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Gotham Phoenix · 08-03-2011, 11:33 AM

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This is open for anyone but Savina, and set the day after they talk. He's just north of the waterfall.

The talk with his mother had left Gotham feeling as if he had done something wrong by isolating himself. It had been the only solution, he had thought, after months of binging on alcohol and nights of blacking out. He did not remember much from that time, and this filled him with further shame. Sometimes he could recall women, though he knew their faces no longer. Often he simply recalled the horrible sensation of the days after, where his blood felt like poison and his stomach emptied itself to the point he believed it could collapse. Since he had sworn himself to sobriety, things had become better.

His lupus form was taken today, for as he often did the dark man was on the hunt. Not for food, of course, but for insects. This hobby was one that had been reborn in his time home, though he did not expect to find anything remarkable today. Feet carried him north, towards the river; this way even if he didn’t find any interesting bugs he could snatch up a fish (or three). Gotham’s body was large and sturdy despite neglecting physical conditioning—he was not out of shape, but certainly no Adonis.

While he certainly found the waterfall pretty, his interest was before it began. He followed the river northwards, stopping as he came to a slow patch made up of semi-deep pools. Insects a-plenty meant fish. A few steps into one of these pools startled everything away, but a few minutes of stillness brought them back. Gotham smiled; he found the forgetfulness of small things quite amusing.

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Krystalle Horzana · 08-03-2011, 12:16 PM

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Mmm...craptastic post. I also totally almost posted with Ghita and forgot that I dropped her. FailKi.

The children were driving her nuts. Two months had passed and their curiosities and whining and general annoyances hadn't faded. Now she realized why she'd avoided them back home — they were driving her up the wall. Leaving Piccolo Village without them had been a blessing. Mars could deal, they were his kids too.

Flipping through the pages of some hard-covered book or another, she found herself wandering without destination, pink eyes reading the words on time-worn pages. Books were a thing that always gave her peace, but something her children did not feel the same about. Paz preferred to chew on the grass, watching animals and poking at flowers while her brother...well, Krystalle couldn't be sure what it was that Amon did with his time. Neither were old enough to really do much. She guessed that it was better that way — there was less to worry about, even though they drove her up the wall.

The waterfall distracted her just as she started to read sentences of passion, lust and debauchery. Floppy ears, unable to really show a sense of emotion, twitched and wiggled as her eyes found the source of the crashing sounds — dropping off of the rocks, the water left a misty spray she had no desire to get closer to, and so she changed her path. Following the river northwards, back into her pages that offered a release from the real world, she tried to think more clearly. Her senses dulled by the water nearby, she didn't realize another was in the area until the last moment. Pink eyes lifted from the pages to find the shape of the dark young man who was peering so diligently into the depths of...something.

Curiosity taking over her, she inched closer to the pools and the watchful blue eyes until she was able to look down into them with as much ease. "Anythin' int'restin', mi querido?"

Gotham Phoenix · 08-09-2011, 03:15 PM

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Sorry for the delay, I've been trying to get up to speed with him X-X

It was by chance he heard the approach, and chided himself for wanting to flee. Savina was right—he needed to see others. A deep breath was taken to ensure he did not move and startle the fish. Of course, he could not hide his reaction when he spotted the woman. Shock played across his features; she was a dog! A dog without a tail! Gotham had only ever seen another dog, and Io had been…well, unique. He couldn’t remember much from those days, for alcohol had fueled him and wiped away the memories.

But this woman, she was unique and had a high-worn style of hair he did not recognize. If she had been paler, he might have thought her albino because of her eyes. Remembering his manners suddenly, Gotham’s ears went back slightly and he looked apologetically back at his feet. “Just trying to fish,” he explained. Trying made him sound like a child, but most of his teenage cockiness had been shattered when he had to face his mother and realize what a monster he had become. Suddenly, though, something was equally as interesting as the water around his paws. “What was that you spoke?” It sounded similar to Italian, but the inflection was different.

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Krystalle Horzana · 08-10-2011, 11:23 AM

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ooc

Surprise matched the boy's shock, as she'd never been met with someone who was unfamiliar with her outward appearance. In the southwest, she had thought dogs a common sight — her father's family was built on dog blood, and the Nakzhian people accepted it, while California had garnered no real acquaintances. San Solace, they had turned her out for the dog blood. Did he think much the same way they had? All of her ease of mind grouped together and hid beneath a cover of anxiety, focused in the traces of a smile. Would he shun her? It would be strange to be in such a situation again, shunned for something that wasn't her choice.

Instead of turning her away, however, he tried to explain what he was doing and all at once her unease disappeared, to be replaced with the bright and cheerful smiling features of the old Krystalle. "Fishin's nice, don' really fish much myself -- ain't got a reason to, ch'know?" She hated the cold waters of the north as much as she hated the north itself. Why had she come again? For Mars? What a joke that had been -- he didn't even want her there.

The conversation always turned to language, it seemed, as it had with Ehno in the forest, and so she wasn't surprised when he asked what she'd spoken. Her head titled, pink eyes focusing on the water at his paws, more interested in the fish there than her own tongue. "Espanol. Ma taught me; learned back home, way far away, ch'know? Not around here -- too damn cold here for them." And for her and her babbling jaws.

Gotham Phoenix · 08-19-2011, 12:03 AM

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Who sucks? Mel sucks.

She seemed good-natured enough, and the dark male was glad for that. He was frightened about running into a woman again, especially given his past few incidents, and worrisome Gotham had to remind himself to be careful about what he did and said. Blue eyes focused on her face, admiring the soft curves and the spotting around her muzzle. It was unique, given how many wolves he had encountered in the past. Io had been the only exception, but she was hardly comparable to this Spanish beauty.

A smile broke across his face at the mention of her language and the idea of Canada being too cold. She must have been from somewhere south then. “My mother taught me Italian. It sounds like your Espanol,” he explained, twisting the word with the flair of his own foreign tongue. A fish swam by his foot, and Gotham jerked his hand into the water. Wiggling, a fish gasped for air as he tossed it onto the bank. Another apologetic smile crossed his broad face. “I’ll catch you one, if you’d like.”

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Krystalle Horzana · 08-19-2011, 04:56 PM

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Pff. If Mel sucks, Kiki sucks. >:|

She didn't notice any unnecessary attention from the dark, young wolf, and found herself wholly entranced by the little civilization that resided in the pools at his feet. She crouched to study it further, watching as the fish scattered when a white-tipped hand dipped into the water, only to return after a few minutes. A laugh filtered out of her jaws. "Fish are stupid, huh?" She spoke to whoever was listening, whether it be the dark male or no one. Easily distracted as she was, she looked up to the tall man when he spoke, bringing up Italian with a smile on his jaws.

The Latin woman took a moment to really study the black-furred wolf as he caught a fish that flopped and gasped on the land. He was a handsome man, and his ability to fish was more than she knew. As he smiled again, the stub of her tail wiggled under the dress Mars had made for her. I'll catch one, if you'd like. She laughed and gave a nod, sidling up to the young man as she studied the water. "Teach me how?" She'd never bothered to learn, instead spending all of her time reading books, and he offered a chance to learn a new experience.

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