Half of me’s the gasoline
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Table by sie! <3
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For Bangle <3 if we could set this for like, the 7th, I’d be a happy camper :]


He had told Ever as he was closing the door to their home that he would be around the kingdom if she needed him, but in reality, he was getting the hell out of here. The male had been sticking around Cour des Miracles for far too long, and couldn’t bear it anymore. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with Ever, quite the contrary, but he just… wanted to get out for a while. He wanted nothing more than to talk to a stranger, or perhaps an old acquaintance… anyone outside of his home. Since the storm Ezra hadn’t really left the kingdom and he felt nothing but cabin fever. He stayed in the territory to make sure Ever was okay, considering her broken wrist, and she needed his help. But he just wanted some time for himself and not really give a damn about anyone else for a while. It was selfish, and the wolfdog felt bad, but quickly ignored his nagging conscious. Ever was fine. He needed his own time and he was sure Ever would understand. And if she didn’t, well, it would blow over eventually.

Ezra could smell the borders of the kingdom, and the secui kept on running. He hadn’t gone on a run for ages it seemed and the thought was incredibly enticing. At the borders, he stopped momentarily to make sure no one was there, and then started running again. The snow was melting finally, and the slush underneath his feet was revitalizing. It felt so damn good to finally be by himself, to do his own thing, to get away for a while. The snow slowly started fading away as he reached the thickest part of the forest. It got significantly darker in here as sunlight was being filtered through the trees, though it wasn’t as bad as it was in summer. After Ezra was sure he was miles away from home, he slowed to a trot when he got to a particularly fast creek that was being fed by the melting snow and had a long, refreshing drink.


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Gah, this is so late. You can kill me ;_; +3


It felt good to get out again. The former gypsy needed to travel again, even if it wasn't going to be far, and would soon return home. After all these moons, it was still strange to call anyplace "home", but he found it in Cercatori. As of recently, the merchant felt a little.. smothered. Not only by his mate, but everything the pack had been going through before and after the dreadful snowstorm. Not to mention, ever since Bangle had brought that fainting goat as a present to Skye, it felt as if she had been giving it more attention than the coywolf.

And so the multicolored figure was off, making any kind of excuse to simply be away from the pack for a few days. It was never difficult for the gypsy to part with them, and as he climbed the hill and away from the creative clan, that familiar, welcoming sensation of freedom overwhelmed him with a coming gust of wind. His jewelry rang out all around him, alerting predators that the coywolf had no desire to hunt down. Even as he entered the thick forests, where sunlight became dappled, the skulls that collided and the jewelry that chimed became mingled with the humming coming from the coywolf's throat.

As usual, there was no real destination for the dreadlock haired male. Maybe he would run into someone, or something, to banter and exchange goods with, or maybe not. Either way, if the gypsy couldn't be completely free, getting away was as good as anything. "Hum de doo.." the male said, among other audible humming, pausing as bat-like ears heard the sound of rushing water nearby. Turning, he made for the direction, picking up his feet a little more than usual; the cool, melting slush on the earth enticing him to take another step. The knickknacks strung on the coywolf's back began to make a myriad of noises among the thick forest, coupled with even louder humming.

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Not if you kill me first 8D.

While Ezra was running, he hadn’t paid attention to the sounds of the forest. It used to be so overwhelming, but during the winter the snow had turned the woods into silent beings. On the male’s first run of the spring, however, he noticed it had gotten loud since his last excursion out here. His seaside home had a constant roaring from the sea that made the Marquis forget how hauntingly still the forest could get at times. But today, the realization that the forest was alive was never more apparent. Birds were rejoicing, frogs were finally croaking, and the first insects were determined to make as much noise as possible. Ebony ears twitched back and forth, taking it all in as he drank, heartily enjoying this area. However, one thing didn’t sit right with him. An unfamiliar noise rang out behind him, one that confused the Rosen. Brows furrowed, the male whipped around to investigate what exactly was disturbing the peace.

Ezra instantly spotted the source of the noise, a figure a good distance away. It was clearly a coyote who smelled of a pack foreign to him, but the stranger definitely didn’t seem menacing or a danger to Ezra. Once he realized there was clearly no danger, the wolf-husky let out a quick, friendly bark to announce his presence. Ezra wasn’t entirely sure what the stranger was doing, or why he was making so much noise, but he decided it was worth checking out. “Hello?” Ezra asked, ears alert, bicolored eyes taking in the odd new arrival in front of him.

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Crap post ;x. And shh, wolves can whistle.. If Looney Tunes can do it, by god so can we. >_>;


There was no real reason for the craftsman's humming, nor the occasional whistling that followed. Perhaps he found himself truly elated to be away from his problems for a while - though he wished they could last forever. Skulls clunked and jewelry clinked all around the wandering merchant, though it did not drown out the faint words that came from up ahead. Bangle froze in place, large ears pointing forwards. Was he just hearing things? Or..


Taking a few more steps, he emerged before the river, and the stranger who met him eye to eye a few feet away. The craftsman muzzle spread wide into a grin, unknowing whether this male wanted company or was even friendly. Bangle would find out soon enough, however, as he took a few steps in the male's direction. "'Elo there, friend! What brings ya out 'ere?" He didn't wait for a response, of course, his arm sticking out for the other man to shake. "Name's Bangle, friend."


Finally, there was a new face to be familiar with, who did not smell as if he was from around. This only excited the coywolf more, his tail wagging a couple times eagerly. Whoever this man was, the multicolored coywolf was led to him somehow, and Bangle took it upon himself to become acquainted with a total stranger whether the other cared for it or not.
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tee hee. Bangle is all kinds of adorable :3. I’m also assuming he’s in optime, but if he’s not , shoot me a pm and I’ll fix it ^^; And Ezra has very little experience with werewolves so he’s always a little confused by them XD.

The stranger who introduced himself as Bangle didn’t look like a threat, but he did seem… peculiar. Ezra’s brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out what this man was all about. The hybrid offered a bulky paw to shake, looking at the interaction curiously. The secui paw was odd looking compared to the slender, human-like paw of the stranger before him. “I’m… Ezra, from the Court,” he said pleasantly despite the hint of confusion still lingering in his voice.

“I just felt like a run, to get a bit of space from my girl and get a bit of fresh air. Been cooped up in the house all winter,” He was sure that the man before him could relate about the caged feeling; he was sure everyone felt that after a long, hard winter like the one they had just experienced. It felt like it had lasted for a century. Now that the air was crisp and the flowers were starting to grow back, Ezra wanted nothing more than to get completely immersed in the spring time. Ezra offered the newcomer a genuine smile, in the mood to have a chat with someone new.

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Yuss, he's almost always in Optime, sorry that I never specified XD. +3


Bangle hadn't run into many who liked to hang around in their secui form, but already the craftsman could see how large the other male was in comparison to the coywolf himself. The black and white male seemed a little off-put by the craftsman's rather nosy greeting, but any hopes that this secui had of being alone with his thoughts could now be dismissed. Wide ears swiveled atop his head in confusion, wiggling his eyebrows as the stranger introduced himself and his origin. "Th' Court..? Sounds fancy. Yeh a prince or som'n?" A grin followed his remark. The former traveler wasn't aware of the place Ezra had come from, as Bangle retracted his paw and casually rested them on his hips.


More spilled from the secui's lips, and his own orange eyes became brighter when he finished. The coywolf took a seat next to an adjacent, flat-surfaced rock, slapping his knee and sticking out his tongue as he chuckled at the other man's words. "Yeh don' say? Hah! Well if we aren' a couple'a fellas tryin' to get away from everythin'.. women 'n all." Offering a wink, the coywolf planted his feet on the ground again, unhitching a bottle from his side. It was dark, and as the merchant sloshed it around some before Ezra in offering, his grin grew wide again. "So what d'ya say we vagabonds drink t' freedom, eh prince?" He winked at the nickname that he gave the other male, and it would be a title that the white and black wolf would be called whether he cared for it or not. Holding the bottle with one hand, he raised it to his lips in a nearly-vertical fashion, tilting his head back a little too dramatically. Dreadlocks framed his shoulders as he swallowed, and offered the bottle to the other man.
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Table by sie! <3
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Sorry for the wait, life sucks sometimes :< also ezra has never drank before so excuse him XD


The man instantly realized there wasn’t a mean bone in this coyote’s body, or at least he outwardly seemed that way. Feeling more comfortable with the odd man, Ezra let out a reluctant smile at Bangle’s remark. “Oh gosh no I’m not a prince, we’ve only got a king. But i am the court Marquis,” he said happily, proud of the rank he had managed to procure. Ever was a more valuable asset to the pack due to her affinity for the horses and therefore was ranked higher than him. Ezra thought about getting a hobby for a moment, but quickly stopped caring.

Bangle took out a dark bottle with some sort of liquid in it, which he quickly guzzled down. Ezra nodded to the toast, and when it was offered to him, the boy took the bottle happily. “To freedom!” he said, reiterating Bangle’s toast. The bottle was held clumsily in the secui’s paws, but he got it eventually. Ezra took a gulp of the foreign drink, and forced it down despite the highly unpleasant taste in his mouth. Face still contorted in unhappiness, Ezra turned to the man beside him and shoved the bottle back. “Ugh... What is that?” the hybrid asked, confused beyond belief. Nothing he had ever tasted was that foul.


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