What lies beneath the surface

Alexander Collins · 04-14-2011, 02:55 PM

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Date: 14th April
Setting: Forest Oasis
Time: Early afternoon
Character Form: Optime
Anyone really (Aside from Skye and Shaw, since he's still avoiding them >.<). Up for anything aswell ^^

Out of Character

Coding by Sie - WC: 340

Hrmm, and he's sober for once :3

In Character

Again and again he’d been putting of the inevitable. It wasn’t as if he had hit on her that much, but the fact that he had haunted him. Within his mind he had imagined a more… romantic? reunion, the whole ‘run into each other’s arms with tears falling from their eyes’ kind of thing. Repeatedly, he’s tell himself today’s the day, then high tail it out of Cercatori d’Arte for a week or so. Not anymore; no, he’d do it this.. week. Maybe. He ground his teeth in irritation and shook his head lightly from side to side. No, This week for sure!

First he would need to speak with his Capitano about his choice in actions, about who he was and why he had to go through with his plans. Then, he’s speak with her and turn tail and run; he cared little that his actions may seem cowardly, but he wasn’t ready to face her, his dearest sister…

Yet, before he tackled the trickier parts of his life, the light grey male had to revisit a place; for sentimental reasons, if anyone inquired why he was there. Heck, he’d fallen in the water, almost gotten himself killed and lost his memories for awhile, so it wasn’t as if he didn’t feel sentimental about it.

He sighed deeply. Who am I trying to kid? I’m just using the whole sentimental scenario to put of speaking to them. But, since he was there, he might aswell check out the area. Who knows, his crate of booze may still be in the oasis.

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A while later he emerged, the cool water taking up the space before him. His muscles tensed as his eyes stared into its shallow depths and he moved away, distancing himself from the pool and sat upon the ground cross legged.

Propping his elbow on a knee, his face fell to his open palm. “Shoulda figured this would happen. A fear of water, just what I needed” the words came out harsh, full of sarcasm and irritation.

Bangle Guffawri · 04-14-2011, 03:36 PM

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Kay.. so. You may smack me. ._.;

There was a lot on the craftsman's mind. And the only way he could solve it was by walking away.

Bangle missed being out on his own again, though the gypsy lifestyle seemed to be gone with the wind. Though he was still free to roam, the jeweled man still felt tied down. Clothed in his mossy garment, Bangle gripped his elegant staff, tied a few possessions about his waist, and set off. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, but to the coywolf it mattered little. The trees that enveloped him in shadow were welcoming, and the cold earth beneath his feet urging him forward; he was happy to be anywhere but Thornbury.

It was Skye, mostly, that bothered the male. There were times when the wandering craftsman would wake up next to the woman in part to her night terrors - or cries of pain. The latter seemed to be happening more frequently, now, and her belly more than a little swollen these days. The pregnancy was hard on her, he knew, but it was becoming more and more daunting on him.

The sound of the oasis hit his ears quickly, and already the male could feel his muscles relaxing. But if it was the craftsman's desire to get away from the thoughts of his mate, he would find that he was at the wrong place. As he brushed past some of the larger leaves, into the clearing, Bangle would also find that its visitor made a bad situation worse.

"'Elo there, friend!" He called out across the way, waving across the oasis at the man who looked troubled.

Alexander Collins · 05-01-2011, 11:47 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie - WC: 289

Post fail x.x Now we be even? Sorry i took forever getting to this reply!!

In Character

Ice blue eyes glared at the small oasis, while internally he cursed the pool of water in any way, shape or form he could. If only the pool hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have fallen in, he wouldn’t have lost his memory (and his crate of vodka); most importantly, he would NOT have attempted to flirt with his own sister. “Uuuurgh” he groaned aloud as the memory skittered through his mind once more. Regret didn’t begin to cover it.

Despite his desire to be alone and wallow in self pity, another had apparently decided to visit the oasis at the same time as him. Lifting his head from his palm, he turned to look at the other and froze; taking in the others strange appearance for a moment. During his travels he had seen others dress in unique ways… but the male before him would take the prize for the strangest.

It as just his rotten luck that another member of the pack would drop by the oasis when he was there. The thought of giving the other some vague excuse and leaving appealed to him, but there was something about this one… he was sure he’d seen him with Skye. One day, my curiosity is gonna get me killed…

“Yo! What brings you out here” he called out to the other, for he had to know exactly who this guy was to his sister. He may be the world’s worst, most useless older brother Skye could ever ask for, but he would not stand by and watch another harm her; he had to know exactly what this guy was to his sister or what the strange one wanted from her.

Preferably without giving his identity away, that was.

Bangle Guffawri · 05-07-2011, 02:44 PM

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OOC/WC

The coywolf was sure that, even if he hadn't called out to the other, the sounds of his possessions and bright garment would have been noticed. It was as if he were ready for a springtime callithump; a season that the land had yet to see. It was a wonder how he even hunted with such an outfit - though he could never do it dressed, nor be on two legs. Bangle never paid much mind to it, though his former lifestyle was slowly fading away with each passing day, elements of it remained on the craftsman. No matter of family, big or small, would ever tamp out his wanderlust.

His steps faltered towards the other male, however, when the strange male called out. The tone of voice seemed less of a greeting than it was an inquiry, though the slumped shoulders and overall posture of the white stranger didn't show signs of violence. Bangle closed off the distance to where neither party had to yell, yet at a distance that the coywolf could observe with curious tangerine eyes.

"Me? Jus' gettin' away fer a lil' while," the multicolored male while shook his staff a little to encompass the surrounding area, its hanging ornaments clonking on the gnarled wood. Eyes settled back on the sitting stranger. "Looks like yer doin' th' same, eh?" A grin crossed his face, something he was rarely seen without. "Name's Bangle, friend. Don' think I've seen yer face around 'ere." The remark was in part to the scent that the other male carried - he was a part of Cercatori d'Arte as well. The craftsman, though eager to stick out his paw at someone in greeting, still kept his distance towards the other. It seemed to Bangle, on as bright a day as today was, the male before him was dark and cold, his thoughts plagued with.. something.

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