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Marika Russo · 09-12-2010, 03:57 PM

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The way Marika saw it, the best way to forget about your troubles was to make them forget about you. And the best way to get to that was to drown them in alcohol. It meant that although there would be a hangover to deal with in the morning, the sweet bitter acrid everything-in-one taste of booze would make her forget her troubles. However, drinking alone only lead to more misery and pain and if there was one thing that needed to be as far away from Marika as possible, it was misery and pain. But she couldn't engage Rurik in a drinking bout just yet, not as sudden as everything. So the grey wolfess turned to the only other family she knew of: Spyridon.

Moving towards Inferni territory carrying a bag of whisky bottles was nothing short of suicidal, especially as she carried no coyote blood in her veins. Still, visiting family wouldn't mean she would get mauled, surely? It wasn't like she wanted to waltz into the unfamiliar territory, because that would not go down well in any pack, of that much she was sure. But it was better than nothing, it was an opportunity to regain some control over her life and most of all, it was a chance to bond with family. Family. She let the word roll around in her head for a while, the gentle jingling of bottles in the bag a welcome background noise. Soon enough, she was nearing the familiar sights of the wolf skulls and the point where she had first met Spyridon.

Now, the waiting game began. Marika anxiously chewed on her lower lip, hoping that no Infernians found her before Spyridon did.

Talitha de le Poer · 09-16-2010, 08:09 AM

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Talitha was doing well of herself, she just had to have been. Even though there were some accounts of mornings and days that didn't seem to exist (due to the fact she was so drunk that she was blacked out or just remained sleeping her hangover away), she didn't believe Gabriel, her father and Aquila of Inferni, noticed in the least. Gabriel was busy with his own affairs, and Talitha with her own as well. Upon her rather small promotion in rank, it was huge with her. It was her first step into actually doing something useful with her life for once. Despite all the rough starts so far, so far (on some days) she was doing her duty to which her rank called. Making a name for herself, and making a difference. Finally. When there was a jingle that was all too familiar of bottles clinking noisily against one another, that noise was instantly tell-tale and one of the things that made her drop everything else and dash over to investigate.

Her unusually large ears could pick up bottles rubbing and jingling against each other from miles away, and when the sound of bottles was heard, usually that meant someone fetched some loot of alcohol or drink to be hoarded back. Just as to who would do such a thing? Her mind first traveled to Samael, the bony Lykoi she met upon a creamy shoreline not too long ago. Then again, the clinking noise of bottles seemed rather sloppy and too noisy for him to really make a scene of such, and going down the list of members she did know of Inferni, she couldn't figure out who else would make such a noise.

Shifted in Optime, her long legs carried her in swift strides to the border. With each stride taken her nose discerned that whoever was making the noise was an outsider of the pack, and most definitely the stench of wolf was worn upon them. With her stature tall (Talitha was a staggering six foot four in her Optime), shoulders back, ears up and forward, and puffing her chest out proudly as if she was the guardian of the borders herself, there was a low murmur of a rumbling growl that resounded in her throat. What wolf would be so daring as to come an earshot away from the borders, no less want to approach lands that were not too fond of them anyway? Crimson eyes glaring, she stopped upon the wolf at the borders, towering above her and crossing her arms. "What do you want, wolf?" Talitha demanded, her eyes actually catching sight at the collection of bottles first before glancing at the wolf (and noting the strange mismatching set of eyes; kind of freaky), but couldn't help to then stray right back down to the clutch of bottles that was in the wolf's possession.

Izaak · 09-24-2010, 04:13 AM

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Izaak was moving about Inferni in a fit of boredom. That wasn't unusual for him though. He found himself easily getting bored often. But he always found ways to alleviate it himself. This here certainly wasn't any different. His Unky Cotl wasn't about so it wasn't like he could bother him. He didn't see Sascha or his father around either. But he remembered something else from his first trip to Inferni that had attracted his attention. There were skulls at the border to play with. That was just what he had done the first time that he had made his way to Inferni. He had pulled the skulls down off their spikes and had them talking to each other. There was no reason the he couldn't go and do that again. It would be something to pass the time with. Plus there were so many there that he hadn't touched on them all so far. Who would really notice or care if he took down a few of them to mess around with? It wasn't like he had been scolded the first time that he had been caught doing so.

His steps became directed towards the borders with the thought in mind to play with the skulls for awhile. But when he got there he found two others there. Did they have the same idea as him? Were they there to play as well? His head took on a curious tilt as he watched the exchange. He wasn't near enough to hear what was being said but that didn't really bother him. Actually it took him a moment or so to recognize one of them. She had helped him to bring home Blitzen. Of course this bit excited him and cause him to forget all about the skulls. Instead he raced over to the female. Without thinking about it he reached over to try to grab Talitha's hand and hold it. "Baby sleeping." Which was why he wasn't currently bothering the reindeer or had it with him.

The boy then looked towards the other female. He didn't seem to realize that there was a sense of hostility present. He didn't realize that wolves and coyotes didn't get along. Actually he mistook wolves for being extra fluffy coyotes. "Hi. You play too?" The question left his mouth, the child seeming to remember his earlier desire and conviction, as he lifted up the opposite hand to point at the skulls. Yes, he just assumed that since he had it on his mind to do something that everyone else was planning on doing the same thing as well. And since he had learned that Talitha didn't speak German he resorted to broken English to converse in. Normally he would have gone with German first but he didn't want to leave Talitha out of the loop, not when she was someone that he recognized. Perhaps if he had been alone with the new female he would have tried to hold a conversation in German.

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