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Huzzah! It was really about time we had this thread! Or any thread! <3 WC: 326



She had needed to get away. The recent weeks had left her stressed and fidgety, and despite feeling the need to stay in Inferni borders a bit longer, her body told her to move.


And so she found herself on the edge of the Dampwoods. She could smell that dark place from where she sat atop Lennon, and mused silently why Ouija had chosen it. Cercatori d'Arte had been a fine place for him, she'd thought; but that wasn't really her business. Thin fingers brought a half-smoked joint to her lips, and hazy eyes scanned the area. It was early evening; the sun was still out, but it was fading. The changing of day into night, and night into day were her favorites to watch.


With the recent skills she'd acquired from her now too-distant cousin, Sage had taken up painting. It was messy, sloppy, and ill-formed at first, but she was beginning to get the hang of it. Since she'd promised Ouija his finished portrait several months ago, she figured that now would be a good time to deliver it. And so she'd set aside the whole day to finish the task; a process completed with love and a mixture of emotion, some that she hoped he wouldn't see.


Figuring this was just a fine place to spend their time (and far enough from Anathema itself), Sage took down her bag from Lennon's back. A tree stump made a proper seat, and the girl reclined, tilting her head to let out a call for him, and him alone. It was short, a classic coyote yip; it bore no malice nor urgency.


Feeling a strange anxiety rising in her chest, Sage exhaled deeply, rolling the joint between her lips, taking deep puffs of it. Quietly, she began humming to herself, yellow eyes shutting softly, her palms resting on the knees of her crossed legs. She needed his company perhaps more than he knew.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Zero; Yes, they both could use some love; 703 words

Things had happened within Cercatori d'Arte. The place had no longer been safe. And as he had come to find out there were a number of changes and was no longer the same place that had been left behind. Anathema had been perfectly fine the first couple of months. It was a recent run of events that made the place feel cursed to him. He had lost his mother and then the women he had pledged himself to. His sister neglected him as well and no longer wanted anything at all do to with him because she was too busy fucking the leader. He could understand the lack of physical relationship but she wouldn't even talk to him anymore. If he was the vindictive sort then he could possibly poison her relationship and destroy it as she had almost done him. But no, he had forgiven her for almost killing him. He believed her when she had said it was an accident. But he could warn her new beau to not get to close or she would attempt to do away with him. He could name her a black widow, and not really be too far off from the truth. He knew all about that hidden darkness within his sister that others didn't see.

It was this combination of things that had him getting away. It seemed that he would have to do just like he did in Cercatori d'Arte and go outside of the pack to find those that he could get close to. Actually that was the exact way that he had met the women in his life. They had all been living in differing packs from him at first. Eventually he had started living with them though. Perhaps that had been the downfall. Things were fine as long as he wasn't living in the same place. Maybe Anathema wasn't cursed, maybe it was him that was cursed.

He had been lucky to run into Sage again, to still be on good standing with her. He really needed some familiar company. One that he knew he could easily get away with his habits and didn't need to hold himself in check. He didn't have words to offer comfort but had always depended on physical touch. And well, he could use a bit of comfort. It wasn't often that he was down on himself but so much had gone wrong in such a short period of time. There was something off somewhere and he wasn't sure where the problem lay. Was it him or the place? Maybe if he stayed away from Anathema for a bit he could see if things improved. And if so then he would know for certain that it was the land that was cursed and not him.

He heard the yip and couldn't help but to feel giddy. He couldn't wait to see what she had done. To see what it was that others saw when they looked upon him. And maybe even be able to share some of wait was going on and just have a shoulder to lie on. He didn't expect her to be able to fix his problems but sometimes it was nice to just have someone to share things with. He thought that he had that with Demi, at least until she had turned her back on him. Now he had no one to confide in. He would end up figuring something out though. It was a set back for now but he would get over it.

He had his satchel with him since he planned on staying out longer than just this meeting. Once he spotted her he quickly moved over to her. He didn't hesitate to try and slip an arm around her in a hug as he made to kneel down and let his satchel slip to the ground. "Hey there beautiful. It certainly has been awhile. All is well?" The words were soft spoken as he attempted to nuzzle into the side of her neck. Perhaps he was being overly familiar and affectionate but he could really use a friendly face at this point in time. He just needed someone that wouldn't be quick to shove him away.

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Man I rambled a bit. But damn. They're so cute. ; ; Longest post in a while! O_O WC: 591



Sage's mind was fuzzy and far too busy for her liking. She couldn't calm her thoughts, and rubbed her eyes, head tilting back to try and relieve her mind of the clutter. With a frustrated sigh when it didn't work, she leaned back, the base of a larger tree supporting her light frame. Goldenrod eyes shut tight, trying to hold back tears that tried to force their way out, for no good reason. Her stress had caught up to her, and she was in woe.


Cream fingers reached up to remove some hair from her face, and she took a deep breath in through her nose. As she exhaled, her eyes flew open, wide and alert. She could smell him. Earthy frame shifting forward, large, dark chocolate ears at their full height, she stared out into the green landscape.


Once she could hear his movements, she rose, fully ready to greet him. He came from the direction she hadn't been looking, though, and very nearly surprised her. Messy waves of hair flourished about her head as it whipped around, eyes quickly finding his off-white form.


"Ouija!" she called out, excited. Sage dashed towards him, her feet staying close to the ground as though she skated through the air. She stopped close to him, having longed for a proper, close relationship for months. She hardly felt close to her sisters anymore; they kept to themselves, mostly, now. Sage had seen Clover scarcely, but China had been even more scarce and secretive. Her swollen heart was slowly being punctured. It ached, and she needed comfort.


At his touch, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her moist eyes in his neck, not wanting him to see them. Her eyes shut tight, and every muscle tensed. She remained in his grasp for as long as she could before breaking it, taking a shaky breath and stepping back, yellow eyes falling to his bag as he set it down. Ouija leaned in, his warm breath on her neck as he nuzzled her. Her body relaxed, and thin arms reached up to gently lace around his own neck. It felt so good to touch and be touched again, without fear of being rejected, or worse.


Sage pulled back slightly, her hands still playing softly with the fur at the back of his neck. She had missed his sweet compliments. "Oh, Ouija," she started softly, hardly able to speak, looking into his eyes for a moment before resting her head against his shoulder again. "It's not all well," she said shakily, removing her hands from his neck and trailing them down his chest to wrap them instead around his waist; a more comfortable hug for an upset moment. "Everything feels so out of place, Ouija," she began, not knowing what else to say. Things just felt so wrong, she absolutely had to fix them. But where to start?


For now, being allowed to completely feel her emotions for once was absolutely grand. She had felt the need to hold back for so long; finally, she could just let it out. Something about Ouija allowed her to trust him in a way that she had yet to feel with anyone in Inferni. Once, she'd been close to Talitha, to her sisters. There was too much distance; Sage needed to be closer. At least for the moment, she could be close to Ouija. Resting her head fully on his chest, she tightened her arms around him gently, eyes squeezing shut once again as she tried not to cry.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Zero; It is fine, I don't mind ramble. I already did some of my own. And just so you know canines can't actually cry tears, seeing as there has been discussion about the reality of it, their tears are only produced to clean the eyes; 539 words

He chuckled as he heard his name. "Miss me? Or perhaps excited to see me?" He couldn't help himself, of course he had to exploit the situation. Besides, it felt good to have someone that eager to be in his presence. He hadn't had that for quite some time now. So it was really a refreshing change from what he had started to grow used to. Being away from Anathema seemed to really be working for him. Perhaps it was the influx on non-believers that had soured the place. Those that did nothing to keep themselves protected. Perhaps they had poisoned the place? After all being int he presence of Sage he didn't feel the weight that he had felt back in Anathema.

He held her close for as long as she would allow before she pulled away from him. He certainly didn't mind her touch in the slightest. Actually he craved it. He craved any sort of comforting touch. It would seem that she needed this just as much as he did, if not even more. That became even more apparent as she had spoken up. He made to carefully wrap his arms around her just to keep her close. He didn't have to words to try and make her feel better but the least he could do would be to embrace her. At least through touch he could allow her to know that he was there for her even if he didn't know how to express it through words themselves.

"You too?" The words were spoken quietly as they hinted at the trouble he had been having himself. He tried to gently lift her from the ground just so that he might be able to have a seat, and place her on his lap, without disturbing the hold that she had on him. He didn't want her to think that he was trying to push her away. No, instead he tried to keep her close as he made to shift into a more comfortable position. A position that would allow for a long talk. For now the portrait was the furthest thing from his mind. Right now he only wanted Sage to feel better.

He made to rub at her back and offer her a comforting touch. "Why don't you tell me all about it?" He could listen and offer support that way even if he had no idea what to say to make it all better. Normally he wouldn't seek to press the issue because he didn't want it to feel as if he was trying to pry. But the words she had uttered had opened things up. It seemed clear enough that she wanted to talk about it. And if she didn't then he wouldn't make her. He could easily hold her and keep her close without having to know all of the details. He had done so for others before. They didn't wish to speak on their problems but still he offered his comfort since it was the only thing he could think of to make things better. It simply showed just how much of a physical creature that he was since he always fell back onto it when he didn't have the words.

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Ohh, good point. Well, consider her doing the closest thing to it then. Smile Sooo saaaddd. This may or may not turn mature, we shall see I guess? WC: 416



To Sage's sensitive nose, Ouija just as she'd remembered, with vague hints of the darker scent of Anathema. Despite the inherent risk of nearing that underground pack, she had come, unable to hold back her emotion. She needed a place to express what she felt, and here was perfect. In case of any danger, they could always flee on horseback. Droopy yellow eyes looked around lazily for her horse; he was nearby, still rummaging around the brush for edibles.


In spite of his wolf-dominant heritage, Sage found Ouija truly attractive; his appearance only counted for part of her reasoning. Even so, she knew that her cousins, and even her Aquila Ezekiel would probably frown on her displays of affection towards the painted Anatheman. But if she couldn't find her comfort in her home, she would certainly seek it elsewhere. What was wrong with that?


She was content for once, with his large, warm body wrapped securely around hers. He lifted her, repositioning himself and her, and Sage did not complain. As he sat back down, she nestled herself into his arms fully, one small hand softly tracing the new symbol on his chest. She wondered vaguely what it meant, but before bothering to ask, he invited her to discuss her troubles. She fingered his gris gris for a moment before dropping her head. She hesitated only for a second, breathing a heavy, sad sigh.


"Inferni doesn't like me, Ouija; my own family." Of course it wasn't completely true, and she knew it. But she had sure felt shunned lately, thanks to Talitha."I hardly speak to my sisters, and Daddy has been missing for months." Her features fell even further at mention of her father; she had given up nearly all of the hope she had once so dutifully carried. If he wanted to be found by now, he would have been. "I just don't know what to do," she breathed finally, feeling another surge of emotion as she tensed her muscles uncomfortably.


"I'm sorry," she whispered, suddenly embarrassed by the intensity of emotion she was pouring out on him; she hadn't intended to get him all caught up in her life. Surely, he had enough to deal with himself. Clearing her throat, she looked up at him. "What's going on with you, Ouija? Please tell me," she inquired gently, honestly requesting for him to share. Lightly she nuzzled his neck, encouraging him. Together, she felt they could conquer their troubles; or at least escape them for now.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Zero; Tis fine, just seen discussions on it before. And yes, we shall see because it really doesn't matter either way to me. Ouija will do whatever he wants anyways; 344 words

Ouija quite simply hadn't any prejudices. He didn't see species or genders. No, he only recognized bodies that needed love and affection. In his mind everyone was equal. So no, he didn't see a reason why he should turn Sage away. Especially not when she was so upset and distraught. Instead he made him simply want to hold her closer. To tighten his arms around her and let her know that way that everything would be okay. It would all sort itself out one way or another. After all sometimes you only needed someone to sit there and listen to help things grow better.

He wasn't certain what he could say in response to her concerns. If he did then he would be able to solve his own problems as well. All he could do would be to hold her close. "I am sorry that you are going this. I wish there was a way that I could make everything perfect for you." He really didn't like to see his friends suffer like this. But he had no idea what words would offer any sort of comfort. He was at a complete loss and could do nothing but to attempt to stroke her side in a display of comfort. Physical touch was all that he had to fall back on since he didn't have to words to make everything right again.

The large male shook his head a bit as the question was turned around onto him. "Pretty much the same as you." He was having family issues as well. "My mother has died, my sister refuses to speak to me or acknowledge I exist any longer, and I've lost two friends with both of them leaving without saying a word to me." He had been abandoned by pretty much every single female that had mattered in his life all in a short period of time. "I have to wonder if I am cursed for me to be abandoned so easily." It was the only explanation that he had come up with thus far.

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<3 WC: 321



Ouija had been just the perfect sort of comfort that the earthen Lykoi princess had needed; he sympathized, empathized, and would do anything, it seemed, to please her. Though she would never be one to order him around, she appreciated his company; her ability to speak freely without judgement had been severely restricted as of late, it had seemed, and she'd felt distant. Finally, she could release her emotion to someone who actually understood.


With her head resting softly upon his chest, her eyes staring ahead, half-lidded and sad at his response. Large, sensitive ears could hear his heartbeat, and feel the vibrations moving through his throat as he spoke. In the solemn, silent moments, the sound was odd and silly, and a small smile crept across her face; had it been larger, it may have been out of place. Sage closed her eyes, her head softly shaking a deny to his words.


"No..." she muttered softly, a hand raising to cup his face in her palm, lilting golden eyes gazing up at him with gentle concern. "You musn't think that, Ouija. You're a wonderful gentleman; I am certain you're not cursed," Sage added, her eyes and hands trailing down his neck to grace his gris-gris, thin fingers turning it carefully. "I thought you were protected from curses, though?" A small grin spread across her face, tapping at his gris-gris, an attempt to lighten the somber mood. "If you're cursed, though, then so am I," she finished with firm conviction, both hands snaking up his chest again and around his neck, her fingers interlocking underneath his thick, disheveled dreadlocks. Leaning up, she pressed her dark nose up against his larger pink one in a strange, affectionate gesture. With a natural, soft smile, she pulled back and let her pink tongue flick out just for a moment to meet his lips gently. Sage, for one, was grateful for Ouija.


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OOC here: Table & Coding © Zero; 550 words

Of course Ouija wanted her to be happy. That was just the way that he was. He didn't wish any ill to anyone, especially not to those he would consider a friend. Of course now he wondered if he actually had any of those or he was just mistaken. After all he might think that they were on friendly terms but the other not seeing it as such. But Ouija didn't begrudge anyone. Rather he was more likely to accept that he had misconceived things. That would make even more sense if he were bewitched. That would be a certain cause for things to be misconstrued.

He smiled as she denied his ponderings. While she didn't share in his exact beliefs it was still nice to hear whether it were the truth or not. For the moment he didn't feel cursed. For the moment everything felt right in the world. Perhaps he just needed to get everything out into the air and let the wind carry away his worries. Of course he could be wrong about that as well. But for now everything felt to be okay.

A hand was lifted to attempt to wrap around the one that the female hand placed upon his gris gris. "You are correct. It is meant for good luck and protection. But there are ways around it." And with how easily he had allowed her to touch the talisman someone else could touch it and tamper with it. The effects of it could have been negated through things that others have done whether it was intentional or not. Perhaps it was time to replace this one with a new one. It had been awhile since he had crafted a new one for himself. He had made a couple for the friends that had left him. Hopefully they were safe even if they were no longer with him.

"I doubt that you are cursed. Why should anyone wish you any ill?" He couldn't understand why any would wish to harm Sage. He had never seen her act out against anyone. She had only ever been welcoming and affectionate around him. Not to mention that she was talented. Granted the work that the meeting had been set up so it could be delivered had been forgotten about for the moment. Instead he only returned her lick. His arms made to wrap around her body to hold her closer and more tightly to his own. He kept his nose pressed against her nose as he stared into her eyes and made to lick at her lips once again. Just like before he wanted her to know that she was in control and he would only do what it was that she allowed and wanted. He would allow for her to make the first move or hint should she desire something more than what they were sharing at the moment. After all he didn't want to misread the desire for simple affection and the reassurance that one was still wanted to mean that more than just cuddling was on the menu. Especially since cuddling was the only way Ouija really knew how to offer comfort since he wasn't certain of the words to use in such situations. So he relied on touch to get across his feelings.

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