(M) - shoot a peace slug, drop a love bomb

Barrett · 07-22-2011, 09:54 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Private for Ezra! Also... dammit! The topic number for this was so close to ending in 420!! XD #371

The sun gasped its dying breaths and stained the skies blood red. Barrett understood what these vivid colours signalled. Fair weather was on the way—but as far as he was concerned, it was already here. The faintest breeze combed through the tall grasses of the sprawling countryside and teased at the mocha male's mottled fur. The yearling navigated the familiar terrain with ease; nearly all of the territory claimed by Crimson Dreams was situated in Shiloh Hills, but the male had crossed the border nearly an hour ago. He'd been a good dog and done a sweep of the perimeter, and now it was time for a treat.

He half hoped he'd encounter the enchanting and splendid Sage again, but alas, the young woman was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, today he'd planned ahead and came well stocked with a few pre-rolled joints. Once he reached some arbitrarily satisfactory distance from the pack, he paused atop a small knoll. His black nostrils flared as he tested the air, all while his pale yellow eyes searched the surrounding scenery for movement. There were enough random scents in the area, but none of them seemed especially fresh—in any case, he didn't see anyone immediately nearby.

He descended into a gully as an added precaution. A mason jar was stuffed in his right pocket—a tight fit, to the extent he could not take a seat without removing it—and he now wrestled it free. He sat in the cool grass and unscrewed the lid. Helix seemed to recognise what this meant and slowly crawled towards the opening. Barry delighted in this responsiveness, in watching the tiny creature move at his “prompting,” but he soon reached in with a finger to expedite the process. He then scootched over to some wildflowers and deposited the gastropod at their base.

Barrett unceremoniously wiped whatever slime off his hands, then fished in his other pocket. Ah, yes, this was what he was looking for. With an adept flick of his thumb and a quick drag, the cig was lit. The wolf reclined against the hillside, watching the rose-tinted clouds slowly evaporate from the sky. A few stars were already visible between them; it would be a clear night.

Ezra Rosen · 07-24-2011, 09:53 PM

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Ever’s sickness was wearing. She was in bed a lot, she hurt, and her mood swings agitated the male every so often to the point where he needed to get out for a while. Ezra knew this wasn’t anything that was going tokill her because she started smelling like a wolf that was pregnant. Ezra couldn’t admit it, he didn’t want to admit it, but her ‘disease’ was probably that. But Ever had yet to tell him if she had seen an apothecary or not. She was even getting a little bit fatter, which amused Ezra even though he would never tell her that to her beautiful, (perhaps) pregnant face. The whole situation to him was confusing and a little bit tiresome.

Despite his care and attention to her all day long he needed out. Ezra was getting cabin fever in his bungalow again. Using hunting as an excuse (Ever was eating more these days…) the secui male stepped out of his home and took off on a run like he always did when stress was piling up in his life. The husky wolf fled south as the sky turned blood red, and as dusk arrived he was out of the kingdom and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Fireflies appeared around the male, and he stared at them with a puppy’s innocence. They always were his favorite part of the summer. Ezra loved the idea of an animal glowing from within and illuminating their insides. Ezra grinned as he panted, duo-toned eyes closing in with glee that he could get out of his house. He was liberated, at least momentarily, and he was loving every second of it. He just needed some alone time to recharge and get a hold of himself, then of course he would return.

A whiff of something familiar passed his charcoal nose; eyes whipping open, he searched frantically for the source of the smell. It was the same intoxicating substance Sage had shown him not too long ago, and ever since their encounter the male had been dying to smoke it again. Ezra set off at a trot, nose to the air, following the scent trail. He plodded through the grass for a while, going in circles for a bit but eventually his eyes gazed upon a mysterious figure on the ground. Curious, the secui let out a quick friendly bark that only showed the Duke’s good intentions. The figure reeked of the neighboring Crimson Dreams pack, a group he had never directly interacted with before. Seeing as the male didn’t seem particularly fearsome, Ezra continued on.

He emerged from the other side of the meadow, taking in the scene before him. “You wouldn’t happen to know Sage River Lykoi, would you?” His princess of Marijuana. Ezra smiled, wagging his tail, motioning his colossal head to the joint between the stranger’s fingers.

Barrett · 07-24-2011, 10:44 PM

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Thank god Naniko wanted nothing to do with him when it came to raising their litter. In no way, shape, or form was he ready to be a parent; hell, he'd probably blow a gasket if he was expected to wait on her day in and day out throughout the pregnancy. His bedside manner was terrible; whenever he got sick or injured as a kid, his parents told him “man up” or “walk it off.” Maserati had doted over her son when he was very young, of course, but once it became clear his aspirations weren't very high, she became far less sympathetic. Consequentially, his capacity for empathy ran a little low. He was never malicious, but when it came to high-stress situations, he'd sooner duck out than stick around offering comfort or pity.

Regardless, the brood that would carry his blood was the last thing on his foggy mind. A friendly bark roused him from whatever shallow reverie he could claim, and his head rolled in the grass to behold a dichromatic hybrid. Boy, wasn't he surprised when the other male dropped the name of the lovely Inferni princess! Sage got around, apparently—but it suited her well enough, she seemed... pretty free-spirited. “Hah; wouldn't you know, I just met her earlier this week,” he replied, plucking the joint from his mouth and flicking the ash aside. He propped himself up on his elbows and waved with one hand for the other to join him. “If you're looking to smoke, I'm down for some company... just watch out for Helix,” he said, pointing at the small spiral-shelled creature crawling amongst the vegetation.

Ezra Rosen · 07-27-2011, 12:31 PM

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The mocha man before him was welcoming enough, and when the male said he knew Sage, the hybrid wagged his tail happily in response. This could perhaps be quite the interesting run-in, after all, if he knew Sage. The stranger seemed friendly enough and was willing to provide Ezra with the herb he so desired. He plodded over happily, his attitude making a 180° flip the moment he walked over to the charcoal-hued man who was ever so welcoming.

Ezra waited to speak until he sat down next to the male in the meadow, smiling for the first time all day. “That would be lovely, thank you,” he said politely to the offer, and the Dreamer pointed to the bizarre creature that seemed to…glow in the grass. “What a peculiar thing,” Ezra said dreamily, gently taking a paw to the creature, tapping it to make sure it was real. “I’m Ezra, by the way, from the Kingdom,” Even though he felt like it was a require thing to state ones rank, the hybrid assumed this would be… a little more casual than most interactions Ezra had been in lately. It wasn’t long before the male had his whole body sprawled in the meadow, panting gleefully with the wonderful freedom (and company) he had come across.

Barrett · 07-28-2011, 08:36 PM

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The hybrid was an impressive beast with a sizeable and sturdy build that likely persisted even in Natural form, although any brawniness was clearly exacerbated by the Halfling's stocky physique; perhaps in another time or place, Barry would have feared the stranger's approach. But for everything, he was good at reading body language and energy, and he understood that Ezra was not a threat. The husky mix was friendly—as most who partook in this drug were.

He also seemed impressed by the snail. Helix withdrew quickly into the confines of his shell at Duke's gentle prodding, but as the bicoloured male settled down nearby, he poked his eyestalks back out. The mocha yearling chuckled to himself as he took another drag. “The more the merrier, right?” he said, passing it off as soon as Ezra could take it. “And oh yeah, I'm Barrett—Barry, whatever,” he replied with another amicable flop of his tail.

The boy wondered vaguely what the “Kingdom” was; the best he could do was match the other man's scent to the neighbouring pack. He never gave his rank, even when meeting other Dreamers—and he rarely announced his pack to the other denizens of Nova Scotia. Hell, he usually didn't even bother to tack on his surname. What was he going to say? Oh yes, kind chap, I am Barrett Poer de Aika XIII, Patrician of Crimson Dreams. 'Cause that didn't sound pretentious. Strangely, something that would make him cringe coming out of his own mouth seemed simply polite coming from Ezra—the nuances of spoken formalities eluded him sometimes.

“Good to get out once in awhile, eh?” Perhaps subconsciously, he'd picked up on the father-to-be's discontent... but mostly he was just making conversation.

Ezra Rosen · 07-28-2011, 08:49 PM

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The man that soon introduced himself as Barry proved to be an agreeable albeit quirky character. Ezra had never met another fellow that had a pet that kept him close by in a jar. Alae and Niro had their birds, Ezra and Ever had their horses, but both of those animals served a purpose. This… illuminating animal was for company? He didn’t really get the purpose of it. Ezra watched Helix, dumbfounded, as it inched across the grass leaving behind a trail of slime. When the animal stopped moving for a moment, the Duke looked up at his companion, took the joint, and gave him a huge grin in thanks.

“Thanks a lot man, you have no idea how much I needed this,” Ezra said cryptically, exhaling the smoke with a sigh. “My home has been a bit crazy these last few days,” Ezra wasn’t the kind to unload every miniscule detail of his life onto strangers, but he was clearly frazzled and stressed… and Barry did ask. “Girl troubles, you know how it is,” He said with a smirk as he exhaled once more.

Barrett · 08-03-2011, 01:32 AM

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“Oh yeah? Think nothing of it—if you catch me in Halifax, I've got a lot more to trade,” he said, emphasising the extensiveness of his supply by holding his hands together, then spreading them far apart. And it only got better by the day; it was a beautiful thing. There was no dry spell on the horizon. Generous as he was in his dealings, his reserve stockpile continued to increase steadily—the stuff grew like... well, a weed. Even when the winter frost claimed the outdoor crops, he'd still have the greenhouse to fall back on.

“And oh, do I ever,” he consoled the black and white husky mix, nodding his head sagely. “'ve gotten in enough trouble there for the both of us,” he mused, “so hopefully nothing too bad on your end, eh?” Surely nobody had as much talent as he did when it came to diving head first into nonsense with the ladies. It was odd; in his youthful recklessness and naivety, he would have never guessed such casual, “no strings attached” affairs would come with... so many strings attached. It would be refreshing to hear another perspective.

Ezra Rosen · 08-17-2011, 04:43 PM

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I suck, but hopefully this pretty table makes up for it XD

The curious creature on the grass oozed slowly around the two males as the hybrid stared at it, his stoned eyes glazing over. Helix was a wonderful thing for the man to discover and now that his panting had subsided from his run, he breathed slowly and deliberately with the intention of appearing calm before he broke out into his story. Ezra debated for a moment of whether or not to dump his problems on the multihued stoner, but figured an abridged tale would be best. He definitely seemed nice enough to offer an ear up for a listen, anyway.

“I think my mate’s pregnant,” he said suddenly, looking at his new acquaintance with a mix of fear and horror. “I’m not… entirely sure what to do about it. Or how I feel about it. She’s been going a bit crazy, though, and I’m not sure if she likes the idea either.” at least he was telling the truth. Were the two even ready for kids yet? They had talked about it, of course, but the hybrid still had some reservations. It would be an immense struggle, at least at first.

But the thought of a little Rosen boy getting tripped up in his big hybrid feet made Ezra smile, even if it was very faint. He took another drag and quickly his smile faded.

Barrett · 08-18-2011, 10:16 PM

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That is one pretty table :O

“Really?” he perked up, voicing the word rhetorically. He didn't think anyone would make something of this nature up, and Ezra seemed genuinely … concerned, he just found it laughably coincidental. Go figure. Times like these, he almost believed in some cosmic driving force—almost. What were the odds that he would run into another smoker out here in this no man's land, and that they'd both be grappling with impending fatherhood?

Suddenly, Barrett wasn't sure if his situation was better or worse. “At least she's your mate,” he snorted flatly, ambiguously. The implications behind his words became more obvious as he followed up: “and not some random woman old enough to be your grandmother.” He gazed off into the distance, expression unreadable. “Didn't even know her name at the time,” he mused strangely, adding “apparently she's an Alpha, too.” What a clusterfuck.

Then he shrugged and glanced back to his companion. “She doesn't expect anything from me, though.” That made it better, and he was able to play the whole thing off casually, but deep down, he was still perplexed by the whole situation. “What about your mate... Do you love her? I'm sure you'll be fine,” he offered reassuringly. He had to believe that made a difference. Despite his willy-nilly romps and the drama with Morgan, he hadn't completely given up on the idea of love yet.

Ezra Rosen · 08-19-2011, 03:43 PM

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….XD Barrett is hilarious.

Ezra held out the joint back to his friend, not wanting to be a hog. The stuff was absolutely wonderful, but it wasn’t his and he felt bad for smoking a lot of it. As the male spoke, Ezra let out a snort at Barrett’s comment of his one night stand’s age. Well, it seemed like they were both screwed. “Nice going,” was all that the stoned man said at first, taking in the multi-hued man’s situation. The whole thing just sounded absurd. “Well, if she’s an alpha, at least they will be well taken care of.” He figured a little reassurance would be nice for the sable man. Besides, if Barrett were to ever meet them, he might be won over. Family often had that effect on people.

Barrett mentioned Ever, and his question shocked the Lord “Oh, very very much. She’s absolutely perfect. Just young and inexperienced … and a worrier,” He said with a grin. “I wouldn’t mind having a son, though,” the thought seemed absolutely terrifying and amazing at the same time. “My family is very far away, so having some here would be …” he searched for the right word. “Nice,” was all Ezra said He hated how pathetic that sounded.

Barrett · 09-06-2011, 08:09 AM

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Sorry about the huge delay >_o My fault, but this is getting really outdated in my timelines... maybe we could wrap it up soon?

Barrett accepted what was left of the dwindling joint and took a few hearty puffs while Ezra offered some friendly words of encouragement. The Dreamer nodded with a reflective "Mmm" of agreement. He didn't doubt the children would be fine--he just wondered how much they would ever be his. The teen was lucky to have been raised by both his parents, but his own mother was adopted. He knew how these things sometimes worked. It had taken her--and his uncle even more-so--quite some time to accept Anselm into their lives. Even now, the O'Clavins were more like Maserati and Detroit's "real family" than the de le Poers of Nova Scotia would ever be. Fortunately for Anselm, the next generation brought new hope--Barry considered him his true maternal grandfather, although he still loved and respected Gale dearly. Family wasn't just about blood, but being there. And already, he had a hunch he wouldn't be winning any "Father of the Year" awards for being there for his kids.

Sometimes he wondered if he ought to feel guilty, but then he seemed to remember that there was no use. He reasoned it was best to just let Naniko do her own thing; by the sound of it, she'd been down this road before. It was quite possible he would mess more up trying to force it than just butting out early. Still, he wanted to go see her at least once. And from there...? Well, he'd have to play it by ear. There wasn't any sense in trying to nail down plans, not when the future was so uncertain. The boy listened as his companion continued--he didn't sound totally convinced, either, but he at least seemed optimistic about the future. Barry was content to feed off this energy for now and put his own dour thoughts aside. He flicked the dying roach aside, lit a second joint, took a good drag, and passed it off. "Well, of all the places to raise a kid, a Kingdom sounds like one of the best, eh?" he mused. "And if nothing else, you'll have each other," he added.

"Where's that at, by the way?" he wondered, furthering the conversation. "Your family, I mean. Most of my folks are inland, near the US-Canada border... but I have some distant relatives up north in Nova Scotia." A laugh, somewhat random and inexplicable. "Eh, most of my business is up that way, I guess. Dunno why I'm still kicking around down here... just feels like I'm supposed to or somethin'," he elaborated with a shrug. Surely Ezra understood--if his family was far away, he must have dispersed to come here, too.

Ezra Rosen · 09-21-2011, 05:20 PM

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yeah that’s fine haha. We can close it after one more round? Either way, Barry and Ezzie need a new thread together :3
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Even though Ezra wasn’t going to voice his complaint, the fact that his new acquaintance decided to ditch his kids wasn’t something Ezra would have ever done. Ezra’s family raised him to put family first, planned or unplanned. His new brood of children would one day be the only living remnants of the hybrid, and he wouldn’t risk losing a connection with his children just because they weren’t meant to happen. They were gifts, lessons, and even packages of joy sometimes. Ezra knew he would teach all the right lessons to his son (or daughter), and he couldn't wait for the moment when they would teach him lessons.

The wolfdog’s mind wandered, trying to imagine his friend with children running in between his legs. He chuckled at the thought (and the expression he imagined Barry having), and realized it was probably for the best that he wasn’t raising any children. But who knew, maybe the loner would have a change of heart one day. Ezra surely hoped he did, because now that Ezra was slowly starting to accept the things that were coming in the future he felt … excited? Happy? It would be a change, that was definite.

“My family is from up north… sled dog country,” he said happily, motioning to his pelt. “I think it’s the area that the humans used to call Newfoundland. My family lived on the territory of our old owners after they died, until my father and mother decided to leave. I don’t know what I was doing down here, either,” the male said with a grin “ I left home to go experience things and come back but then I found Ever, so I can’t really leave anymore. I don’t mind. I quite like it here. Much warmer,” another smile graced his large face as he took a drag from the joint offered to him.

Barrett · 09-24-2011, 07:10 AM

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<3 Yes, yes they dooo~

Barry had a hunch a lot of wolves (especially women) would judge him for his actions and subsequent irresponsibility. It wasn't a story he intended to share often, but there was something strangely therapeutic about unloading all of it on a near stranger. Maybe it was just because he'd shared some weed and they weren't well acquainted, but whatever the case, Ezra's silence on the matter was welcomed and fostered a sense of camaraderie. The mottled youth had acted impulsively and thoughtlessly, yes, but now that the deed was done, he didn't feel the answers were so simple, and he appreciated not being chastised for his decision. After all, what was he to do? Move some hundred miles away to live with a woman that had used sex to get drugs from him? He could see it being less clear-cut if he and Naniko were courting when the conception occurred, but they were strangers. He didn't fit into her life any better than she fit into his. He would make some half-assed attempt to see his kids sometimes, no doubt, but he knew he did not belong in Anathema.

The hybrid's tales, meanwhile, were a welcome distraction. “Newfoundland,” he repeated thoughtfully, doing his best to remember his geography lessons. Barrett never made it that far north; he wasn't sure he ever would. “Can you see the Night Lights up there?” he wondered. “The aurora, I mean. I've heard it's amazing,” he reflected. Maybe someday he would get up there to see it himself--sounded like a proper trip, it did. Unfortunately, the journey itself did, too. “Anyway, it's good you've found what you're looking for. I think I'mma be around Nova Scotia awhile now, too, but it's nice to know I could always go back home if I wanted.” He was babbling now, but it felt right. “You should stop by my joint in southeastern Halifax sometime, if you wanna,” he suggested somewhat randomly. “Gotta lot more bud there, if you ever want to get away,” he clarified with a shrug. “Suppose we both oughta get back to wherever we're supposed to be for now, though, eh?” He coaxed Helix back into his jar and rose with a stretch. “Keep what's left of it for the road, yea?” he offered, grinning a thanks to his new friend. He hoped they'd cross paths again someday; Ezra's company had been quite enjoyable.

Ezra Rosen · 10-03-2011, 06:49 PM

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Woo, I haven’t completed a thread in forever. Wahoo!

You can’t, but when I was traveling around a few years ago I saw it. It was incredible. Nothin’ like it.” The man had only been that far north for a week or so in the summer when he was traveling and was blessed to see it. He thought about those mysterious green lights wistfully as he watched Helix ooze on the grass. He would give anything to be back up there, watching them. It had been so peaceful, and now that peaceful moments were few and far between in Ezra’s life, he wanted that simpler time back.

Barrett mentioned Halifax, and Ezra’s mind stopped being foggy as he listened to his friend. That sounds great, I’ll definitely swing by next time I’m there. I usually go to Halifax once every six weeks or so for supplies… I built my entire house out of scraps my mate and I collected. It was quite the task.” Ezra smiled back at his companion as he rose to leave as well. I’m sure I’ll see you soon, good luck with everything. Hopefully Ezra could talk Barry into visiting his kids some day; if not, well, Ezra had his own kids coming that he could have a relationship if the loner ever wanted to.

Barrett · 10-09-2011, 03:57 AM

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Short & late Dx -Sucks at ending posts.-

He could see them leaning back into the couch with their feet kicked up on the table, sipping vodka and smoking a blunt, swapping stories and trade tips while the children tumbled through the gardens outside. One day, anyway--it didn't seem as distant or preposterous as it might've a couple months ago. Life (or Luck) had thrown him a bone once more: in the face of all this apprehension and uncertainty, he had something to look forward to. He wouldn't walk this onerous path alone; he would go with a friend. Even if they were both inexperienced fathers, Ezra's years on the Dreamer (and genuine dedication) would likely afford him greater wisdom sooner. Barry would gladly leach off of any knowledge or experience in exchange for fleeting refuge from the pressures of family life. Hilsburn, at least for the foreseeable future, would stay a carefree bachelor pad open to all forms of debauchery and merriment.

For now, he offered a quick, firm nod and a slight, bright smile as a final farewell. “Adios, amigo,” he bade quietly as they about-faced and went their separate ways. He made a hazy mental note to inquire about Ezra's construction project next time they met. Maybe he'd even see the house first hand someday. Or he could show the bi-coloured hybrid the old covered bridge he fixed up in Crimson Dreams. They could discuss tools and techniques once they exhausted any "baby talk," yes... they were men after all. Truthfully, Ezra was the first (unrelated) male he really connected with since his arrival in Nova Scotia; it would seem a little queer to admit it, but he really hoped this bond would strengthen and last.

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