Sweet Stuff

Imacai Kimaris · 03-19-2011, 06:07 AM

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The man had been doing some work in the Sugarwoods area. He had found an instruction manual and had followed the depictions to craft some sort of thick, sweet substance. He had that in a jar with him among other sweet things that he had brought with him. He had developed an addiction to sweets and sugar. He had actually been on his way back to Inferni with his newly acquired sweet substance when he figured that he would sample it instead. A little sample couldn't hurt after all. He waved Sessane on ahead with the stash while he lounged in the forest. After all it would probably be better that one of them remained near the area to keep up with the production. Not that he had thought of such a thing at first. It had only came as an afterthought. Of course he knew that Sessane would return after she got done hiding the jars that they had in order to help fill more jars with the substance.

He reclined in the woods with his back against a tree. The jar of syrup was placed down beside him so that he could take out a bottle of rum to go with it. The syrup was so thick that a drink was needed to wash it down, or such was his opinion on it. Not that he ever really needed a reason to drink. Granted rum was the only thing that he sipped on though. But that was because it was made from a favorite substance of his, sugarcane. He had gotten hooked on it in Barbados, watching and taking part in how it was made. He still had to look for a place for a still so that he could make more in the area of Souls. After all his supplies would run out eventually and he needed a way to get more.

But for now he was happy with what he had. He had his newest made sweet concoction as well as the other thing that he had helped to make back in Barbados. He stuck his tongue in the jar and lapped up the sweet substance to allow it to fill his mouth and slip slowly down his throat. He closed his eyes as he savored the sensation. The sweetness of it was intoxicating. It was like nothing that he had ever tasted before. He picked up his bottle to follow the syrup with a swig of alcohol in order to cleanse his palate. Sugar and liquor, what could possibly be better than that? Right now nothing seemed to be. He hadn't known what he was making when he had first started out but now that he had the result of the hard work he was certain to continue it. It was just another sweet thing that he could spread to those in this area and get them hooked upon it as well. After all his addictions might seem unconventional to most. Then again his main things were regional things that he had brought with him.

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Range Soul · 03-24-2011, 05:19 PM

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Lupus form, in case you can't tell. :p

Range treadled alongside the strangely coloured river, glancing every once in a while to check for danger. Some of his paranoia had died down.. After all, being on your own required a calm mind. To keep the world around him in perspective, the young male had pushed all his own thoughts aside.

His conscience was the last one to quiet. It spoke of turning back, questioning how healthy it was for him to be alone so soon after his injuries had hardly begun to heal. He could still be easily made into prey by many creatures that inhabited this fantastic forest area.. That, he kept in mind. He was average size for wolves of his age. If anything, he may have even been a bit bigger. His fur seemed to have stopped producing such a thick coat, lightening him up as to help him blend in with the bright colours that would soon caress the forest.

Range stumbled upon the male just as he was finishing his drink. He was not really thirsty, for he had lapped some water from the green creek earlier. But some thing about the scent drew him closer. The smell danced it's way into his nostrils, twirling and spinning as it brushed against every thing it could find. As the boy exhaled, the smell faded. His nose twitched as he struggled to take in as much as he could, dancing the same jig that the sweetness had seemed to do. Letting one of his other senses take over, Range looked at the wolf. He sat leaning against the tree, a variety of strange things scattered near him. The young boy was confused, looking over the items for some sort of sign of what they were. He, of course, was illiterate. The gift of reading had not yet been brought to him, and writing didn't really even seem important at this point in time. Sighing, he used his words to express his confusion. "What's all that?" He asked, gesturing towards the objects with his head.

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