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Razekiel Lykoi · 08-06-2011, 12:47 AM

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Banks of East River, a little ways west of Raz's hut. For Noah!

"You probably would not like these," Razekiel smiled, fingertips scarlet with the berry juice, shrugging Lark's great and curious head off his shoulder. "You are a horse. You eat grass, not berries. Besides, my big blue wonder, these are not for eating. Much too sour, you see."

Lark followed him with high knees and a contented trot as the Seiryu browsed bush to bush, puffing from a joint balanced in his teeth and humming a tone-deaf tune to himself. At times, he paused to, once again, lick at the berry juice on his fingers, only to find, once again, that the juice was still bitter to taste like it was last time and that the slow onset of the drug in his teeth had not yet changed it. Ah, why did he keep trying, then? Perhaps there was just something addicting about what he simply could not have.

The stallion nudged at the coyote's back with his great black head and flaring brown snout and nostrils, blowing and snorting air disapprovingly as the Seiryu once again chuckled and shook his head. "Do you really wish to try these, silly Lark? Here, take a try, man, if you so insist. They do say, 'Curiosity slightly discouraged the not-very-fluffy blue cat with the big brown eyes.'" The horse, though it gave him a puzzled look as most people did, lowered his snout to the coyote's open palm and scooped up the berries between his teeth, only to gag and sputter and stomp his feet all the way to the water's edge to wash the taste away. The Seiryu nearly doubled over in airy, charmed laughter, and with that continued the task at hand.

"They are for staining, not for eating," the hippie smiled to himself as Lark snorted and glared his way once more. Each picked berry was delicately placed inside the open jar, the glass smeared with the red-violet smudges of his fingers. "Crush them, and they make for a temporary paint, man."

Pausing, the coyote traced a heart around his left eye with a painted finger, bright red against dark fur. "See?" He burst into laughter once more, doubled with the contented and entertained stomps of the bobbing and neighing Lark. They could not have made a stranger duo.

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Noah · 08-07-2011, 09:13 AM

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He had allowed the mare a day or rest, she had been working hard and the male did not want to over work her. Beside it never hurt the male to walk, even if he was still getting use to taking Amzi around with him, the kitten easily got distracted, and then was when Noah would have to go over and pick the fluffy kitten up by his nap and would place him back on the path, some days the kitten was better than other, but the silver male was getting a taste of what it was like to have a pup that he called his own. Well you really can’t call a pup, or a cub your own, but they seemed to bond to you, so in a way they do become property. You need to take care of them, teach them right from wrong, and even give them the love and attention that they want.

The silver male and the kitten moved as the male was thankful he was easy to walk upon the three legs, as the kitten would bob in between his legs and then would stop looking up at him with a chirp, it was his way of laughing, Noah chuckled him-self and he would lower his head down and give the kitten a bump to move him along. The male heard the chattering of the male leader. The star gazer did not want to be rude but he should see if there was anything that the male needed. Noah stood there for a second before he turned his head away to move on, and leave the male to his peaceful quite time.

Amzi meowed out, as he took off running towards the sound, Noah’s head spun around, not feeling the young tom at his side. ”AMZI!” Noah squeaked out, he wasn’t upset, more flustered that once again the young tom had taken off on him. Turning around the tripod followed the tom. The fluffy tawny cougar cub stopped near the horse, as he lowered his body down to the ground, with a shimmer in his eyes that let everyone know that he was up to no good. The young tom, gave a playful growl. Noah was overcome with worry as he ran over to the cub snapping him up by his scruff, the Sawtooth male backed up dropping him down as he dipped his head down to the leader.”Sorry Sir!” The Sawtooth male wasn’t wanting his kitten to get banned from the pack lands, but he also didn’t want his cub to get hurt.

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-08-2011, 09:17 PM

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For a little while longer Razekiel giggled and gurgled laughter, calming only when the stallion rejoined him. Chatting to the horse contentedly, the coyote crushed a few more berries and began to draw lines beneath Lark's right eye, the paint once again bright scarlet until it dried. After a few seconds' drawing, the Seiryu stepped back and chuckled, shaking his head. Beneath the horse's eye was, well, a Chaos Star. "There, Lark, now you're a Lykoi too, yeah?" He laughed heartily, and pulled down his lower lip where his own star was hidden. Once again, the two "laughed" with one another, the stallion stomping his feet and bobbing his head merrily.

Lark halted suddenly, however, and snorted loudly; following the horse's gaze, Razekiel noticed the small cub as well and cocked his head to the side. Lark lowered his head and twitched his tail and ears playfully, neighing a challenge at the stalking cat, but a wash of grays blew past and scooped up the little predator much before anything could happen. Razekiel stumbled out of surprise, holding his head: "Ahhhh, woooaaaah!"

Cat in arms, Noah straightened up and apologized in a flurry of anxiety and desperation. Razekiel might have ordinarily calmed him and assured him there was no harm done, but the hippie's tendencies for being easily distracted kicked in, and with sparkling eyes the coyote rushed up and nearly bumped noses with the cat in the Gen'un's arms. "He's so cute!" the coyote exclaimed, immediately swiping Amzi from Noah and dancing around in circles with him raised up into the air, squealing and giggling all the while. "What's his name, what's his name?!"

Lark only snorted irritably, perhaps even jealousy, and stalked back to the riverside to drink. From time to time, he shot angry stares over his shoulder.

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Noah · 08-08-2011, 09:55 PM

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The star gazing obsessed male watched as the leader hands moved with a blaze picking up his cub, the silver male tried to tighten his grip on his kitten, the male was sure that the leader would have the cub be taken back to its home, and Noah just couldn’t do that since his horse killed it’s mother. The silver male felt like it was his duty to now take the cub and raise it the best he could. His duo colored eyes widen with amazement as the Lykoi took the cub and twilled around with the golden cub. Noah found him-self without a word to say, as his jaw slightly dropped down. The male was acting like a teenage yearling female seeing something fluffy and cute, from the guy she “loved”. The silver Gen'un gulped as he forced the words to come to his mouth. ”Amzi, Sire.” Noah wasn’t sure what else to say. It was clear that he was no Jefferson, Jefferson would have given him one of his gruff looks and maybe said something mean and give him a talking to but maybe in the long would have allowed him to keep the cat after Noah told him how and why he was keeping him.

The male looked over to the grayish blue horse, the male could see that there was something that was bothering him, Noah knew that if he would take a wild stab in the dark it was that he wasn’t happy this his friend had something new in his hand and he was acting like a child with it. Noah was looking back and for the as he coughed. ”Mmmer…Sire?!” Noah gave a nod of his head towards stallion that stood over by the water that would look over to the three of them.

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-10-2011, 11:33 PM

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Whether the little feline enjoyed the spinning, high-pitched squeals or blatant clouds of marijuana in its eyes and nose, Razekiel did not know, but it was fairly obvious Noah was not quite enjoying it. Stricken with a mixed expression of terror and confusion, the boy bleached and mumbled something barely audible beneath the Seiryu's excitement. After a moment more of obnoxious happiness before the coyote giggled and handed the little cat back to its owner. "Amzi, Amzi, Amzi. A fine name!" he exclaimed, winking at the boy once, then following his gaze to the clearly envious stallion by the water.

"Oh, Lark, you know you're the only one for me," he pleaded with the horse jovially, rushing over and caressing his neck and mane (only to be shouldered away and neighed at). The coyote laughed wholeheartedly; the two made quite the display in their antics, and it seemed even the Seiryu was aware of it.

Sauntering back to Noah with one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around a smoking joint, the prince smiled comfortably and shrugged. "Now, I know we were never really introduced, man, but you should know my name's not Sire. I've sired children, though." Stupid laughter, yet again. "Razekiel Lykoi, stargazer; just call me the Raz-man, yeah? If you came lookin' for good dyeing berries, you found the motherload, man. Help yourself."

Noah · 08-16-2011, 09:57 AM

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The leader had handed the cub back to Noah, the Sawtooth male coughed a bit from the smoke that the male seemed to live in, petting the cub. Truth be told Noah was thankful that the male had not yelled at him for the wild actions of the cub. These lands where proving to the male day after day somehow that things were different here, it was more peaceful. Weather that was because Jefferson single handed took care of the biggest treat that where was to all of the female of these lands, or whether it was because of the leaders Noah did not know time would tell him and help him figure out more and more things.

Watching the male leader love on his horse, there was quite an odd relationship the two had. Though if it worked, that was great. Marie and Amiz where still working on that bond that they needed. Though the stallion only seemed to push the coyote male away with a neigh. Noah shifted his one ear to where it was sitting forward. Noah’s hand was unknowingly stroking the fluffy cub’s back.

The leader introduced him-self with his full name, then said to call him ‘Raz-man’ what a strange and odd request. Noah just wasn’t sure if it was proper to be that laid back with the leader, something about it just didn’t seem right. He gulped and offered up a small quite unsure nod of his head. “Your command i..eh…eh..is my wish Sire…er….Raz-mmmmhh…” No he just couldn’t do it, the male was a leader for a reason, and it wasn’t to have such a laid back relationship with its members. The male shook his head, he just couldn't do it. "Sorry....not in..em...er..informal." Noah truthfully confessed to the coyote pot smoking leader.

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-21-2011, 03:33 PM

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Despite marijuana and obvious brain deficiencies Razekiel may or may not had, the Seiryu maintained a decent grasp on all that revolved around him. Analyzing Noah was no different, though he had not the intellectual capacity of a psychological expert; however, to see the boy suffered from some obvious mental scarring or social anxiety did not take an excruciating amount of brain activity, even if the prince was not exactly accustomed to using his brain on a daily basis.

The boy's behavior was reminiscent of Micah's — with a little less hatefulness, of course. Razekiel was not entirely untrained in the ways of anxious or shy individuals.

"Surely you did not address old man Jefferson that way, man," he laughed, moving and wrapping an arm over the nervous Sawtooth's shoulders. Joint lolled up and down with each word spoken through grinning teeth. "If a guy like that's not a 'sire,' then I'm no 'sire,' man! We're all brothers and sisters in Ichika, my friend, woven like a family. My title may be different, stargazer, but that's only for formalities, yeah?"

He broke off, smiling. "Someone's got to have the title to take the heat if somethin' goes wrong so the groovy lovin' folks like you can live in peace, man. That's all."

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