks of the area she could have swore that nobody was around anymore, and internally she cursed herself for getting too comfortable too quick. Great, now she would have to deal with a complete stranger. She already had enough of her fair share of them thus far.
Disregarding the book aside and reaching for her dagger, Vesasia sprang from her seat. Feeling that adolescent adrenaline rush immediate filter through her veins, the familiar feeling of fight or flight was beginning to charge within her. The THC didn't make matters any better, for it honed in her senses ten fold, and made her whole body ecstatic and excitable. Before she knew it, something of a grand scale came into view. Widening her crimson gaze, her eyes rested upon something of a regal horse, and even in this setting, it was odd to see such a creature in the presence of a library of all places. There was some intricate design carved into its skull, and following her gaze was a just as uniquely designed individual perched upon it. Her mind was swimming in THC particles, and retaining her focus, there was an array of piercing that were embedded in the male coyote's visage, as well as gauges. From what she could also see, his eyes were some sort of a mesmerizing red and blue, sort of trippy in the state she was in. "Holy s-shit." Vesasia then happened to sputter out from her burning lungs, in the face of this big random horse in the library.
Feeling every single hair on her body stand to attention, at first her face was twisted with fury, surprise. Vesasia was ready to charge forth if this individual and his steed were planning to ambush her, and especially that her jar of weed was on the counter in the open, it made the matter even more serious. But when the individual spoke, he commented on the fact that it was some good smelling stuff, and that there was a blatant obscene remark that was suddenly shouted out. Is... he directing that toward me? Didn't sound like it. Taken aback by his sudden sentence break, Vesasia merely blinked, and wondered if the weed she had really was good shit to where she was also hearing things too. Apparently though what the male coyote said was real. "B-Blueberry Yum Yum."
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