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Talitha de le Poer · 01-25-2011, 01:54 AM

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434 words. Set around 8-9AM, January 25th (today). For Kesho Maisha, but left AW to Inferni members simply for the amusement factor.

"When the sun rises, the kids will play."

The cinnamon-hued de le Poer laughed at her silent musing, reaching down to pull the torn cotton top from the floor beside her rundown bed. It was a pathetic piece of clothing, really, covered in patches of mud and blood with rips and worn material. No matter how frequently she washed it, it remained stained with the imagery of her recent disappearance. As Talitha's crimson eyes cast a solemn gaze over the grime, her confidence faltered; such poor memories were lodged in the fabric. But all of those memories could be doused with a bit of care, and a lot of whiskey.

She pulled the time-worn tank top over her head and made way to follow suit with her skirt, tugging it up over her tail to belt it securely with a strip of black. Sleeping naked was far more comfortable than sleeping with restricting fabrics against her body. With her clothes replaced for the morning, she just needed one last thing: the bottle of liquor that was sitting on the beated-up table in the corner. A gleeful smile crept over the lips of the Inferni woman as her fingers wrapped around the bottle's neck in a delicate movement. Lucky for her, the bottle was half-full. After all, she couldn't start her daily party without it.

A trilling laugh escaped her as she found the door of her bedroom, crossing the hall to the stairwell with an ease of motion given to her at birth; graceful Optime steps took her from the stairwell to the entertaining hall, and from there it was a straight shot through the center wing and lobby to reach the covered porch they had out front. That was where she liked to sit, taking in the sunlight without stepping into the snow on cold days. It only took one movement and she was sitting, stretching her legs out in front of her while bringing the mouth of the bottle to her lips. The liquor burned as it went down, bringing false tears to her crimson eyes as they gazed out over the grounds with a vague sense of pride and joy in her place upon the Inferni lands.

Within Talitha's mind, she was a queen who deserved her palace. Inferni served just that, and her mind entertained the idea as she continued the occasional sips of whiskey, slowly falling to rest on her side; her chestnut locks spread out about her muzzled face in a halo of silken fur. It was a good day, and she hoped it would stay that way.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-27-2011, 02:20 AM

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I really liked your post! Mine is a bit ramble-y at the end, sorry! Lol. Also, teeeeny bit of PP, hope it's okay. WC: 1094

Kesho had risen with the sun, as always, dragging his old body out of one of those dusty, abandoned caves in the center of Inferni. Some of his favorite places where here, in these winding, earthy tunnels and trenches. This was where he had chosen to make his home. After all, Gabriel and Kaena were right around the corner. He hoped they didn't mind-- they hadn't seemed to; after all, he only hoped to stay close to them so that he might be near in the event of any danger. Nearby, too, was Hybrid.

He had slept in lupus form, but the morning was cold and he was feeling a bit sluggish, so he decided to make the rounds in Optime, carrying a crude bone knife he'd shaped the night before strapped about his arm and the tattered, blood red scarf around his neck. The small amount of hair on the top of his head was matted and dirty; his fingernails weren't in much better shape, but even still, he ran those fingers through his hair in a vague attempt to take care of his appearance. Splashing some water from a nearby puddle onto his face, he cleared his eyes of the grit from the night, washing away some of his stress with the new day.

At first, he hadn't decided where he'd wanted to direct his feet, but after mulling about he decided he'd been keeping those borders in quite good check, and deserved to romp around the Forest of Nod, and maybe swing by D'Neville Mansion while he was there. After all, he hadn't really explored the place too much; though he did know that Halo lived there, and the chance to see her was worth the trip. Their meetings had always been mutually prosperous, he thought.

The warm glow of the day spread as he traveled, enjoying the opportunity to stretch his legs so early. It felt good to bask in the sunlight as he walked; the cold was quite bitter without it. Kesho knew that the forest was no welcome home for the sun, and braced himself for the temperature change as he neared. His bones didn't like the cold; his body only tolerated it because he had no other choice, really. He wouldn't leave this place, that was certain. It was a very nice, simple, and beautiful day out; for once, Kesho was in quite a good mood, and he hoped that this wouldn't change. His recent encounter with that Cotl brute had been less than positive, and so he hoped to avoid another such meeting; especially with another clansman. Or clanswoman.

He approached the Mansion without great concern or flair; simply hoping to make his own day more interesting, and maybe run into someone or something that could take up his fluid time. Red eyes scoured the face of the building, rounding it's far corner and aiming for the porch. That run down wooden porch that somehow still held beauty.

Immediately, he noticed a figure sitting there. Though there were no chairs, it appeared to be a fine resting place, for the girl sat contentedly there, basking in the warmth of the sunlight, peeking in at just the right angle to heat up that spot just perfectly. Kesho climbed up the few steps to the porch, it's aging, fragile framework creaking under his mediocre weight. At the top of them, he stopped, staring into the eyes of a girl he knew. A girl he'd just met, actually.

"Talitha," he said, a bit surprised. "Getting settled in already, I see."

The woman seemed perfectly happy perched there, able to look out at the world. And in her hand, a goblet-- no, it was better. She held a bottle of liquor in her hand; half-empty, but still looking plenty appetizing. His eyebrows raised as those crimson eyes fell on it. Kesho was not a frequent drinker; no, he tended to stay away from it, having had some...not so fond experiences in the past. However, the day had put him in good spirits, so he figured, Why not indulge a bit? He grinned and stepped over to her casually, not nearly as seemingly hostile as he'd been the first day. Why did he trust her already? Maybe it was because she was family-- not his family, but family nonetheless. Whatever the reason, he was comfortable enough to be himself with her.

Jokingly, he took the bottle from her hand and raised it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He didn't know much about liquor, but he did know that it's scent generally determined it's strength, and this stuff smelled quite strong. He glanced down at her with a grin, hoping that she did not mistake his strangely playful jesting as disrespect or anything else.

"Do you mind sharing a bit?" he asked in a friendly tone, motioning with the bottle. "It's been a while since my last drink."

The old man waited for her approval and took a healthy swig, letting the liquid sit in his mouth for just a moment before swallowing, savoring that warm, burning feeling that traveled to every part of his body. With a slight shiver and chuckle he handed the bottle back to her.

"Good stuff." he said with a nod.

He wondered vaguely what she was doing out here, drinking alone so early in the morning, but the question would not leave his head. After all, the old man had some sense of decency, if very infrequently, and with randomly selected participants. Here sat a woman who deserved his respect; he could not tell you his reasons, except perhaps for the fact that her presence was quite commanding. Maybe it was those de le Poer genes, or the Lykoi in her that got his interest piqued. Whatever the reason, though, it was quite obvious-- though perhaps only to others-- that he behaved himself more around certain pack mates. Hybrid and Halo were two of them. So far, Itzal had gotten on his nerves and Sepirah was pushing it. He wasn't even going to think about Cotl again. What fun that was, he though with a good dose of sarcasm.

Crimson eyes watched the woman carefully; he would not underestimate her, and certainly did not know her personality well enough yet to make any more assumptions than he already had.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-27-2011, 09:05 AM

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379wc. I don't mind. <3 YOU LEFT ME WITH A GIANT POST. ;~; But ilu.

She watched small winter mammals dart across what would have been a lawn in warmer seasons, ruby red eyes casting adoring sight over the land that was, by blood, hers. And she belonged to it, a Mogotsi and a Massacre, a Lykoi princess and a de le Poer queen. Her blood was as mottled as the coat she wore, but built up with such beautiful lineage. Almost beautiful lineage. While her father was her everything, he gave her and her brother vile genetics, filthy blood. Wolf blood.

But the booze made it go away, and it wasn't long before she had company on the rickety porch. Kesho Maisha. The male who had greeted her at the border, seeming so frustrated with her appearance. As he should have been; kindness to strangers who hadn't proved their worth was a sin in the crimson Massacre eyes of Talitha. And just because he had been so vigilant in caring for the borders of the lands, she felt comfortable with his presence.

The steps creaked under his weight as he ascended to the porch, staring in her direction; she smiled a faint smile from where she lay, greeting him silently. He spoke and she listened, giving a nod of agreement. She was settled, she was happy, she was comfortable. She didn't retract when he came near, or when he retrieved the half-full bottle from her hand, the amber liquor sloshing around inside of it. She watched as he raised it to his nose for a smell; probably a bad idea.

Carefully, she shifted and pushed herself from the splintering wood that stretched out beneath her underweight frame, sitting back up to offer the older male a place to rest. "I don't mind at all. Help yourself," she crooned, a sultry overhang clinging on each word. She'd had more than enough of it to suffice, intoxicated but not drunk. He took a good swig, savored it for a moment, and handed the glass container back. "Good stuff."

It was, she agreed with a simple nod, followed by a toss of her vaguely waved locks. Gently, she patted the porch to the side of her. The meaning was easy: Sit. It was better to drink with friends, after all, and Kesho could be a friend.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-29-2011, 02:57 AM

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<3 Here's a shorty. Big Grin It also kinda sucks sorry. ; ; WC: 376

It was quite unlike Kesho to be so friendly with another person so soon after meeting them, but there he was, drinking and talking with this girl already. Maybe he would blame his cheerful mood, or the pleasantness of the day. Maybe it was just the fact that he really needed to make more friends; the old man didn't really have too many people to talk to. Though it was also true that he didn't often feel the need to talk. Today, however, he was feeling cordial, friendly, and even talkative. It felt good, it really need. The Hastati needed more days like this, simply basking in the warmth of the sun's rays and enjoying this place that he called home, but whose scenery he did not often stop to appreciate.

"I don't mind at all. Help yourself," Talitha said, the words simply melting from her mouth.

He nodded in appreciation as the liquid's warmth spread through his body. With it came even more of that cloudy happiness. The girl was pleased to share, it seemed, as though she'd only been waiting for someone to share it with. The man's eyes glanced briefly towards the skyline, taking note of the position of the sun. It was still quite early in the day to be drinking, he thought; but didn't he deserve a day off here and there? Of course I do, the man replied firmly to himself. If he couldn't allow himself to indulge, who else would?

The Lykoi woman lifted a gentle hand and patted the dusty floor beside her. With a single glance, he understood, and moved to join her down there. The cold weather and early morning, though, made it difficult for him to move as quickly as he normally might.

"So," he said, as he lowered his body slowly to sit beside her, an easy tone on his lips. "what's your story?" the man muttered, simply curiously, as he settled his limbs along the floor, making himself comfortable against the wooden structure. "Do you often drink alone so early, or was today special?" he asked with a smirk, casually reaching his hand out towards her in a vague motion, in hopes of getting another delicious mouthful of that golden drink.

Talitha de le Poer · 01-29-2011, 08:01 AM

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While her mind wandered thoughts of her father, the beginning and the end to all of her days, her ruby eyes focused on the russet hues of Kesho Maisha's fur. He was different from her and Gabriel, more a coyote than anything. If he was anything else at all. She was jealous, deep down; she would never be so clean of sin, of the volatile wolf blood that ran swiftly through each small vein. She stood on the Inferni lands bearing heritage that was simply so, so wrong. She tried to place blame, but she couldn't. It certainly wasn't Gabriel's fault that he had been born of a monstrosity, or Kaena's, for Talitha understood the basis for more primal desires. Even with wolves.

But this was a coyote who stood before her, and it was pleasing to know at least one elder remained whole. Her smile remained atop her black-furred lips, willing to share her drink with the Hastati. He was family, bred of Inferni as much as she was, even if his lineage was not the same. As she patted the time-worn porch, he approached and sat, pressing into conversation with an easy voice.

"What's your story?"

An eyebrow quirked on the face of the woman. Her story? Her story was far from pleasant. But his words took another turn: Did she often drink so early? A gentle laugh filtered into the air, emanating from the Lykoi's smiling mouth. "I do just drink alone so very early. But today could be special too," she mused. Her grinning eyes landed on him once again, offering the bottle back as she voiced her own query: "And what about you? Do you often drink so early?"

If he said no, she was sure he would gain some more respect for himself. After all, she drank to keep the ghosts at bay, and those who were not so weak as to fear history deserved more from her.

Kesho Maisha · 02-02-2011, 01:34 AM

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Sorry for the wait! <3 WC: 524

It seemed that he had taken her a bit off guard with his question, as a single eyebrow was quirked somewhat warily. But at his next words, she seemed to relax; she even laughed. The old man smirked a response as she detailed her drinking habits.

"I do just drink alone so very early. But today could be special too," she said coyly, that Lykoi seduction and charm simply seeping out of her pores.

With a grin and a fairly sheepish laugh for such an old man, he replied, his voice rough but not unkind. "Oh? I'm surprised you drink alone," he said, blatantly observing her beauty-- such attractive blood. Perhaps because she was female, and not his leader, it was easier for him to look past her genetics. He saw more coyote and dog in her, anyway; that handsome ebony and roan pelt could not be looked past.

He was not displeased with the turn the conversation had taken; originally his words had been intended for a more serious take on the girl's life. Kesho supposed, though, that now was not a time that required such formality and substance. As crusty as he might be, he could still appreciate a good moment or two spent simply chatting. In fact, it was probably something he should do more often. He felt some sort of lift in his moods that couldn't have been attributed to much else, and took it as a positive sign. After all, everyone needed a softer side, right? Well, not really, no... He though briefly of Hybrid, though that man had his own...other side.

Then, snapping him out of his thoughts, Talitha's voice rang out in a question responding to his own: "And what about you? Do you often drink so early?"

The man took the bottle from her, giving a small nod of thanks before taking a swig, large grin pushing it's way out at her question, challenging him to keep the liquid from spilling out. He quickly swallowed, the burn so very welcome, with a shake of his head. He certainly did not drink this early, nor very often. Several blackouts and incredibly violent streaks involving alcohol had kept him distanced from the drink for years. But that wasn't to say he wouldn't still sometimes indulge.

"No, no..." he said, humbly, glancing down at the bottle. "I don't actually drink much at all." With a brief glance to the horizon, the sun having risen above them, he turned to her. "I had some...issues with it when I was younger. I prefer to keep my drinking infrequent." Though he added, with a smile, "Let this be one of those occasions." The old Hastati tilted the bottle towards her, as if in cheers, then took another quick swig before passing it back.

He stared out at the treeline, watching as the creatures of the forest mingled amongst the foliage. Nothing interesting enough to hunt; he wasn't hungry anyways. For once he was quite content to have a day off; to mingle, to relax. He was relaxed.

"It's nice to do this, for once. To do... nothing." he laughed a bit, feeling slightly odd and childish, though he didn't really care at all.

Talitha de le Poer · 02-02-2011, 05:43 PM

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3+ Slight PP as far as her taking his arm, which I apologize for beforehand; obviously I can change it or whatnot...

The smirk that came to Kesho's maw simply brought a bigger smile to the cream-furred muzzle of the younger woman. Company was good, and amiable company was better. He was proving the latter. A good change from her solitude. She did simply drink alone, she confided, and so very early. Starting, often times, as soon as she awoke with the sun. As she took the time to listen, crimson eyes studying his face, her ears took notice of his voice. It was rough, but not cruel and, in fact, it was quite enjoyable. Her pierced ear flicked subtly against her head, watching him with a sultry grin.

"Oh? I'm surprised you drink alone." His words were flattering, boosting her fairly sloshed ego higher up onto its platform; the new level of confidence caused her to brush her hair back, preening just slightly. Her posture changed in subtle movements, her shoulders pushed back to straighten her back while her chest was pushed forward ever so slightly. Watching him take another drink from the bottle, she began to twist locks of her waved chestnut hair about one of her chocolate-furred fingers.

Her own question mirrored his, asking if he had a penchant for drinking by himself so early in the daytime; he didn't drink, really. Issues in his past kept the desire from rising up. But he seemed glad enough to partake in her hobby, raising the bottle as if to say 'cheers' before downing another swig. She gripped the neck as it was passed back, raising it to her muzzle without actually taking a drink. Her eyes appeared thoughtful, watching him watch the trees. He seemed so relaxed.

She sidled up to him, leaning against his shoulder and pushing her arm between his bicep and his chest, letting her fingers dance along his forearm with gentle strokes. "It's nice to do this, for once. To do nothing." He was right, and it made her laugh softly. "I don't often like to do nothing. Nothing brings back painful history. But your company seems to have chased it all away, so I can feel confident in agreeing," she said, tilting her head to gaze toward his face. Her tail thudded softly against the worn porch, finally sipping from the bottle and letting the amber liquid seep down her throat.

Kesho Maisha · 02-02-2011, 10:07 PM

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WC: 460

The old man watched, bemused, as the girl tousled her hair gently. He was unsure whether this was a flirting gesture, or simply a subconscious act. That didn't stop him from appreciating it, though, and those trained warrior's eyes followed each subtle motion with fuzzy interest. Aging crimson eyes could not help but take brief interest as the woman's breasts were brought to his attention, whether an intentional act or not. So as not to be seen as crude, his eyes were quickly averted, staring out at the landscape lazily once more.

Though he hadn't had much, that warm, comfortable feeling that came with the alcohol had already settled over him, wrapping his mind in a cocoon and padding his thoughts. His body, too, moved a bit sluggishly-- even more so than normal in this cold weather. Still, the slight heat of the sun was shining down on them, and it was all he could do to keep himself from drifting off and napping on this lovely day.

Clearly, the drink was messing with him. On any regular day he would have been out, stalking the borders with devilish intent, just hoping to find some worthless beast who was ignorant enough to come close to their land. Today, however, had morphed into something much more calm, much less urgent, and for once he wouldn't object.

The girl must have felt comfortable with him, because she scooted closer, even resting her head on his shoulder, her arm interlocked with his own. Of course he wouldn't pull away, although he was a bit taken aback. The old Hastati glanced down at her, instinctively stretching his fingers out, turning his palm over so that she might stroke it as well. It wasn't often that he was touched, especially so gently. The last time anyone had touched him, it was not gentle or innocent. He wasn't sure whether to take this as anything sexual, and so he didn't. Immediately at the thought, he saw Gabriel's face, angry and out for blood, in his mind. Definitely not something he would want to deal with, and so he would not make any moves. This was the very simple act of enjoying someone else's company. Nothing was wrong with that, right?

"I don't often like to do nothing. Nothing brings back painful history. But your company seems to have chased it all away, so I can feel confident in agreeing," she said, looking up at him, her tail happily thudding against the dilapidated porch.

He smiled gently, his eyes cast down to catch her gaze. A shame that such a pretty, young girl could already have a painful history. Then again, his life wasn't so different. He didn't want to ruin whatever sort of moment they were having, so he declined to reply, and instead relaxed his body into hers without another thought.

Talitha de le Poer · 02-02-2011, 11:30 PM

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Though usually uncomfortable with such displays, Talitha enjoyed having the old crimson eyes on her as she moved, finding a comfortable place on the porch. It wasn't as difficult as one might expect, letting her body relax against the fur of the older man, allowing her arm to wrap around his, caressing his forearm with her fingers ever so gently. He turned his hand over, stretching the fingers out, and she moved her fingers to his palm; silently, she traced his fingers with delicate claws. Perhaps it was inappropriate, but in the moment she didn't care. Kesho Maisha was a male, and he was company, and he hadn't turned her away. Though it was uncommon for her to be turned away at all, she always expected such things.

But he smiled and looked down to her gaze and her heart fluttered just a bit at the attention she was receiving. She didn't need any permanent man as she had Gabriel, though he was her father and not a mate, but she still wondered on the allure of having someone so important. It was dangerous, as proved by the Dahlian wars. Such close ties brought hurt without the need of physical contact.

Silently, she wondered about the man who sat beside her, relaxing into her as she relaxed into him. He was still very much a stranger, though he had been the first one seen upon her return. Her hand fell into his comfortably and she let her fingers find their places between his own, taking another sip from the bottle held in her other palm. "Tell me about yourself, dear one." The phrase held little meaning, tacked onto the end of the sentence simply because it was; she was not one to speak the names of others, for fear that Shadows would carry the information away from the Inferni lands and to the ears of enemies.

Kesho Maisha · 02-06-2011, 11:59 PM

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Short and sucky! Derp! Sorry. :X <333 WC: 328

He was, for once, at ease. The older man did not concern himself now with anything but this. Although he reserved some small amount of attention for his surroundings in case any problems arose, the drink had the ability to let him relax and enjoy a moment. Grateful for this, and for the attention he was receiving from such a young, lovely woman, he did not and would not object to her affections-- even if they were temporary and drug-induced.

Kesho could not remember the last time he'd been touched affectionately by a woman. Truthfully, the last mention of any sort of sexual contact in his history before his return was when he'd been infected by the virus. That had been a strange encounter, and it hadn't been incredibly sensual or romantic, either. With an inward grumble, the old man dismissed these troubling thoughts to focus his attentions back to Talitha, who now spoke to him once more.

"Tell me about yourself, dear one." she said, as she took another good swig from the bottle, which was growing emptier by the second.

"Well, lovely," he began honestly, taking a quick, thirsty sip from the drink, "what would you like to know?" The man lifted his hand a bit, requesting the bottle once more, before it was finished. "I have plenty of stories to share, although you might be bored by them." He did not find his past incredibly entertaining, and so figured that other people wouldn't, either. After all, the details were unimportant in the long run, right?

Kesho leaned his head back to stare up at the halfway destroyed roof of the mansion, the sun's rays just barely coming through the cracked and broken wooden beams. With a sigh he leveled his face once again and glanced down briefly at the royalty snuggling up next to him. Either he was a lucky man, or she was too drunk to notice his hardened demeanor and aging, graying face.

Talitha de le Poer · 02-07-2011, 01:50 AM

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Oh, pshaw. Your posts are awesome even when they enter the Derplight Zone. <3 WC. 393

The cold was chased away by more than just the liquor she was consuming like candies. She hadn't realized just how warm the aging man was, or how firm his body felt, or how nice he smelled in the midday winter air. But she realized then. Her crimson eyes studied his chest, and his hands, and turned to his face with subtle curiosity. It didn't cross her mind that he only seemed so desirable due to the inebriation.

“Well, lovely,” he started, lifting his hand as if to request the bottle from her. She hefted it once, realizing it was running out; did she have more in her room? She couldn't be sure. Reluctant to let go of the last drops, she handed the near-empty decanter to her companion of the moment, ears perking forward as he spoke. She appeared interested, even if the old man believed he wasn't worth listening to.

"I think I won't be bored," she crooned, her fingers dancing over the muscles in Kesho's arm. It was a fragile gesture, meant to be enticing, trying to pull the information she wanted from him. "And I want to know everything. When did you first come here, to Inferni? Before I was born, I'm sure." While she spoke, her eyes turned down to watch her slender fingers as they combed through his fur. In truth, she wondered what Kesho did during the Dahlian war. Was he there when Haku destroyed her family? Did Kesho serve Inferni while her mother fled with her children? Was he there when she was lost to the shores of Dahlia de Mai?

Her mood darkened, a shadow falling over her features in a way that gave her the same expression that her father often wore. While she was proud to be his only daughter, his princess, she hated that they looked so similar. It had left her vulnerable to enemies, so clear that she was progeny of Gabriel de le Poer. Unlike Ezekiel, she had been too bullheaded to stay away.

Almost as quickly as the shadow fell, it lifted and a smile returned to the cream-furred muzzle of the coy-mutt princess. The day was too early to think of unpleasant things. She wasn't nearly drunk enough, and by the time she was, she hoped to be doing something else to distract her mind.

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Kesho Maisha · 02-10-2011, 12:23 AM

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Deeeerrrrp! Big Grin WC: 575

Kesho took a quick swig from the near-emptied bottle, leaving half of its remains for Talitha and handing it back to her with a grateful nod.

"I think I won't be bored," she said in a sweet coo, her soft fingers caressing his arm gently.

Was she seducing him? Kesho couldn't be sure, and was a bit wary of this thought. So, he tried to push it aside and take the gesture as a friendly thing, although his body couldn't help but respond. The man's heartbeat quickened slightly, but only briefly, and his skin became slightly more warm. Whether from alcohol or arousal, he wasn't sure.

"And I want to know everything. When did you first come here, to Inferni? Before I was born, I'm sure." she said, tacking on some vague comment about his age.

He grinned, though did not take offense to the statement, for it clearly wasn't meant to harm. He had certainly seen many years, after all. And how they had taken their toll. A grim facade was plastered over his face for a moment, those crimson eyes staring blindly ahead of him, entranced by his own thoughts and memories.

The old man didn't particularly like talking about his past; in fact, he avoided it if at all possible. However, this girl had captivated him, and so he thought he might repay her with a story or two. With a sigh, he sat up a bit straighter, clearing his throat(although it never helped his gruff voice to sound any more pleasant).

"You'd be right to assume that." he began, glancing down at her. Was this considered pedophilia? Kesho tried not to think about it. After all, he hadn't done anything yet.

With a deep breath that could be assumed to be indicative of the story he was about to tell, the rust-colored coyote spoke. "I came to Inferni when I was a little more than a year old... I met Kaena on Hell's Coast, to the north. It's destroyed, for now. I loved the clan, and never wanted to leave. But, you see, I had... a sort of romance with a woman; Zarah was her name." at this word he couldn't help but pause and reflect. Had he never become involved, he might have stayed. "She uh... was murdered. By some bitch wolf." he growled angrily, his eyes flashing with hatred briefly. He couldn't keep it up in such good company, though, and took a moment to breathe before continuing his story. "I left after that, and spent a few rugged years alone, just wandering. I didn't find whatever it was I thought I was looking for. So, I came back." he finished the sentence on a somewhat happy note, although his mind still lingered vaguely in that dark place. He couldn't help it, sometimes.

Kesho felt as though he might have been rambling, but didn't really care too much. After all, his mind felt more free than it had in ages-- though it was still unfortunately plagued by negativity. Crimson eyes glanced down at the woman resting in his arms, and he gave a quick smile and a shrug. While he hadn't told all of his story, he had told the parts that mattered the most. The girl should have felt lucky; ancient love affairs weren't things he often wanted to speak about.

"And what about you? Where have you been, until now?" he asked, smiling down at her as pleasantly as he was able to.

Talitha de le Poer · 02-10-2011, 12:42 AM

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She was prepared for a long story, a long tale of how he had lived with the pack for ages and defended them like she had tried to. It wasn't nearly so epic, but it was still quite interesting, and she listened with an intent gaze, finishing off the bottle he had handed back to her. A subtle smile touched her eyes as she studied him; he was a comrade, loyal to the coyote pack she had been born in.

He asked about her own story, and her breath halted in her chest. For years, she hadn't spoken of the horrors that had unfolded for her after Haku Soul had stolen her away from her family. Only her family knew, some aunts and her father and brother. Perhaps it had reached her grandmother's ears as well, but she knew it was a well-kept secret on her part. Still, he had graced her with his own tale and she wondered if he didn't deserve to hear the answer to his question.

Her body shifted, sitting more properly while still leaning against his older form. "I was born on Hell's Coast, across the mountains before they were burned. I remember the smoke and the flames, and that father lead us from them to this place," she started, rubbing a finger against the corner of one crimson eye.

"We were sent away, my brother and mother and me, when the war with Dahlia de Mai started, but I came back to help. Perhaps you weren't here when I did; I was very young." She paused to clear her throat, rubbing at her neck with a trembling hand. She wasn't sure what should be told and what he didn't care to know, but she kept on the path she had started. "I was taken by the war and hidden away on their disgusting, wolf-tainted lands," she spat. Clear hatred flew into the crimson irises that cast a glare over her own lands.

"And then the war was over, and father came with a Sadira woman to take me back, and I went home. And then I left again. I couldn't...I couldn't stay here, not when it made me think of him and the beach and what happened." Her voice lowered, fading away at the end of her tangent, not calling her uncle by his name. She fought back an urge to vomit as a familiar scent passed her nostrils. Just couldn't get enough of uncle Andre last time, could ya.

She fell blank, wiping her face of the emotions that had been present and turning her gaze back to the old Infernan with a vague smile. "My life has been very boring since then. I've come and gone, like a coward and a child." With a shake of her curly locks, she nestled against her drinking companion, searching for a comfort that she hadn't expected to need.

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Kesho Maisha · 02-18-2011, 11:07 PM

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Deeeerrrrp! Big Grin WC: 575

Kesho's graying eyebrows rose as she mentioned her birthplace: Hell's Coast. The very same coast which he'd found himself on 8 years earlier. Talitha spoke of the fire, of Gabriel leading Inferni into a new era, the strength and pride of the clan reborn. Kesho shook his head, almost sadly, as she asked, indirectly, whether he had been here during the war. The old man surely wished he had been. He longed to see some of that glory, some of that bloodlust again.

The girl's hatred of Dahlia de Mai became clear as she spoke of it, having been taken as a prisoner and forced to stay there. A low growl could not be stifled at this. The man could not hold back his own distaste for the wretched pack whose rivalry he almost relished now; it gave him some very small taste of what he desired.

Him, she said. Who is him?, the old man wondered, though declined to voice. Some things were kept hidden away on purpose, and if she did not want to share, he wouldn't force her. After all, there was some gentlemanly spirit inside the old coyote, however hidden it might most often be.

"I should have been here, during the war. I shouldn't have left," he said gruffly, eyes glancing away from her. He felt borderline traitorous, hearing these war stories, knowing that he could have helped.

"You aren't a coward... I came and went, too." As much as I regret it... he thought. "We aren't the only ones, either." he added, certain that even Kaena herself had retreated from Inferni at times. "The universe is unforgiving; things happen unexpectedly. What matters is that you're here, now."

Looking down at her, he said with a slight and somewhat out-of-place grin, he said, "If we had more alcohol, I'd toast to loyalty."

Talitha de le Poer · 02-20-2011, 05:01 PM

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He accepted her words more easily than she had expected him to. If she had been listening, she was sure she would have shunned the speaker, purely for the words about leaving. She was, in the simplest terms with the most basic view, a hypocrite. While she would have turned away anyone who cowered and fled, she remained so sure that she belonged there. She remained so, so sure that Inferni was meant for her. Gabriel had never denied it. He always welcomed her home. But Halo was right, on some level. She didn't belong. She didn't deserve the forgiveness, using Inferni like a disposable box she could sleep in when she missed familiar faces.

Kesho didn't offer judgment. Instead, he offered consolation. "You aren't a coward. I came and went too." They weren't the only ones who abandoned Inferni when it needed them. She could feel a burning tingle rise in her nose as she held back tears, wiping her crimson eyes against her arm carefully. Halo was right, he was right. The world was a queer place to live in. She tried to form words, but found her voice lost in her chest, hiding from the ability to make things better. He stepped up to make it easier. "I'd toast to loyalty."

She smiled, melancholy on her muzzle, and let out a soft laugh. "I might have more. In my bedroom, if you wanted to come up," she mumbled. The offer started as an offer for more liquor, but as the words left her mouth, she started to think other things. Comfort was found in different ways, and hers circled the drain with physical companionship. Things never seemed so bad when the fur and sweat and panting breaths got to her ears. Still, Kesho was old. Probably old enough to realistically have fathered children who fathered their own children by that point. As she stood, tail swishing to the side, she realized how silly it was to think she could just waltz into the idea of sleeping with him.

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Kesho Maisha · 03-06-2011, 09:33 PM

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Short, fail, etc! I suck, sorry. ; ;

The old Hydra felt strangely comfortable there, in Talitha's company. The tattered porch was an appropriate setting for their conversations, and the alcohol had taken an effect on his brain. Kesho's thoughts had slowed, but he felt warm and peaceful. For once, few thoughts rushed through his mind. For once, he was content to just sit. Or drink more. But the bottle was sadly empty.

The aging coyote's hopes were raised, for Talitha gave a soft laugh and said: "I might have more. In my bedroom, if you wanted to come up.

Kesho paused, glancing up at her with slightly raised eyebrows as she stood and began to walk away, tempting him to follow. Was she seducing him? He couldn't be sure; his mind was bleak and fuzzy, and what he might have seen as a come on was probably just a simple invitation for more liquor. Either way, he slowly rose to follow, giving a nod and an earnest "Yeah, sure, why not." Why not have more liquor? Why not spend more time with her? She seemed to enjoy his company, which was rare, and an opportunity to be relished.

As he stood, his balance faltered a bit, though he caught himself on the door frame. The old man chuckled softly to himself, realizing how silly he must look, considering how silly he felt. He wobbled slightly as he followed her, though he attempted to hide it.

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Despite the difference in age between the Lykoi and aging Maisha, Talitha's stress was abolished in his presence. A drinking partner, and now a confidant of sorts, she listened and watched and studied each movement and word. When the bottle ran empty, new possibilities started to form. Kesho wasn't so old that he was unattractive, and the maturing Lykoi had never turned down a chance to spend time with a male after drinking. She knew she had more somewhere in her room, and offered the option to her new friend, who paused before giving a nod of agreement. Her crimson gaze followed as he rose from his place on the porch, balance failing him for just a moment. She let out a melodious laugh, reaching her hand toward him to offer a more stable platform.

Her mind wrapped around how difficult it would be to seduce the older coyote, moving into the manor with careful and drunken steps. It hadn't dawned on her that their destination was up a set of stairs. From the display of poor balance Kesho had showed only moments before, she was unsure of his capabilities in performing such a feat. Still, they needed to get there. She lead the way, through rooms and to the eastern staircase where she started the ascension of the steps. It wasn't far from there before she found the bedroom; immediately, she went to the nightstand, falling to her knees to search under the bed. That was where she kept her liquor, hidden from others in the manor.

Russet fingers found a cold blue bottle, filled with something clear that made her nose burn. "Here. I found some more," she offered, standing and dusting her knees off with one hand. She sat on the worn-out mattress, twisting the top from the azure glass. The first sip was offered to the male, her ruby eyes watching with unrestrained emotion that bordered on want.

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Kesho Maisha · 03-15-2011, 12:20 AM

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I assume it's vodka? hurrr? WC: 443

The old, drunken coyote was not hesitant to let Talitha help him up the stairs. He realized his inebriation and embraced it, happily following her, only mildly crude thoughts swimming around in his mind. Kesho nearly tripped on a step near the top, but fell to the railing which creaked under his weight. The Hydra gave another hearty chuckle at this, all too amused at his own near self-injury. Managing to heave himself to the top step, he stumbled carelessly into the doorway, leaning on it embarrassingly for support. He felt silly, and somewhat immature being so intoxicated... His thoughts caught him, and he stared blankly at the ground for several moments before remembering where he was.

Crimson eyes glanced towards Talitha, who he found crouched on the floor on all fours. She faced away from him, and having such a surge of hormones, he couldn't help but let his gaze linger there, watching her nicely curved backside as she slid an arm under the bed to grab the bottle. Eyebrows raised, but his line of vision moved carelessly away from her as she stood once more.

"Here. I found some more," she said, settling nicely on the tattered bed and opening the bottle, russet-furred hand offering the first taste to him.

With a broad grin, he accepted the cold blue glass, red eyes drifting across the worn label, as if he could even read it. "Thank ya," he said as he raised the bottle towards her and, with a nod, plopped down next to her and took a thirsty swig of it. His eyes wrenched closed, the taste searing his tongue and throat immediately. This was definitely more stark and less flavoured than what they'd had earlier. Maybe you should've checked the color of it, you idiot. So he hadn't gone, after all. Now he'd begun slinging some stupidly bullying insults? Bael cackled, and Kesho rolled his eyes, sighing, forcing away those ridiculous thoughts and focusing again on his own drunkenness.

The old Hydra shifted on the bed, handing the bottle back to Talitha again. He realized what an odd situation this was for him, drunk and in a lady's bedroom so early in the day. Kesho couldn't manage to stifle another goofy cackle, leaning back to recline on the mattress. He rolled over to inspect the material, running worn hands over the surface of it, crimson eyes locked to blearily. "I don't think I've ever slept on one o' these..." he mumbled, closing his eyes and taking in a heavy, content breath of air. "It's nice. I like it."

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Taking another gulp of the much different alcohol, she took more notice that the orange-creme male had relaxed; his broad grin struck her as a handsome expression on his aging face, and managed to comfort her always inflamed nervous system, while his sudden shift reminded her that he was a living creature rather than some pretty image to stare at. Her crimson eyes, fashioned from the same ruby as her maternal family, watched Kesho while he examined the worn bed. In truth, it wasn't hers. She hadn't lived in that same room the time before; in fact, she wasn't sure if she'd lived in the mansion for any distinct period of time during her lifetime. It had simply been convenient for her during this cycle, her last and permanent return to the tainted Kingdom that sprawled around her. D'Neville was an easy fix to the problem of being homeless.

The matured male mumbled out words about having never slept on a mattress, and the Lykoi princess cocked one eyebrow upwards. Her assumption was that Kesho had simply never taken to the more humanized lifestyle of his surrounding beings; she'd seen it before, as Gabriel de le Poer preferred to wander in his birth form, but she had never understood the allure of a quadruped body. It didn't offer her the same capabilities as the bipedal figure she most commonly donned. With thumbs, she could paint and sketch and read her journal. With paws, she was incapable. But perhaps Kesho didn't need the same range of mobility that those who adopted a humanized body often enjoyed.

Without forethought, she leaned toward the sprawled body of the older male, resting her chest against his back. One delicate, five-fingered hand brushed across his arm, testing the muscles beneath the fur and flesh out of simple curiosity. Kesho was certainly still fit to protect the territory that depending on him; aesthetically, she appreciated the scars found dappled about his form, as they proved him to be a warrior. A familiar warmth flushed her chest, thoughts turning down the corridors of physical fulfillment. She pressed her cream-hued muzzle against his neck gently. "You're a rather handsome thing, aren't you," she murmured. The obvious blandishments in regards to his physical appearance flowed from her mouth naturally and smoothly, laced with sultry tones that were her trademark.

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Kesho Maisha · 03-25-2011, 11:29 PM

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Oh, now I guess he wants to take over... Tongue Derp. Short! D: WC: 275

He was drunk. The feeling was unforgettable, unmistakable. It felt good and bad, at the same time. The old coyote breathed in a heavy, content sigh, hardly remembering where he even was for the moment. As suddenly as he'd seemed to have found himself here, laying on this surprisingly comfortable mattress, Kesho felt the soft, warm and pleasantly squishy feeling of her breasts pressing firmly up against his back. It felt incredible, now, and he moved into her with his own body carefully.

"You're a rather handsome thing, aren't you," she cooed into his ear, causing the small hairs on it to rise in interest.

Talitha's gentle hands roamed his arms, her hot breath as she gave a soft nuzzle to his neck. Kesho's aging muscles tensed slightly beneath her thin fingers, his whole body following as he felt his blood rush southwards. The Hydra may have been old, but he wasn't dead down there yet.With a drunken smirk, the graying coyote rolled his body up into a seated, sideways position, dark red eyes looking down at her blearily, lust flushing over his face and chest. A single rough hand reached out to hold her cheek in his palm for a moment before trailing strong fingers over her lithe, curvy figure.

"You're too kind," he said gruffly, voice low and eyes roving her still-clothed body with an animalistic sort of hunger; a familiar feeling, but one that he had been missing for far too long.

In his drunken mind, there was nothing more captivating right then than her company, her voice, and her deliciously attractive body.

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