Loneliness and alcohol

Drakien Lusk · 01-18-2012, 11:03 PM

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For Bangle! Derp sorry about the sucky post, I couldn't think of another way to start. xD; :: Word Count → 312

Drakien realized he had some competition shortly after making a tour of the merchant's tents, as there was a rather sorrowful male who sold jewelry as well. Glass beads and woven bracelets, mostly, though Drakien thought those sorts of things might actually sell better than the meager human rings he had. He was hoping to get a break, though, and after browsing through the other man's wares actually found a few earrings made of glass and attached to metal pins that he wouldn't have minded trading for. There was the jewelry, but not any actual piercing materials, so he left the tent somewhat disappointed.

He'd left the Festival for the day yesterday, to go hunt down some new jewelry to trade and to find something with which to pierce himself, and when he finally came back loaded down once more, he set himself up near the corral, to keep an eye on Breixo and his things, and went through his new loot. Not as good a haul as he'd gotten from Halifax, but enough to last him a few more days, after the merchant Amy wiped him out completely the other day. He took a moment to admire the new pelts he'd gotten from that deal, and then settled down to business, humming tunelessly to himself as he unrolled the small cloth containing the variety of needles he'd found in Wolfville. He still needed new jewelry for himself to go through with the piercing, but he didn't have any doubts that he'd be able to trade with Kaskae; in the mean time, he needed to plot out where the new holes would go so they wouldn't interfere with his current earrings. Maybe these ones he'd be able to wear in other forms, too; by the look of the earrings he'd seen, anyway, they wouldn't jingle and announce his presence to the world.

Bangle Guffawri · 01-21-2012, 01:50 PM

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WC: 552. I'm guessing this takes place on the 20th or 21st? :x

He could not imagine feeling more alive than when he strode up over the hill and saw the clearing before him, colorful tents of varying sizes emerging from the ground like unnatural flowers. The great lake shimmered under a clear, but crisp day, but what excited the coywolf more were the dozens - maybe even hundreds - of intrigued souls casually wandering the stocked markets. Jack nickered next to him and tossed his head, and the coywolf grinned slyly. He did not understand the low speech of horses, but the multicolored hybrid liked to think he did. "Let's get y' settled in, eh?" Bangle made his descent by foot, carrying nearly as much on his back as the black and white spotted creature beside him did. A chorus of sounds rang out when he became one with the crowd of noisy merchants and wandering buyers - nothing but another blur of color and sound filling the senses.

And yet, it felt like home.

Managing to shoulder his way around, vibrant orange eyes drank in the scenery that made up the winter festival. The man was eager to explore, but also eager to set up his own wares, his tongue itching to call out to that lost soul whom he would convince needed one thing or another. "All in good time.." He muttered to himself as he led the horse to Cercatori's painted tent, large enough to accommodate more than the coywolf could imagine. The merchant's job had to be done first before he could enjoy himself - though if this was his line of work he didn't much mind it. Humming a tune in his throat, he shrugged a few things off his own back as Draw approached. "Ah, yer a welcome sight, friend!" Together, they unloaded Jack of the things Bangle brought from the pack, everything from small livestock to sets of crafting tools and brushes that would be needed for the day's events.

"Thank yeh, friend," the bat-eared male said kindly as the horse was free of burden. The coywolf had left his own toolbelt and satchels strapped to him - one never know when they would need it - and grabbed the animal's halter and exited the tent. His ears twitched wildly at the unfamiliar sounds and calls of wolves and coyotes that came from all parts of the world, yet his goofy smile remained like a painting on his face. "It's jus' like home should be, Jack! Jus' look at 'em, all willin' to buy anythin' you can sell.." The former gypsy seemed to come alive once again within him with each step he took, before he had even begun his own trading. He was anxious, and it showed.

With many things colliding against his own form, the merchant lead Jack towards the corral, eying a tall man that crouched over his things, inspecting his treasures for their worth. He, too, looked like a stranger out of place, but in this festival of fools, it did not matter where one came from. A deal was a deal, after all. Bangle stopped briefly only a few feet away from the man, knowing his presence was well announced by his own sounds as well as the clopping of hooves on the earth. "See y' got quite a haul there, friend."

Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Drakien Lusk · 01-23-2012, 08:10 PM

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Derp yeah, somewhere around there. xD ^^; Whichever's easiest for you! :: Word Count → 305

Not far off Drakien could hear the sounds of the festival, all the voices rising and circling about each other, and he smiled to himself as he hummed along, his ears pricked for the sounds of anyone approaching. For a long while there was no one, leaving the Romani man in peace. He examined some of the jewelry he'd picked up a bit more closely. There were a few earrings among the bunch, though when he examined them closer the studs appeared to have lost their stones. That was alright, though; he supposed he could just go down to the jeweler's tent and see if they could be filled with glass. Or traded for different earrings; for now, they would work.

He'd just begun to select a needle and measure out where his new earring would go when he heard someone coming, the sounds of tools and merchandise clanking together along with the clop, clop of hooves approaching making him pause. He glanced up, pinching the base of his right ear between two fingers and holding the end of a long, thin needle in the other. The male approaching looked as colorful as any Romani he'd met, and Drakien blinked slightly in surprise before a grin blossomed across his face. "Indeed I do," He said in answer to the address, and let go of his ear, his entire body relaxing somewhat as he relieved himself of the expectation of pain.

Glancing curiously over the male's wares, he set the needle down beside the others and rose to his feet, brushing his knees off as he did so. "It seems you've got quite the haul yourself, tovarăş." He said, and then moved forward a bit and offered a hand, his grin not fading in the list. "Drakien Lusk, pleasure to meet you. D'you need a hand?"

Bangle Guffawri · 02-05-2012, 02:57 PM

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WC: 340. So sorry that I got slow on this. Hope you don't mind the tiny pp near the end? Feel free to pp him assisting Bangle taking off all the crud on his back :>

There was something to be said for the festival and its participants - All were from different worlds, colorful strangers seeking either new entertainment, or a great bargain. Bangle had determined, as he walked Jack towards the stables, that he too would attempt to taste both flavors of the Winter Festival. As he approached one said interesting stranger, he caught the rugged man holding his ear and a needle close to it. The coywolf raised an eyebrow at this in curiosity, but his taller form rose as he spoke a few gruff words, and the Guffawri male pushed it to the back of his mind for the time being.

He pointed out the obvious that decorated the multicolored male, and grinned at his comment, one ear flicking at the one unidentifiable word near the end. One hand still on Jack's halter, Bangle equaled the stranger's grin with a broad one of his own. "Name's Bangle Guffawri, of Cercatori d'Arte, friend," he said in reply, calling him by the same title he would have given anyone else. He noticed briefly, as the male shook the other man's hand, that his handshake was strong and sure.. and would have guessed that the man had been in the business of trade for quite some time.

After Drakien had offered the merchant a hand to unload his own wares, Bangle's train of thought had kept him quiet for a few seconds too long, before he blinked his vivid orange eyes. "Ah, well.. sure, if yer offerin'!" The coywolf pat the black and white horse's neck, who whinnied in reply and tossed his head lightly. "This 'ere's Jack, me mate's horse," the coywolf announced as he stepped backwards and turned his back towards the other male. Pointing a claw behind him, he indicated the bulk of things that he had loaded onto his own back. "Would yeh mind?" The bulk of it nearly towered over the merchant himself, but it wasn't a burden so much as a familiarity of which he hadn't felt in years.

Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Drakien Lusk · 02-09-2012, 10:41 PM

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Word Count → 297 :: No worries! ^^ I've been pretty slow lately myself, so. xD Also, sorry about the short reply! ><;

The male introduced himself, adding a pack name at the end, and Drakien stored both titles away into his memory. "I am Drakien Lusk. No pack association, yet," He added with a rueful little grin, and as he was given the go-ahead to help the male remove the plethora of goods on the male's back, he stepped forward, grinning at the horse as he was introduced. "Pleasure to meet you both," He said, and began untangling the male from the large packs on his back. They came apart with little trouble, though he had a hard time seeing them all falling off as the male walked; he'd strapped them on well, something Drakien had never quite learned to do.

As the last of the bags were lowered to the ground, Drakien brushed his hands off, glad for once that no one here knew who he was or where he came from; anyone who did might have suspected theft, mostly due to the caravan he'd associated with. They'd been known for the darker families among them, and while he might have pulled such a trick when he was younger, nowadays he had a better reputation. He made sure everything was set up so that it wouldn't go rolling, and then moved back to his area, re-settling himself in front of his wares and eyeing the male curiously. "I take it you're a merchant, then? What do you trade?" He asked curiously. He was always interested in another merchant's wares, though at the moment he had little to trade himself. The male didn't seem the kind for jewelry, either, but he remembered not to put his eggs before his chickens, as it were, and didn't say anything about what he had until the male showed an interest.

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