The long road ahead...

Mysterious Brute · 06-04-2011, 12:58 AM

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Soooo bored! Pleaaaaseee post!!!

The ignorant male was sprawled out on the cold sand near the water. The bright star that mother Earth orbited was beginning to peek out at the horizon with splashes of pink and orange surrounding the radiant glow. There was a strong breeze sneaking up every so often and the faint calls of birds brightening up the whole scene.

Another being was nearby the sleeping terrier, looming over him and casting a shadow over him with with a rather bored expression. Mysterious still lay there, asleep and motionless. The position he was in made the male look as if he was shot dead, except for his lungs that were peacefully expanding and contracting with the cold air passing in and out of them.

It may not have looked like it, but he was thinking. Even through his dreamless sleep he could still think. He could tell the next few days were going to be long, hard, and stressful, since the past few had been just like so. He wanted somthing to happen right now but he was just to lazy to make it happen at the moment.

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Tlantli Kimaris · 06-05-2011, 01:08 PM

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WORD COUNT→403 — OOC→ Hover the Spanish for a translation, since I use an online translator that is most likely incorrect when it comes to grammar and wording.

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The golden coyote had found it necessary to make a trip, not because she was tired of her home in Salsola, but because necessities and gifts did not grow on trees — at least not with the skills the Crone possessed. The ruined city was the best choice. Days, it had taken days, for the witchdoctor woman to find her way to the city. Days alone, days in silence; if not for her solitary nature, it would have been unbearable, but Tlantli had long since learned to live on her own, and she would always return to Salsola and her Revlis King. The trip would be a brief one, the morning spent in the depths of Halifax, searching for items she might present to her nonsister and the handsome Boss. She scavenged well, and items were placed in the satchel that draped across her chest to rattle against the empty glass jars found within.

The latter half of her day was spent traipsing along the beach there, something she missed from her days in Eterne, though the foamy waters were nothing like the beautiful seas she had visited in Eterne. Golden feet kicked water back into the ocean, fiery eyes gazing out across the expanse of dark blue. It wasn't until the breeze shifted, bringing scents of others — two of them, neither known — that she sought out faces in the area. It was in the distance that she saw figures, the most prominent one leaning over something else. Curious as she was, the shamaness approached; her presence seemed to startle away the looming figure, but she paid it no mind as it fled toward the north. Instead, she circled the sleeping figure on the ground — he was still enough to be one of the dead, but she knew better.

Her toes dug into the sand of the beach, a quick twist of her leg kicking it into the air and toward the doggish male. Apathy ran rampant over the features of the Mexican coyote, her state of emotion subdued; it was only curiosity that drove her to pester. They did not have such creatures in her home. "Lo que una criatura feo." The native tongue of the Spanish woman rolled forth with speed and grace, as it always had been. He simply was not a coyote; perhaps in other lives, this was acceptable, but in the eyes of the Salsolan woman, it was not.

Mysterious Brute · 06-05-2011, 09:25 PM

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Just a heads up the looming figure is his donkey... Lol I forgot to mention it... Oh I also learned what feo means in Spanish when I was little. He won't rape your character, don't worry

Mysterious awoke to the sound of Brutus' hooves heading towards North. He was relieved to see the donkey had stopped only a few feet away. He looked up, curious to see what could possibly scare his loyal steed...

He squinted up at what appeared to be a lovely young coyote luperci. His ears perked up and he got up from his sleeping position. He was looking for some girl company around here, he smiled at the thought that women always seemed to come to him, even if they hated him and he let out a little whistle towards her, complimenting her appearance with no words. He heard her little statement and his face tightened a bit, he didn't know a lot of Spanish but he knew what feo meant, ugly.

The independent male thought it was adorable when women were all feisty and self-reliant, like himself. He chuckled at her statement and said, "Well, well, you most certainly aren't feo... Bonita" hesitating a bit only to try to remember what "beautiful" meant in Spanish.

"So sugar, wanna fuck?" he asked confidently, with a wild expression in his eyes and an alluring wink. This statement, he knew, flattered most of the women he said it to and he loved to see a flattered and angry bitch, it entertained him. To him, they were like his little toys...

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Tlantli Kimaris · 06-09-2011, 12:03 PM

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Again, probably best to just hover for translation, since the online translator sucks. Sorry for the donkey thing; I didn't know what it was, and therefore felt it best to move it, as it wasn't described.

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He awoke as the four-legged equu was startled toward the north, and she scowled to see that he wasn't as dead as he appeared. Oh, sure she had known he was living, but it was a shame; the corpse would have made a magnificent gift for the shaman Auxiliary of Salsola. A living creature was not. As a smile formed on his white-and-tan lips, she quirked one expressive eyebrow upwards, scowling ever more at the whistle that caught her ears. She remembered the men she'd been forced to deal with in Barbados, their actions not unlike the ugly creature before her. Androgynous hands came to rest on her hips, shifting the leather belt with the sudden extra weight. His words served to cause the coyote further realization that he was, in fact, very much like the Barbados pirates.

"Usted me habla como soy algo común puta y cabría esperar que me impresionó mucho?" Away from her hips came her hands, arms crossing briefly before she started again. "No aye do not want to 'fuhk'," she stated, creating air quotes with her fingers as she used the crude word. The idea of it didn't affect her mood; this was no Sirius Revlis, whose cunning tongue that tantalized the Crone's desire in the past. Instead, he simply brought back memories of the island life, where the golden woman had degraded herself for passage to a new place, all for her family. But she was not in desperate need of anything now. No, now she had her own power, and the words so similar to those of the vile bastards she handled on the Caribbean island caused the Spanish creature to huff out an irritated huff.

Mysterious Brute · 06-10-2011, 01:26 PM

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Mysterious clearly had no idea what the hell this gorgeous Hispanic girl was saying but by her intonation and how she made quotation marks when she pronounced "fuhk" in a strange tone, that it was a definite no.

"Uhhh... I'll take that as a no?" he announced dumbly, narrowing his eyes at her. He chuckled and spread out his legs, good thing he was wearing his overalls, and got out a bottle of champagne.

The immature middle-aged dog held the bottle near his penis as he dug his claws into the cork, ripping it out with great force, the liquid spraying everywhere but on the lady standing nearby. He would always open up his champagne like this when he had others around. He enjoyed the attention.

Mysterious Does "Mysterious speaks." Mysterious thinks.

Tlantli Kimaris · 06-11-2011, 08:54 PM

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She never forgot that many she encountered in her new world did not speak the fast tongue of Eterne, and she expected even less to speak the holy language of the Atototzli. It left her some privacy, even in the open air with open ears, and it was what she spoke as she berated him his intelligence — or lack thereof. It didn't surprise her to hear him ask if that meant no, his eyes narrowing as he sat with the slender glass bottle of champagne. Her grimace persisted. "Aye ahm glad not all beasts ahre so stupid ahs you," she spat, golden tail slicing through the air in a distinct motion of disgust. The carbonated liquid sprayed as he removed the cork. She snorted.

Salsola offered her a haven from the world, and now she realized why she loved her secret home so much. Wolves, creatures like Larkspur and this animal before her, were unintelligent beasts no suitable to her presence. Had she know this before, she might have fought Metetztli to stay in Eterne; of course, then she would not have had the opportunity to make her father proud. The petite shamaness tapped her bicep with two fingers. "Whaye ahre you where othars must suffer your ignorance? The stupid should be kept away from the public."

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