You can't take it with you.

Bangle Guffawri · 01-08-2011, 03:22 PM

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ooc: 1173 words. Bwahaha.

He was such an idiot. A fool, a joker, and downright stupid. The coywolf pushed past trees, angry at himself and at the world for what happened that afternoon by the pool. He was making a beeline back to Thornbury, his working mat and its loose materials tucked under his arm almost viciously. Bangle could not work that day, not for the life of him, despite how nice and pure the world outside looked. The traveling salesman could not take it anymore, he could not stand to work when the thoughts of orange and cream boggled his mind.

'Why did you ever do that? You are stupid,' he yelled to himself mentally. Spring was not going to get here fast enough, and Bangle felt tortured both inside and out. It could not wait any longer, his feet needed to move, and they not only needed to leave Thornbury, but all of Cercatori d'Arte. The coywolf's tail lashed behind him in irritation, pushing into the clearing towards his home. 'It's not even yours, you were only using it temporarily,' his mind convinced him. No one seemed to be around the small town when he approached the house with the large oak tree near it. The air was stale with tension, especially after the fight of a few pack members. He wasn't sure how Shawchert was doing, nor Orin nor Sky. For the moment, he did not care, the traveler was going to pack up and be on his way, out of everyone's hair. Without a single word of goodbye, just like he always did.

When he approached the house, Bangle paused. He glanced up at it, and narrowed his bright orange eyes at it. The roof and the right walls were patched up, with help from the large alpha - his friend. The male closed his eyes and shook his head, beads and bones rattling as he did so. 'Ya don't have any friends, th' only one you can trust is yerself.' His mind was playing tricks on him, but on that clear winter day, Bangle was willing to believe anything he told himself. How like a salesman, he was.

Furious steps were taken as he climbed the front porch, gray furred hand on the doorknob. His throat felt thick once again, and he hated that feeling, swallowing hard as if he was going to find something, or someone, in there that wasn't welcome. He turned it gently, hearing the click from the wall slide through, and Bangle let the door swing open. It was dark inside, and dust particles flew in the air when the sunshine flowed through the open doorway. The coywolf grumbled, still inwardly battling with the thoughts in his mind as he entered, leaving the door open behind him. He wasn't about to light a candle or get the fireplace going like he usually did, to make himself at home. No, this would be the final time he'd be in the comforting wooden shack.

And he began to pack, with more vigor than even he anticipated. Every time he opened his eyes, however, all he saw was bright orange hair, complimented with pure white fur. His fangs were bared, then, as he sifted through the materials he had planned to work with today and packed them in appropriate bags. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, not now or ever. The gypsy would always be a gypsy, with needs to fulfill and to be on his way again. But why wasn't it like that with her? His heart skipped beats, and something coursed through his body that he had never felt before. She was just another female, wasn't she? Couldn't he just have his way with her and get up and go?

'You fool, you've changed!' His manipulative mind would tell him. Confusion merely turned into anger for the Guffawri male, as he crammed several more things into pouches, belts, and containers. He didn't even feel like he was touching the ground, as his feet took long strides across the room of the household to snatch things from tables and from drawers. 'You're letting your heart do the talking, and that gets you in trouble.' It nearly hurt the coywolf for his brain telling him these things, but what else could he believe? Feelings only got in the way, especially in his life. Bangle wasn't allowed to feel these strange feelings, he was a traveler. And no one, not even a beautiful russet haired female, could take that away from him.

Everything was slowly lining the large table in the front room, as the coyote mix made his way up the stairs into the loft, where his bed was. When he made it to the top landing, he crossed the bed to the drawer that was next to it, caked with dust. Nothing was on it, but there was a treasure within its wooden depths. As angry as the merchant was, he told himself to calm down for this one thing, as he pulled open the drawer to reveal what he had been hiding all this time.

There was the glass rose, the only thing lying in the drawer by his bedside. It was a gift for the one who was constantly in his mind, making him feel what a gypsy was not supposed to feel. He pulled the treasure out carefully, and in the light that streamed through the dirt-caked window, Bangle held it up. It shone different colors in all directions, seeing clearly through it unlike the first time he discovered it. And the first time he discovered her. The craftsman had taken time out, without Skye's knowing, to extensively clean the glass rose, and to give it to her. 'Why else would you give her such a pretty thing, hm?' His mind told him, having, for lack of a better word, a mind of its own now. Still holding the rose up to the light, he closed his eyes, gently at first - before squeezing them shut. Bangle tried to squeeze his horrible thoughts away, but they came in waves. They were controlling him now, like a puppet.

The coywolf turned with the gift in hand and strode back downstairs, to where the rest of his things were. It didn't matter then if he gave her the stinking glass flower or not. It wasn't like it was special or anything. Despite his anger, however, he set the rose down on the small table to the right of the door, along the wall, and stared at it for a few seconds more. How the light was deceiving - even on the table the sun from the outside kissed the glass, displaying an array of colors along the shack's wooden floorboards. Again, he grumbled, and turned to the living room for more of his belongings. Packing wasn't new to the traveler, and it wasn't going to take him long to pack everything, hoist it over his shoulders along with the other burden he was carrying, and leave Cercatori forever.

Skye Collins · 01-08-2011, 04:35 PM

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sorry for shortness D:

Enough was enough.

Skye had spent at least two months since the surprising but refreshing kiss with Bangle trying to get him to talk to her again. He was avoiding her - why, she had absolutely no clue. It was like the kiss had awakened something in him, something that made it hard for him to see her or even say hi to her. In the past two months, whenever the female had seen Bangle, she had said hi to him or given him a smile or a nod. But she had never gotten anything in return other than a panicked glance and the sound of feet rushing away from her as fast as they could.

She didn't understand it. She got it if Bangle didn't want to go further with the relationship, if he just wanted it to end with the kiss and that's it. But she didn't understand why he had to be a coward about it and run away every time he saw the co-leader! It was ridiculous! She didn't understand why he couldn't just tell her, if that was it. And if it wasn't? All the more reason to tell her what was wrong, because she couldn't understand what was wrong at all.

She found herself at the foot of his door, which was ajar. Bangle was inside his house, rushing about, putting things in his pack...his pack? Why was Bangle packing up? She saw as his face contorted into one of rage and anger, although why, she couldn't tell. She had never seen him like this - it almost scared her. She took a step back, not sure if she wanted to confront him about why he was avoiding her anymore.

But the things he was doing were so strange, so out of place, that she stepped up again. "Bangle?" she said tentatively. "What...are you doing?"

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Bangle Guffawri · 01-08-2011, 08:15 PM

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ooc: 516 words.

All his life he had been running, and Bangle was only going to do it again. But these feelings that bubbled through him were strange, and he wasn't sure if he wanted them to linger. It was wrong, he was a gypsy, and would always be one! ... Right? 'Right,' that little voice in his head would say, nearly controlling the coywolf that very day. As he made his way to the living room, his legs felt as if they were on fire, commanding him to sit down for a moment.

He was going to leave. Bangle was going to do just as he had always done, without anyone ever having to know. He could only imagine the surprised look on each of their faces, crossing the home that was once his, with the new boards that Shaw helped him put on, and the decorations and start to his tree house in the big oak that he often stayed in. The male shook his head once, almost viciously, trying to get rid of these thoughts. They were no more than a memory, now, and yet something within him stirred, telling him that he didn't have to go.

But you do, it's too late now.' That voice pierced his mind, and made Bangle lean forward as he sat on the couch. He looked down at his hands, chiseled from the years of work that he put himself through. 'It's time to let these friendships go, and move on like you always do..' The voice said in a slithering tone, much like a snake's. There was turmoil going on within Bangle's brain, and he tried to shut all of his thoughts out as he buried his face, what was once so full of charisma, into his hands somberly.

That's when he heard that other voice, the one that spilled out like milk and honey from one's tongue, but still carried that flare that she was known for. He quickly sat back up, glancing at the doorway. When the coywolf registered who it was, though he had already known, he leaped up on his own two feet again, dust from the couch stirring in disturbance.

"What's it look like I'm doin'?" He said, harsh words spewing forth with inner emotions that were anything but. He beamed at her, looking at her perfectly white fur and hair brilliant in the sunshine as she stood in his doorway. He wasn't about to mention her intruding on his house, it wasn't even his to begin with. Lips pulled back in a snarl as he turned away from her, quickly fetching more things from tables and things strewn on the floor.

"What're yeh doin' 'ere, anyways?" The male asked, poison laced through his words. They hadn't seen each other in how many moons, now? Ever since that... that day? Now suddenly, she was barging in and asking him what he was doing. He was nearly furious, and the way he strode across from room to room and wall to wall, snatching things up as if they would fall anytime, expressed these emotions clearly.

Skye Collins · 01-17-2011, 01:28 PM

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Skye was taken aback as the man snarled at her, asking what it looked like he was doing. She didn't reply, but simply stared as he snarled at her once more and hastened to return throwing clothes and items into his satchel with an angry scowl on his face. She had no idea what just happened; why was Bangle so angry? It looked like he was running away, or moving, or leaving, or something...and he had mentioned that he was a gypsy before coming to Cercatori d'Arte....Was Bangle leaving?

His next words made her angry. "What am I doing here?" she asked incredulously. "First of all, you kiss me by the lakeside, and then disappear for two months!" she seethed. "I was coming to ask what was wrong, why you were ignoring me, and it's a good thing I did, isn't it?" Her tail was low and threatening, a snarl now poised on her face. Oh, she hated his tone of voice! It was as if she were a little puppy that was misbehaving, or followed him when he had specifically told her not to! She wasn't just an insolent pup, and she deserved a better answer than that!

"Second of all," she continued without letting him get a word in, "It's not like I just stormed into your house! It's not my fault your door is open and you're throwing things all over the place!"

After all, what if she had just been passing by, maybe to check up on Orin to see how things were going? Or what if she was going to go to one of the shops that was open nearby Bangle's house, and wasn't going to talk to him at all? It wasn't like she was barging in on his house, even though that was what she had been originally intending to do in the first place...she was barely on the first step of his home! And why was he talking to her like that? He was acting absolutely, positively, absurdly ridiculous! He was acting like the kiss by the lakeside was a punch instead of a thing of affection. If he didn't want to carry it any further, he just had to say that! He didn't have to be rude to her and run away without telling anyone!

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Bangle Guffawri · 01-18-2011, 12:23 PM

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ooc: 522 words. Yesssss.... let the hate flow through you! >

The traveling salesman continued to pack things and shoving them into leather bags or other containers. Normally he would have taken the time to properly pack things so that they all fit, but Bangle's mind was running faster than his own feet were carrying him. Despite the red headed female being at the door, the coywolf strode to the room in the back, though he never really kept anything here. It was merely a spare room, for anyone to be in. But for a moment he had to try and compose himself, though his mind had, well, a mind of its own now.

Just as he came back into the main area, he saw Skye with a certain fire in her face. Though they were a good distance apart, he could still see something burning there, something he had not seen before. But he shook it off, as the words she spit out at him made his large ears press back on his head, shutting his eyes tight and biting his tongue. He knew she was going to bring up that... that... 'incident', his mind said, finishing the thought for him. How could he ever make her understand that he came and went like this all the time? That kiss they briefly shared was merely a--

"Mistake," he mumbled, though Skye didn't even take a breath when she barked at him again. When she finished, bright orange eyes opened to look at her, standing on his front porch in the sunlight. Her hair sparkled, and her eyes vibrant, and her face was something he had never seen before. Then again, it wasn't like Bangle to get angry, either. Oh how this female brought the worst out in him. Emotions and thoughts he couldn't accept. 'And you won't accept them, either,' his mind hissed. Bangle looked at her, hands curling into fists subconsciously, waiting for just the right moment to say the things that his heart would not allow. "Tha' was a mistake," he hissed, in a voice that sounded like his brain speaking for him. For a moment his heart pounded in his chest, so that the coywolf could feel it, and he knew those words were not what he should have said.

But he let those words sink into the fiery female, as he turned on his heel and headed up the wooden stairs to the loft, where his bedroom was. Things still hung from the low ceiling, and he tore them off though he was careful with his own works of art. 'You fool,' his heart was talking now, if only briefly. 'Why can't you just accept that-' "No!" He barked aloud, trying to quiet his inner thoughts down. His lips were pulled back in a snarl, attempting to fight all the things that built up inside of him since he ditched Skye at the oasis. Black tipped tail lashed out behind him furiously, knowing his traveling instincts were right all along. He should have left the moment he got in too deep - but now... now he was sinking, and there was no way back up to the surface.

Skye Collins · 01-22-2011, 03:52 PM

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xDD wc: 556

It hurt so much.

It hurt with the fire of a thousand suns that Bangle said the kiss was a mistake. It wrenched at her heart, but Skye was strong - she knew that she had only known the man for a short while, and that it was alright...people made mistakes. But it did hurt. It hurt a lot. She wanted to ball up and cry, but she wouldn't let herself - at least, not in front of him. It hurt, yes, it hurt, but there were more important things than Skye's silly and inexperienced heart. She spoke.

"So it was a mistake," she said, her voice cracking a bit. "And you couldn't have grown the balls to tell me that?" Her words were harsh, she knew, but she wanted to make a point. Bangle was just prolonging the inevitable, she knew - it hurt. It hurt. But she knew. She knew that if she had met this man only a few months before, even if it did seem like a lifetime to her, it wouldn't work. A few months to a canine was much longer than a few months to a human - it was like a few years, actually. But in Skye's mind, she wasn't thinking rationally. She was trying to soothe herself, tell herself that it wasn't her, it was...it was...she didn't know what it was. But she had been stupid, unexceptionably and ridiculously stupid, to believe for one single instant she had been something special to Bangle.

She heard Bangle shout out a 'no!', and a snarl curled on his lips. His tail lashed back and forth, and Skye wondered what was wrong with the man. What was wrong? Why was he talking to himself? Or was he talking to her, telling her no, telling her to go away? Skye's ears flattened, and something else snuck into her mind. This man had done a lot of things, an infinite number of things, to make her angry like she was now! Skye was almost never angry. She was a mellow child. But now, now the anger flowed over her like too much water in a cup - it hurt, yes, the fact that she wasn't special to Bangle hurt, but he had acted like it was the biggest statement of his life. She would show him. And there were more things she had to tell him! Like how he had acted at the fight!

"And what about the fight, hmm?" she asked, her voice dangerously low and like a snarl. "Sky and Orin, both pregnant, fighting! They could have killed their children! They could have killed each other! And you just watched, like a moron! Doing nothing! Watching and grinning!"

Skye was fuming at this point. He had hidden from her, limping around like a sick dog, and yet he had grinned and watched the fight from his tree like a pathetic pansy. Orin and Sky could have hurt each other, could have killed their children! Who knew! Looking at their injuries and scars they inflicted on each other now, they could have already hurt one of themselves or children gravely! Skye's tail lashed and her teeth bared in a snarl at the man who had sat, lolloping, while his pack was in danger.

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