baubles and bones

Tawny Wagner · 08-24-2011, 11:52 AM

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I know this sucks horribly. Forgive me. >.< / +3 points

Tawny was having a hard time getting her things in order; her hut was so packed full of junk that it was hard for her to get in and find the things she needed. After a while of rooting around, she’d pulled out a few jars of colored powder, all kinds of leather strips, and about ten pounds of bones. Stuffing it all in her shoulder bag, the girl stood and stretched, ready to get her day going. The goal was to go find one of her leaders and demand their attention. The relationship between Tawny and the alphas of Ichika wasn’t strong, and she wanted to get to know them better.

Setting out on foot, she lugged the heavy pack through the forest and over a few of the winding creeks that surrounded her small home. Fifteen minutes passed before she caught the scent she had been searching for. Razekiel was nearby, or his home was. If he wasn’t there she would just sit and wait for him to return…perhaps do a bit of decorating if she got bored. Hopefully the male wouldn’t get angry when he found his home filled with odd little trinkets and painted with bright colors.

When the girl arrived, she stopped at the edge of the small clearing surrounding the house and took a deep breath. She wasn’t really surprised to see the state of the hut, grinning at all of the things hanging and swinging from the branches. The sharp scent of herbs was heavy in the air and she knew Razekiel was probably sitting in there with some kind of smoke maker hanging from his mouth. Sneezing softly, she strode forward and called out to him. R…R-raz? Are you home? Her voice was soft and unsure, not wanting to interrupt anything important if he already had a visitor.

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-24-2011, 10:27 PM

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I saw nothing sucky about that post. :I

Reclined within the hut, the coyote lay on the colorful mat on the ground with rose-tinted lenses directed up into the air; in his bejeweled fingers he clasped the acoustic Aube de Musique had so recently gifted him, in his lips he wiggled a lit joint merrily, and in his mind he pondered the past and present and all he had seen — all that had led him to that point, at that very second in time.

Plucking a few strings sparsely, ringed fingers twisted at the knobs along the guitar's stem that tightened the chords as they came, but the sound hardly seemed to reach his ears. Despite it, he hummed along and smiled, contented in his little cloud of smoke and daydreams, watching the sticks and twigs that formed his hut as they wiggled and waved in a hazy fog of colors and mist. Aube de Musique, that pack of musicians and Frenchman, how he missed them! How he missed Juniper Peace, and the loving companionship of his mate, his daughters, even his son! Ichikans provided him a family of sorts in his own mind and in his intentions for them with one another, but would the members ever come to recognize the prince as more than a person of authority (as strange a title as it was to apply to someone like he), as more than a strange-talking, pot-smoking treehugger who seemed to have little knowledge of anything and everything?

Razekiel didn't mind, really. If they chose not to accept him, then they would turn to Nayru for leadership and guidance. The coyote shrugged to himself, twanging a few more notes on the guitar; as long as the Ichikans received the mentorship and guidance they needed, it didn't matter to him if they chose places to find it other than himself.

A small voice ceased his thoughts and plinking on the acoustic, and after listening a moment he sat up and rubbed his now aching back — his tendencies from his younger days, such as laying on the ground for hours at a time, did not transition well into his older years. "Hello, hello, namaste!" he smiled, setting the guitar down in his lap as he straightened up in the hut's center. A visitor! The prince did so love visitors. "Come in, come in! Do not mind the smoke, my friend!"

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Tawny Wagner · 08-24-2011, 11:27 PM

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Tawny is such a creep...but sweety cutiepie marshmellowlovepumpkin!!! D:

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Tawny grinned when she heard the male’s voice inviting her inside and walked through the slightly tilted doorway. The shoulder pack slid down her arm and was settle on the floor gently as she went over to him, sitting down a foot or so away. This was an uncommon thing for the young woman to do; she wasn’t one to seek someone out for their company. Most of the time she ran away from people seeking her out or sat with them uncomfortably through the interaction forced upon her. Those exchanges were always pretty awkward and not enjoyed by anyone participating, often ending in a few weird words and looks before everyone broke away to go their separate ways.

She tossed her head back and looked up at the ceiling, eyes flickering to all of the things hanging from the sticks. This was her kind of place! All of the trinkets and pretty colors…it was almost as if she had been here before to place things around. Obviously Razekiel had her love for pretty things and shinnies as well. A few soft ‘ooh’s and ‘aww’s parted from her mouth as she took in the smallish hut, lips pulling up in a grin. When her head tilted down again, she took in his leaning form and tilted her head to the side. The look she gave him was full of curiosity and she wondered if he liked to make things with his hands. Of course, that was why she had packed her bag full of things they could create with.

"L-look what I have…" She turned and crawled over to the bag on her hands and knees, tugging it over closer to the male and pulling the top open. Her hands reached inside and she proceeded to pull a lot of random crap out, setting it all to the side in piles. There were a ton of bones to her left, teeth and pieces of antlers, and well as hooves, leg bones and ribs. On the other side was the large bundle of leather strips and thick string she had weaved from the ripped up flags at her hut. Lastly she pulled out the colorful jars, most of them holding powders and juices, while only two were full of pretty rocks, pieces of colored glass, and beads.

She tossed the bag behind her body and clapped happily, gesturing to all the stuff sitting around her body. "We make pretty things now!" Grinning, the girl scooped up a small jar filled with purple berry juice and opened the top, dipping one finger in. After setting the jar back on the ground, she took what looked like a horse tooth and smeared the color all over it, staining the off white bone a light purple blue color. Holding it up to her face, she blew a few deep breaths on it to speed the drying process before holding it out to the man. ”See!? Pretty!” The tooth was set on the ground and she grabbed a rib bone, handing it out to him, "You try now?"

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Razekiel Lykoi · 08-25-2011, 05:07 PM

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Big Grin !

She ducked in and set herself right now, sunshine and stars alike within her eyes, twinkling with an excitement he had yet to quite identify the reasoning for. She gaped and awed at every little thing hanging from the sticks and twigs lining the hut, in a fashion much like the prince when under certain influences of a smoking kind; he wondered momentarily if someone like she would have similar tendencies in that general field, and for a few brief seconds he cross-eyed and stared at the joint in his teeth, contemplating if he should offer it.

She dumped her belongings on the floor and chimed a little about them, clapping and grinning and wiggling and whatnot. Razekiel was fully aware how much it resembled himself on certain days, and the coyote could only smirk in acknowledgement. Despite this, though, her manner of speech resembled that of a child, and he wondered briefly if she might be a little... "unhitched in the noggin," as he liked to put it, but all the while he remained quiet, analyzing her every word and movement through puffs of smoke that browsed between them.

When had she befriended him like so? The last time they had met, the girl only cowered away and became distracted with someone else. He'd always assumed she was simply afraid of him. Oh well.

She set to separating oodles of trinkets and multicolored goodies, not to mention a selection of bones. Presented with so much that glittered and glowed color and light, the hippie unsurprisingly brightened and grinned over it all, as awed with her trinkets as she had been with the decorations of his hut. "A hoarder of so much treasure!" he exclaimed, then accepted the offered rib. For one who whittled weapons from bones, the sight of bleached and pearly skeletons hardly fazed the man, and after a second's hesitance he smeared color at the bone's tip just as she had, blowing on it moments later to reveal the fast-applying dye beneath.

"Ahahaha, woooaaah, man, righteous," he gurgled, turning the bone every which way in his fingers in inspecting the paint. "I've never seen it done that way! Out of sight, man! Come on, little Tawny, show old man Raz some of your brainchildren, yeah? This guy needs some inspiration before he works, man — and I don't mean thaaat kind of inspiration, flower!" He winked, wiggling the joint in his teeth. That inspiration was already at full strength, naturally.

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Tawny Wagner · 08-25-2011, 11:04 PM

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OOC: harrharrblarrgh. o.o
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Tawny had no idea what the male was talking about, as her speech still wasn’t so great. However, she could read his expression and saw the happiness and excitement shining in his eyes. Clearly it made her happy as well and she grinned, nodding to him sharply before gesturing to the pile of bones and line of jars. ”Very fun, making pretties…” Her hands clenched together a few times and she turned to grab another set of jars, bringing them around and settling them on the other side of her body, away from the wet dye.

A few of the jars held amounts of powder, most of it which was black in color. It was the remains of the dried out berries that she had ground up later in her little stone pestle, knowing that the powders would last longer. Tawny dipped her finger into one of the jars of dried dye and then licked it off, grinning when she tasted blueberry, dipping her finger in again for some more. Giggling, she then opened the other jars of wet dye and lined them up in front of Razekiel’s legs. All of the colors were very dark, so she didn’t know what was what, instead she always just went with the flow and loved however it came out.

The girl left him to his rib painting and grabbed a handful of different types of teeth, dipping her fingers into various jars and staining them all different colors. Before long, she had nearly the entire rainbow! Horse, cow, wolf, bear and human teeth all sorted together, bright and pretty. Looking up, she saw that the male had finished his rib and had moved on to another bone, something a bit bigger. Happily with her work so far, she took some of the homemade string and wrapped the green bear tooth twice, then left a few inches of twine before stringing in the blue human tooth. She kept going like that until four teeth were strung up on the string, and then tied the edges together, making it big enough to slip over a large male’s head.

Leaning forward, the girl lifted the necklace and tossed it up, hooking it around Razekiel’s head and watching as it fell down around his neck. The colors of the teeth stood out against his dark fur, letting themselves be known to anyone who cared to look.

Razekiel Lykoi · 09-06-2011, 05:48 PM

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For a time he watched her at work, and for a time he dabbled in the painting process with fingers untrained in artistic ways; he had been one of few that did not paint or draw during his time in Juniper Peace, though that had not stopped his children from following in such artistic ways. While Razekiel worked best with a guitar and beads, Ocean Flower had been quite the painter, and it was under her guidance and instruction that the strange and warped little Micah found a way to express himself other than shaking and grumbling. One of the girls had dabbed a bit in writing, another one had a lovely singing voice — but it was so long ago now that he didn't remember which was which. Surely he would catch up with Sage on that soon enough, when she came to visit.

When he wasn't looking, the girl crafted something out of teeth and caught his dazed attention only when she leaned close to slide it over his lanky ears and dreadlocks, and with a delicate sound it settled comfortably amidst the onyx and tan fur of his throat and collarbone. Smiling, he collected the odd jewelry between his fingers and glanced over the array of colors and shapes, awed. "Such talent," he said, a shine in his eye and a glint in his smile. "Such secrets you hide, my friend. A thousand creative intellects behind such few words. Thank you, man."

He paused a moment, then reached with his free hand into the satchel he kept at his side. After fishing a moment, he retrieved what appeared to be a pointed bone, whittled into a makeshift dagger of sorts. Razekiel handled it less like a weapon and more like a treasure, as he had obviously shaped it himself. He dipped fingers into a reddish dye and painted a peace sign on its white surface — which, conveniently enough, dripped and ran like blood — and presented it to her. "Here, my flower," he said gently. "Peace and love, man, peace and love... and protection for yourself when it is unreachable, yeah?" A gift for a gift. Equivalent exchange.

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Tawny Wagner · 09-07-2011, 02:39 PM

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Wanna end it here? / +3 points

Tawny watched with a small smile as Razekiel looked over the necklace she’d crafted for him. It wasn’t her best work, but she thought it looked great with his eclectic personality and appearance. She wiggled closer and leaned against his legs, taking the smallish bone dagger into her little hands and looking it over with wide eyes. He was giving her something…that did not happen too often. A few little tears welled up in her eyes and she snuggled against his chest, her arms wrapping around his middle.

There was no hard crying or sobs, just a few tears of happiness and friendship shared between her and him. Embarrassed, the girl pulled away and started to pack her things back into her bag, cleaning up after herself. Th-thank you, Raz-z… She frowned and shook her head, having a hard time spitting his complicated name out in such an emotional state. Sighing, the girl scooped her bag up onto her back and sat near the door, watching the man. She knew it was time to leave. Gifts had been exchanged and there was nothing left to say.

Sighing softly, the young woman darted forward and left a long, wet kiss up the side of Razekiel’s face, grinning and laughing before darting out of the hut. She needed to get back to her own place before the sky began to darken. She wasn’t afraid of the dark…more afraid of the things that lurked around the forest when the sun went down. There was only a mile or so in between her home and the male leaders’ though, so she’d make good time without getting caught up too many times. Of course, this was Tawny and she had to stop and investigate all of the odd things she saw sticking out of the ground. By the time she got home, another armload of junk was dumped by the door and she collapsed into her little bedding area, asleep almost before her head hit the soft skins.

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