Time Spent Wasted
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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie

Word Count → 305


There was no excuse for him to not have been as active as he should have been. Unless mourning should count. He had been spending time away on his own once he had learned of his mother's demise. Here he had thought that she was happy and well only to find out this troubling fact. So he had taken the time to make proper preparations for the body and removing it. And after that he had just been keeping to himself. But he was over that period in his life now and returned to the caves once more. He still had his own life to live and couldn't forget that.

He yawned and blinked some as he left the bright light of the day to enter the darkness of the caves. It was a familiar setting for him. From the cult in New Brunswick to his time spent in another pack. He had always lived in a cave. Sure, he was still learning this system and committing to memory but he wasn't disadvantaged. No, he was used to twists and turns and entrapments. It was just a part of cave life.

He walked down the passages, not really in a hurry to return to his own den. Instead he was exploring to figure out just how many were residing int his system. He had yet to meet them all though the ones he did meet had left a memorable impression with him. And well, maybe he was trying to figure out just where a certain lady stayed. Sure, there was one that he shared a cave with but as far as he knew they were nothing more than friends. She had come to him when she could no longer stand her home and he had taken her in. But there was nothing official between them.


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WC-446 - Post fail x.x Have Ouija see him and follow him to his room maybe?


Silently, he stalked his way through the caves, with only his dark thoughts to accompany him. He’d failed her and she had died, it was simple as that; if he’d done something different, been with her at the time, then maybe Selene may have lived… He could have prevented it somehow, saved her! But no, he’d failed her.


So consumed by his thoughts he wasn’t aware of those he passed, if he passed any. He’d left the darkness of the caves earlier that day to hunt for food, but aside from completing the necessary tasks to stay alive, he’d been keeping to himself in his room. Playing around with his craft to keep his mind of thoughts that haunted him; they whys, buts, ifs and maybes were constantly threatening to consume his mind. The only place he found solitude was within his room, whilst doing his craft.


Which is where he was heading to at that moment. Exiting from the common room, he entered the wide tunnel that connect all the pack’s rooms. Confidently, he stepped into the dark tunnel, having memorized the majority of the cave’s layout he was sure of himself and where he was going; which wasn’t a common occurrence for the directionally challenged Dasa.


His room was located between the common room and emergency exit, which suited him just fine. After he’d joined he’d claimed the room and had the whole side of the cave to himself, but recently others had been moving in, causing noise and annoying the hell out of him in general. These days he was never in the mood to tolerate others, he wanted to be alone.


After a while of walking in silence, he arrived by his door. Once there, he threw back the curtain that covered the entrance and then stepped in, leaving the material to fall back into place. Turning to his left, he threw himself down upon the small stool that sat by his desk and picked up an unfinished necklace he’d started the other day.


Looking at the finished body, he was pleased with that finished part; it was thick, made of white, silver and grey threads knotted and intertwined in a diagonal pattern and it clung smoothly to the fur; no uneven knots to irritate and catch things. He had been working on threading beads through it; clear ones and pearl like ones. Some connected to the main part of the necklace, some dangling, creating a layered glittering effect when put in the light.


Normally, he would work his craft to occupy his free time, now.. he needed to keep his hands occupied to stop his mind from drifting to darker thoughts.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; Will do

Word Count → 312


When another passed him by he caught the whiff of a scent. It wasn't one he could place as having met before but it was a vaguely familiar one still. The single scent, other than family, to have ever invaded what was once his mother's room. And it was because of this that he trailed after the other male. He followed him on down the passage and then onwards beyond the curtain. He watched as the other sat himself and began to work. He had no idea what the other was doing but there was a pressing issue on his mind at the moment.

"Did you know her?" He questioned as he stepped further into the room. He seemed to have forgotten that his thoughts couldn't be read. After all he hadn't given the other any real hint as to what he was talking about. "Was that for her?" He continued with the vague questions but at least this time he made a motion with his hand to whatever it was that the other was currently working on.

He stepped over so that he could stand behind the other male and see just what it was that he happened to be working on. "That is interesting. Do you make anything else?" His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He was a craftsman at heart yet he had never seen anything like this at all before. It made him curious as to just what it was for. What purpose did what he was making serve? What did it go for? Of course Ouija was of the mind that everything that was made ended up having some sort of end purpose and not just something to look pretty. He made everyday things that were usable. Or well things that he commonly used, or used to use when he was back in New Brunswick.


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WC-418 - Downplaying Selene's death as i cannot play depressed Key with my complete lack of muse atm >.< Will probably make him have a breakdown at some point Big Grin


Turning so that he faced his curtain door and the intruder whom had entered behind him, blue eyes fell upon a rainbow of colours. Never before had he seen such a brightly dyed wolf and so he took a moment to simply admire the other’s coat before the slight familiarities of the male’s feature tweaked his mind, and he made the connection between the strange male and his words. One of Selene’s children?


The only offspring of Selene that he had encountered before were Juju and Demi and the two of them were worlds apart in personality and judging by the other’s colouration, the male before him too, was unlike his siblings and mother. For some reason, the young Dasa had always assumed relatives would resemble each other in both personality and appearance, but quite clearly, his assumption was wrong.


Dipping his head, he silently answered the male’s question, his body twisting on his stool once more so that he could focus on his work before him. When the other mentioned the necklace in his hands, he stopped and thought about the question. “I do not know. I simply began making it after her death” he answered with surprising honesty.


When news of Selene’s death had reached him, he did not know what to make of it. Even now, after time had passed he still didn’t know what to make of it. Unlike many of the great romantic stories told, theirs had been something different; he’d seen her at her weakest times and felt compelled to protect her and had taken that for love. But was that actually love? The Dasa did not know, for the now diseased female had been one of few others he’d taken a liking to, and with so little socialization experience he did not know what love was.


Maybe if they’d had more time together, his emotions would have strengthen, maybe then he would have reacted in a more dramatic way to the news, instead of simply feeling somewhat… numb.


At the others curiosity about his work, he waved a hand to vaguely point out the large storage box which sat to the side of the entrance. Within it were various nonsense items, a few bottles, bandages, the usual supplies and all of his completed pieces ranging from weaved belts to attachable accessories.


When he completed something, he simply dumped it there and forgot about it; for very few knew of his craft and he had even fewer to give such gifts to.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; It's fine hun, no worries

Word Count → 335


He gave a slight nod of his head as he was answered. Or at least one of his questions were answered. "If it came after her death then it couldn't be for her." What was the point of making something for someone that was dead. "So what were you doing in her room?" It was a simple question and there was nothing accusatory about it. Mainly he was curious of the relationship that there was since his was the only scent that wasn't family. It was the same in New Brunswick, there were no other scent than those of family in her room. She simply didn't invite just anyone into her personal space. So for there to be the scent of someone outside of family was a curious thing.

He moved over to the trunk that was motioned to and opened it up to look through it. "What is the point of all this? What are they for?" He asked as he found a completed piece amidst all of the other stuff in the trunk and picked it up so that he could look closely at it and examine it. "Do they have meaning? For protection perhaps?" After all what he wore about his neck was meant for protection. He kept it filled so that he would be fully protected.

The silence was bugging him and so with a sigh he got back up and moved back over to the other. He made to sit on his knees behind the other male so that he could try to wrap his arms around the other's waist. "If you thin I'm upset and blaming you, I'm not. Mom just didn't let anyone outside of family in her personal space. Even in New Brunswick she was the same way." If he had managed to get his arms about the other's wait then he next tried to slip his fingers through the other's fur to caress the flesh beneath, starting at the stomach and moving up to the chest.


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WC-378 - Big Grin


‘So what were you doing in her room?’ Huh? A dark, humorous twitch of his lip was his initial response; which was completely inappropriate considering the circumstances and yet, he could not help it. For as the other asked the question, one of his wise ass comments span through his head… What hadn’t I been doing in her room… would have been a more appropriate question.


Thankfully, he kept himself in line and scolded himself for being out of line; this male, although a stranger to him, was one of Selene’s children and he should be answering them seriously and treating them with some respect. “I spent a lot of time with your mother, as for the nature of out relationship; which is what I’m guessing you would like to know more than what I was doing, I believe only she could truly answer that question” his focus never left the necklace in which he had begun to work on once more, tying on beads and sewing them on here and there. Entering a state of silence once more.


As the other moved around the room, he simply ignored him and busied himself with his work; for his room was virtually empty with nothing to steal nor destroy. Although, because it was so empty he found the place as his own little piece of heaven, oddly enough. “Depends on which item you’re referring to” he mumbled, his brows burrowing together in concentration, his eyes narrowed as he threaded on a smaller bead into a part of the finer pattern. “Some are jewellery, others can be attached to items, basically they are all one form of another, simple accessories”.


At the following question, he stopped; hands full with beads and thread. Gradually his hands began to work once more, “None in particular, they are gifts if anything. Although I normally just throw any of the completed pieces into the box” for no one deserved a gift from him… not anymore.


Sensing the other moving strangely closer, he flinched by reflex at the closeness of the other, but overall made no move to stop him. Silent once more, he simply stared at his hands which continued to work, his mind correcting the males each word, for it was his fault.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; It's fine hun, no worries

Word Count → 562


He wasn't really concerned if his mother was in relationship or not. If she was then good for her and if not then that was fine too. No, he wanted to know the reason that the other was in the room. He wanted to know just what he had been doing. "No, I asked the question I wanted the answer to. I want to now why you were in the room. Were you looking for something? Was it a mistake? If there was some sort of relationship then that is between the two of you and not any of my business." He wasn't looking to pry into personal lives but only curious of the evidence that had been left behind. He didn't pry into another's personal business. He only spoke of what physical evidence he found. He wasn't that adapt at gauging feelings and offering words of comfort. He was an action man so he didn't mince words.

He wasn't sure just what jewelry and accessories were. He had never dealt with the items before. He was used to things with a practical and everyday purpose. At least those were the sorts of things that he crafted. "And their purpose? What do you use them for?" He was repeating just what he asked because he still didn't understand. "What exactly are they used for?" After all his gris gris offered protection and he made dolls just for the purpose of luck. Perhaps that is what these items did. You couldn't use them in other fashions but just having them in your possession served for a greater purpose than using them to craft other things.

"If they are gifts then why have you hidden them? Saving them up until you have them all done?" He could understand that one. It was best to wait until everything was done before passing them off. After all a whole set was better than only having a partial set. Especially if they were meant for luck or protection. Things could be dangerous if they were separated. If that was the case then it made perfect sense and would need no further questioning from him.

He smiled a bit as his touch was allowed. He next made to try and rest his head upon the other's male shoulder. Of course he would cease his actions if it were requested. Ouija was simply at ease with touch and cuddling. He saw no issues with getting close to someone that was just met. It was the way that he was brought. Personal space was nonexistent where he had grown up. He just felt the most at ease with another warm body pressed against his own. Of course it didn't have to become more than that. Just the physical feeling of not being alone was enough.

"Do you think it would be possible for you to make a couple for me? I have a couple of friends that I wouldn't mind giving them to." Of course there were probably more but only a couple that he knew to be close and within the same pack. Of course if he could get in touch with others then he just might be back for more if that would be allowed. He would have to wait to see what the male said and see if he was willing to work something out or not.


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WC-376 - Big Grin


“They have no actual use, nor do they have a particular meaning. If anything, they are for personalization and expression of one’s self; colours and shapes, in whatever form mean different things to canines and so what they mean, if they mean anything at all, is up to the owner. I just design and make them however I feel like” he explained, shoulders rising and falling in a slight shrug. Really, he had little to no understanding of his craft, all he knew was how to make the objects and did so to keep himself occupied.


Maybe they were meant to mean something or had a purpose outside of vain decoration, but Jay had never mentioned one and so he could only conclude that there wasn’t anything more to the simple craft he did. But since this colourful male seemed so interested in them, he tried to explain once more, without getting himself confused in the process. “Such objects were popular amongst human females; they liked to wear them to show of wealthy, individuality and what social groups they belonged to. If a female wore something pink with dainty beads, it would show she was overly feminine compared to one who wore a studded black leather bracelet” he explained again, hoping he made more sense this time.


When the other asked about while he had saved so many up, he took a moment to choose a carefully worded answer. “I simply make them, i have yet to actually gift one myself. Others have traded for them to give to others before, but overall I myself care little for them” his voice was closed of, for he didn’t want to elaborate on the point for some reason. Maybe at one point he would have given his craft away to someone himself, but now… he just continued to throw it into the box.


As the other touched him, his muscles tensed a little; for no matter what, he was not overly comfortable about being touched by an stranger and was only allowing such contact because he was one of Selene’s children. To distract himself from the contact, he concentrated on the others question. “You can take any of the pre-made ones, but if you want something specific sure”.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie

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He noticed that again the other was avoiding answering his question. "Why do you refuse to answer? I've told you that I'm not upset with you. I simply wish to know." He clearly wasn't about to relent all of that easily. He would not allow his question to be deflected. He had made it known that he wanted the answer for exactly what he had asked and so he would continue to press until he finally got it. It might have been something that didn't matter to the other but it was important to Ouija. Especially since he knew his mother and knew just how odd it was to catch a different scent in there.

He still didn't fully understand Alaki's explanation. All he got was that they were for showing off and no other purpose than that. "I can't say that I know anything at all about these humans that you speak of." In fact he had never once heard of them. All he had ever been taught of was Luperci being passed down by gods so that canines could walk in their image. He knew nothing about it actually being caused by humans. After all he only wore his gris gris and didn't partake in clothing. The things he used he crafted himself mostly. He didn't really partake in things of the human world. He didn't rely heavily on found objects but crafted what it was that he needed.

"Just relax, I'm not going to do anything that you don't want." He spoke up once he felt the other tense and tried to put him at ease. After all if he didn't want to be touched then he only needed to say so. He would listen and back off, just ask Addison. "So what is it that you want in return for them?" He still wasn't used to this concept of trading. He never asked for anything in return. Instead he simply gave away whatever he had or helped in whatever way he could.


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