under the knife

Tlantli Kimaris · 05-13-2011, 03:33 PM

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For Bangle Guffawri. Backdated to the 27th! Halifax.

The sun scorched the land as she passed through the Dampwoods, searching for something that wasn't there. Imacai. Miqui had mentioned Imacai, he had lived with Imacai, and now her brother was gone from the world she lived in. It was concerning, to say the least — some nights she stayed awake and worried. Of course, Imacai could live on his own easily, she did not have to be concerned. Imacai was smart. Imacai didn't need them. The truth of the fact hurt her, if only slightly. Imacai Kimaris, the only sibling younger than she, did not need her in his life. Depressing.

In her displeasure, she made her way to Halifax. That day was a day of searching, of finding, of gathering necessary items to make her world better in some way or form. Halifax was a treasure trove of items useable by her delicate, coyote hands, for everything she was able to do. That day, however, she was searching for something specific. Needles, clamps, knives. Tools for body modification, a skill she knew quite well despite her lack of artistic talents. Such things would be needed in the future, she was sure. A determined sigh passed her jaws as she entered the ruined city for the first time in several weeks. "Ess tiem to find what aye ahm needing." Her words were spoken to the wind, rather than a corporeal form, red eyes searching the storefronts.

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Bangle Guffawri · 05-13-2011, 07:46 PM

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Ffff, I loves me some Kikiface.

Bangle's travels took him farther and farther from home each time he left for a few days, possibly because he knew that he'd have to give it all up soon.

It bothered the bat-eared male that being a father would re-shift his priorities. It would keep him home often, to tend to his children and his mate, and truthfully the former gypsy wasn't sure if he was prepared for that. As he had left under the pale moonlight of the night before, Bangle simply told Skye he would return - as he always did. Now the searing sun found him on the road to Halifax, a place the craftsman had yet to visit. He had heard of its many treasures and wonders, and the coywolf had to check it out himself... before it was too late.

Dressed in his usual traveling attire and carrying his decorated staff, he made his way over the hill to the bleak, desolate looking city. The colors upon his form stood out like a sore thumb against the apocalyptic-like scene, but this never stopped him upon walking on its cracked pavement, shadowed by creaking buildings found to the left and right of him. Orange-yellow eyes became bright in their sockets, intrigued at the things humans built and lived among.

As it was quiet save for the jangles that framed Bangle from head to toe, the coywolf rounded a corner just in time to spot another shadow walking ahead. It disappeared from view, behind another storefront, but the merchant was instantly curious. "'Elo? 'S anyone there?" His own voice echoed back at him as it ricocheted off the walls, but the male stood there in waiting.

Tlantli Kimaris · 05-15-2011, 04:02 PM

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The store she had found lead her to the most magnificent things: shining jewels and sharp scissors. It was pleasing to see the items before her, in the cupboards and the drawers, so easy for her to take. Of course, she hadn't come for all of the items displayed and therefore only a few made it into the bag slung over her arm. Rings and things that would be placed into holes once created. They jangled about at the bottom of the leather satchel while Tlantli made her way back into the cool April air of Nova Scotia.

She crossed the street and made her way toward yet another store, disappearing inside as she heard the voice of a stranger. The hair at the back of her neck rose to stand on end. Red eyes found their way back into the world as she retraced her steps to the outside. In the distance, there was a silhouette, the silhouette of a traveler with rather large ears. A coyote. Her features twisted into a mask of both curiosity and distrust, arms crossing before her chest. She allowed his voice to echo into the ruined city, contemplating the chance to interact. Finally, a sigh escaped golden jaws. "Aye ahm here." Her accented voice was sharp in contrast to his own, if only because it rang of true Spanish.

OOC: Bangle gets some piercings/tattoos/whatever from Tlantli.

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