i found religion in the greeting card aisle

[Anathra Síle]

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I NEVER NOTICED
University

YOU WERE ILLEGAL

      Anathra woke silently, uncurling herself from Zacor's side and standing, the same muddy confusion striking her as it had the morning before. Right. The fire, and everything else that happened after it. That's why they were here, sleeping in this building that was still strange to her. And why they were sleeping practically on the floor, the almost flat mattress pad no substitute for the bed that they had had before. That would have to go soon, and they'd have to find a real bed to sleep on. She wrinkled her nose as she tiptoed towards a glass coffee table, the only other piece of furniture on the lower floor. Eventually they would move upstairs (and furnish it, as well), but the past two days had mostly been dedicated to settling back down and just...well, being alive. Girl scrawled a brief note to her sleeping friend, letting him know that she'd be at the University. They had passed it while finding their new home, and they still desperately needed furnishings. While she didn't want to travel far today, she hoped she could find some things for them there.

      Finding a new bag to put things in had been almost too easy. It was a shoulder bag, like the previous one had been; black with a faded red star. A few small paperback books stayed at the bottom of the bag, waiting to be investigated once she returned home. Ana strolled through the high-ceilinged library, running one claw across the spines of books as she looked over them. Most were in English, although there had been a section of books with titles she had not been able to figure out. Foreign languages that were strangers to her, not the Welsh that was native to her or the minimal German she had picked up. They were all interesting. It was a pity she couldn't take them all home.

      She set the half-filled bag on a table, abandoning it momentarily as she meandered over to an ivy-hidden window. The window underneath was cracked, but she peered through the small opening of plantlife anyway. It was all so new; and quiet. It would take forever to get used to it all again, but at least she had someone with her this time.

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[Samael Lykoi]

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        Nature had begun to reclaim this place as so many others, as though trying to erase the remnants of humanity beneath a layer of plant growth and dust. Twisting through windows and openings, covering the buildings with budding spring leaves and yellowed vines. Slipping through an open doorway, dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet, Samael entered one building. Pupils dilating, adjusting to the dark interior of the hallway he'd entered, the coyote crept through the shadows, alert to the presence of anything that might be sharing the darkness with him. This new place required assessment, and the prince felt himself suited to such a task, for the moment.
      Moving through another doorway, Lykoi found he could see again as sunlight filtered in through leaf encrusted windows, illuminating the room he'd entered. Books lined the walls on high shelves, bindings faded and dusty with time. But he gave these no notice, for a scent hung on the dry, dead air, more recent than that of souls that'd passed through long ago. Moving around the edge of one bookshelf, Samael leaned against the wood, smirking faintly as he regarded the blue-haired girl peering out through the glass. "'Ello poppet," he said into the silence, crossing his arms and running a claw along his bottom lip.

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[Anathra Síle]

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I NEVER

NOTICED
lolshort. you love me?
YOU WERE ILLEGAL
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      She half expected to see someone walk by, down on the faded and abandoned street below. Once it was probably littered with humans, students and their teachers alike. Now, the most common thing that passed these streets was expanding plant life. Maybe one day, since all the packs had traveled this way, this place would be more frequented. But not as much as it had been in the human years. Ana doubted ever place would be as populated as it had been so long ago; a time that she only read about in books and heard about in stories from others.
      och! The voice startled her out of her daydream, and she whirled around to face the speaker. A coyote with crimson eyes. Unique. Lips pulled up slightly in a smirk, and she eyed the other cautiously. 'Ello, She stepped back to put distance between the the two, muscles coiling before she spoke again. Actually, she wasn't quite sure what the hell to say. She hadn't seen a coyote in a long, long time.

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[Samael Lykoi]

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sorry for the wait and length. is it bad i forgot exactly what's supposed to happen between them? ;__;
        She turned around at his voice, the smirk gracing her lips belying the steps backward that she took away from him. She seemed nervous of his presence, or at least, unsure. Grin remained on his own lips as he silently continued to watch her, claw lingering on the edge of his lip. Finally, he turned away, reaching for a book on the shelf beside him and allowing the yellowed tome to fall open in his palm. "So much knowledge, it seems a waste," the prince said lightly, allowing crimson eyes to alight on the tiny printed letters. "Futile, really," he continued, stepping toward the she-wolf. "For what purpose did it serve? They're all dead now." He allowed to book to fall to the ground with a hollow thud in the silent library, pushing past the girl toward the window she'd been staring through. "What do you think?" coyote asked, turning his vision from the nature-graced glass toward the she-wolf, smiling in a way that might of been kind-hearted save the darkness in his eyes.

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