[M]On a pedestal of my own making
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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Neela's voice cut through the hsutle and bustle of the festival, her normally soft tones high and clear as she sang, her eyes closed and muzzle thrust into the air while her free hand strummed her guitar in an almost frantic motion, producing a fast paced beat to go along with her singing. The collie was perched on top of a large rock, palced somewhat to the side fo the actual festival. Earlier that night the festival had spilled outwards, with a large amount of drunken canines migrating towards the edges. Neela had been roped into providing music for a short while, paid off in whiskey and meat, the former of which sat besides her on the rock and the latter of which resided in her stomach now.


The actual words of her singing were lost in the sheer noise that this section of the festival generated. The alcohol had been flowing freely over here and it was likely that Neela was one of the few canines present in this little corner of the festivities that was still sober, though she and the three bottles of whiskey sitting had plans to change that just as soon as her stint providing the entertainment was up.


There was a lull in the noise as Neela finished her song and the crowd rose to the gap, filling the air with a mixture of cheers, jeers, wolf whistles and, in some cases, bits of flying meat. A showwoman by nature Neela soaked up the attention, giving the crowd a mocking bow, meeting the jeers with her own and snagging several bits of the flying food out of the air and into her mouth.


The audience was somewhat rougher than Neela would likely ever find performing as such in Ichika, larger too, but the collie was enjoying it, finding many similarities between the intoxicated wolves here and the sailors that had made up her audience in her youth, though admittedly the latter had thrown about less sexual comments due to knowing her when she was a pup.


Still ignoring the less admirable comments from crowds was a skill that Neela had acquired early on and, with a loud laugh, the collie began another song, her voice and guitar once again echoing out over the gathering.



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Everything was clearer to the warrior tonight. And everything was way more complex and fuzzier too. If he would have been thinking right, he would have put the blame on that strange bottle he'd been handed by strange trader. Perhaps he had seen the boy's alcoholic virginity through the dark exterior. Through the dark, plush coat and on past the warriors heats and claymore sword to match. It had been a frosty dark blue bottle, if Tony remembered correctly, a simple screw top stopping the liquid from escaping. But Tony was a humanised creature and found no difficultly in removing the shiny black cap while not intoxicated. The alcohol, which Tony still had no idea of it's name, was spicy and aromatic, hot down the back of his throat, surprisingly so. He almost spat it out, but decided against it and let it slide into his stomach. And that's where he found the pleasure, the true burn. It still tasted like shit, there was no getting away from that fact, but the burn was what kept Tony coming back for more. And if he knew what happened when one drinks alcohol maybe he wouldn't have been so eager to down in with the frequency he was. While everything was as noisy as hell and while normally he would wish to get out of there so he could hear himself think, while drunk he frankly couldn't give a shit. It was like music to him.


On that note, the actual music was even better now, that it had been before the 'magic drink'. A woman sat with a guitar and singing was his main focus. There was a healthy crowd with her, support from everyone else that it wasn't jsut the alcohol dictating what sounded good to him and leading him to believe it was truly a good sound she put out into the crown. Tony, with his warriors height and bulk pushed his way to the inner edge of the circle, eager to see this woman. His ochre eyes hit upon the familiar form and when she'd finished and when the small crowd disaperated into the air as it seemed, he approached with a drunk, almost arrogant swagger. 'Why? Hallo again gorgeous! Th' night treatin' ya well I presume, aye?' His Scotch accent was thinker now than usual, another symptom of the large half bottle of whisky he'd already drunken. He lifted the object in question aloft and smile, 'Ah still got s'more if y wish t' share' he beamed, trying to be as charming as possible.


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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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An oddly familiar shape cut through the crowd, catching Neela's eye through its sheer size. Staggeringly drunk as he was Neela still recognised the male wolf that she had met in Halifax last month, though his name escaped her for a moment before she retrieved it from the depth's of her memory, Tony.


Even though much of the crowd was as intoxicated as the newcomer was somewhere between his size, the half drunk bottle of whiskey in his hand and the massive sword on his back it seemed to collectively recognise the danger he potential represented and reacted accordingly, the rowdy wolves parting at he staggered forward.


A thick Scottish accent floated up to Neela as Tony approached her perch and the collie graced him with a smile in response to the compliment as her current song came to an end, shifting the guitar down into her lap as she bent down to talk to the younger wolf. A hail of boo's cut her off as the crowd realised that she was stopping and Neela responded happily, a stream of Spanish expletives flowing forth from her mouth towards the crowd. The foreign curses, which would likely have caused several members of the crowd to attack her if they could actually understand them, coupled with her friendly tone of voice despite the foul words, seemed to calm the crowd somewhat, many of them wandering off to find other things to amuse them for now, causing Neela to give a small laugh as they left.


Crowd problem averted Neela placed her guitar to one side and turned back to Tony, leaning her arms on her legs as she bent down to talk to him, "Fairly well yes, gotten plenty of tips," Neela bared her teeth and reached in with an extended claw, revealing a small piece of meat she had caught and hurriedly eaten, which was promptly swallowed, "How about yourself Tony?" she asked.


A bottle was offered to her and Neela reached down to take it, nose sniffing at the bottle."Don’t mind if I do." Despite the physical differences, the bottle being a opaque blue as opposed to her own clear glass bottles, a quick sniff revealed that the bottle held the same contents and Neela happily took a long swig, leaning back with a satisfied sigh as she felt the alcohol burning down her throat.


"Plenty more up here," Neela said, one hand reaching behind her to snag her three bottles and display them to Tony, "Ya want ta come on up an grab yerself a seat?" There were plenty of potential seats in the rock and Neela quickly freed her hand up, holding it down towards the wolf, all the while bracing her legs against the rock in case Tony proved even heavier and less capable at climbing than he looked.


On second thoughts maybe a bit more support was called for. Neela discretely put Tony's bottle down by hers and gripped the rock there with her other hand.




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Tony shrugged at her question, after nodding at her answer, 'Eh, not much t' be fair, fixin' up a few bits n' bobs, but other that that, nothin' his words were laced with a half drunk chuckle and a boyish smile. The smile didn't leave as his precious drink was downed by Neela, in fact Tony found he didn't give a damn, her company was payment enough. This was probably the first time he found himself infatuated with a girl, but at the very least he didn't know, perhaps the whiskey was taking for him. Perhaps it wasn't. Either way, if he enjoyed the older woman's company enough to let her down his favourite drink then it was something more than politeness.


He shunned her hand, but followed her none the less with the cheeky words, 'Nah, I'm okay, After all, I think I'm more heavier than y' think, eh? He clambered up the rock with ease and settled himself, more due to his height and strength rather than any true climbing skills. When he righted himself again, he spoke more, 'What y' been up to then? Stayin' outta trouble? Gettin' into trouble? The blacksmith warrior couldn't help but ramble in his current state.


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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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If Neela was honest she was glad that Tony didn't take her offered hand; while working on a boat had left Neela stronger than she looked Tony certainly looked a hell of a lot heavier than Neela. A white tipped tail traced lazy arcs over the rock behind her as Tony took a seat besides her, Neela's position at the peak of the rock almost putting them at equal heights, though Tony was still slightly higher.


Neela chuckled in response to Tony's question, drawing her knees up and hanging her arms loosely over them, "Not a great deal, mainly been hanging around the festival, drinking and providing music to the adoring masses," A toothy grin here, the audience at the festival often ranged from appreciative to scornful depending on how much alcohol they and Neela had drunk, "High point was probably trading more fish than you've likely seen in your life for a very nice amount of whiskey." Indeed Neela had nearly emptied the Meria's holds of fish in her trading, an impressive amount, "Speakin' of whiskey…" Neela glanced at the now-empty bottle in her hand and placed it down on the rocks, grabbing two of her own whiskey bottles.


With a practised movement Neela broke the seals on the clear glass bottles, taking a swig of the amber liquid within from one and handing the second over to Tony, "Trouble? Me?" Neela asked, putting her free hand to her chest with a mock injured look on her face, before she broke out cackling, "Bout a week or two later for that question." Neela flashed her left arm at Tony, pointing out the still fresh scar snaking up it, "Some dog attacked one of Ichika's members an then hung around the borders. 'Ere feel this, crazy bitch tried ta' pin me down an start carvin' something inta me." Neela shuddered and then indicated her white furred stomach, her fingers briefly brushing the ropey, labyrinth shaped scar that lay beneath the fur before indicating that Tony should feel. As it turned out Neela's sense of modest was one of the first things to go when she became drunk.



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'Well, y'know, there's a reason they're adorin' he charmed leaning in closer, though this was accidental and Tony had lost most of his balance through alcohol. Straightening himself up again with a sudden cough, he carried on, 'Ay, erm, mean, eh, y'know you're, pretty, I suppose, an' skilled' he stumbled shyly, running his hands through his unruly hair and laughing. Taking the drink away from Neela he smiled shyly, leaning back and ruffling the fur on his stomach. 'Thanks' he breathed, still feeling a little awkward.


He leaned over when he was signalled to, leaning in close and then pulling himself back to a more reasonable distance. Pulling his hand up to touch her he smiled, 'Tha' bitch cut ya up real good there, eh?' he echoed, 'I 'en't got nothin' markin' me yet. Prolly will one day, eh?' Tony sighed, moving back to longeing up on the rock. 'So, I never asked. Where y' livin'?' he asked, gazing over and then looking back up to the sky.


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<3 Fae for this new table. A drunk Neela is a less freaking out Neela.

Neela giggled quietly at Tony's awkwardness, running a reassuring palm over his shoulder when he started stuttering. Normally such a happening would have set off alarm bells in Neela's mind, along with the insecurities linked to said bells, but with the warm glow of alcohol fuzzing her mind Neela simply took the compliment at face value, subconsciously feeling gratified that a younger wolf saw her appearance fit to compliment.


Still while she appreciated the compliment that didn’t mean Neela wasn't going to take the opportunity to tease, especially in her inebriated state. Letting a sly smile grace her muzzle Neela leaned in close to Tony, her muzzle an inch away from his, "Oh? Pretty am I?" Neela kept her tone and eyes neutral for a few seconds with a hint of danger to her voice, letting Tony sweat, before letting her smile widen and spread to her eyes, her voice happy and sweet as honey, "Why thank you!" She darted forward, tapping the side of her nose to Tony's before backing off, returning to her earlier position, letting out a barking laugh before taking another swig of whiskey.


Neela's ears dropped as Tony remarked on her scar, a quiet whine escaping her for a split second before she clamped down on it, "Yah, she did. Got er back jus' as good though." Neela's teeth flashed for a second as she thought back to the blow she had struck the blonde dog, raking her knives down the other females back. Neela didn't typically take pleasure in the pain of others but there had been a hint of poetic justice to see the one who had hurt Kiara so howling in pain like that. Neela calmed herself in time to hear Tony's remark, "Mos' likely yeah, mos people do. Its tha.. tha" Neela took a moment to collect her thoughts, "Its tha price we pay ta keep those we care about safe innit?" Not as eloquent as normal, Neela thought as she took a swig of whiskey, but it got the message across.


Neela tilted her head to the side at Tony's question, "Me? I live up north, in a pack called Ichika no Ho-en. Wha'bout you?" Neela leaned over, bumping her nose against Tony's shoulder and sniffing, "Ya've got a pack scent about ya but not one tha I recognise."



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There was a tickling feeling in his stomach as Neela leant closer, and with a hint of worry in his voice he spoke, 'Uh, umm, well... Yeah. You're pretty pretty, eh?' he giggled self consciously, glancing around before sighing as she leant back. Both disappointed and relieved. Re-settling himself, Tony spoke, 'Yeah... I mean, y' look like ya could pack a punch yeself' he commented, giving a charming, but drunken smile. 'I mean I'd go so far as t' kill to keep me brother's an' me sister's safe. An' ma folks too'. The blacksmith said rolling his shoulders into a gentle shrug before, taking a sip of whisky. 'This sure is th' life, eh?


'Ahh, I heard 'bout th' place. All peace an' daisy's there, eh?' he chuckled. His view on the place, as an outsider, was distorted and warped by rumours. He'd been told it was about peace and so linked it up with cannabis smoking nut jobs. But, looking at Neela, he was obviously wrong, by a long ways. 'Ay come from Casa. Ma Dad's the Sole there so when ma Mam left for Italy I thought I'd stay and help ma Dad out, y'know?' Tony explained, his accent thick like his fathers.


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Neela gets touchy-feely when drunk ^^

"This sure is th' life, eh?"

"Aye."Neela raised her bottle in a mock salute at Tony's words, taking a heavy swig of whiskey as she lowered it. The alcohol his her hard , momentarily reminding Neela that she was drinking strong stuff, before that concern vanished in a pleasant haze. Absently Neela noticed that Tony's stature put him at a good height besides her despite his position on the rock and took advantage of this, shuffling over to rest her head on his shoulder, stretching out to give him a lick along the cheek.


The whiskey was making her feel warm and tired and Tony's fur was soft against her ear but Neela was enjoying the company so she forced herself to stay awake, though she couldn’t stop a long yawn breaking free from her mouth as Tony commented on her pack. "S' one way'a sayin it." She mumbled good-naturedly in response, lowering the volume of her voice now that she was closer to Tony's ear. "Casa. Hmmm I think ah've heard'a that place. You know a guy called Wayne? Big fella, blonde fur?"

Neela slipped one arm around Tony's waist to support herself. Once she had done so she lost track of the limb somehow and began to run her hand slowly up and down Tony's side in an unthinking, automatic motion, claws unsheathed and lightly tickling the flesh beneath Tony's fur. Neela's mind was taken up with other matters as she tried to work around the alcohol in her system and examine the other part of Tony's statement. "Sole? That like an alpha?" Neela guessed, thinking that anybody who fathered a son as large as Tony was likely strong enough to at least contest leadership of a pack. Neela's mind latched onto the idea of parents and went with it with all the grace of a drunken dog, "You get on well with yer parents?" She asked, muzzle turned upwards curiously to catch Tony's answer.


Neela's ear twitched against Tony's shoulder as thinking about parents brought her to her own, "Never got to know my da, he died before I was born an well, my mother…" Neela snarled angrily at the thought of her mother, a whispered "Bitch." falling from her lips.

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Tony was constantly unsettled by the older woman's closeness, but he put on a brave face and just played along. If he had had shorted, or even lighter fur on his cheeks, he'd be blushing bright red. But thankfully his embarrassment couldn't be seen. Tony found himself smiling as he received a small lick on the cheek. He rested his own head above her's lightly, bracing his stomach as Neela rubbed his chest, tickling him slightly. 'Yeah. Wayne... Hangs around with Dixie...' He knew the guy, not really closely, but close enough to shout an occasional 'hi'. Tony wiggled himself down more in his seat, taking Neela with him as he shifted sleepily.


'Yeah...' Tony said with a light nod, 'Sole, alpha. Same really. An' th' Luna. That's Annan'. Annan was a place in Scotland too, Tony remembered sleeping it in a book. The boy wrapped his arm around Neela's shoulders, as he took a final swig of his whiskey. 'Yeah. M' Mom's headed off to Italy now, so it's jsut m' Dad and m' bro and sis...'. He shrugged gently. Rubbing Neela's shoulder gently, Tony tried his best to comfort her, 'Eh. Forget about her. 'M sure there' people to care for y' now...'


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WC 258


The night was getting late, Neela had drunk a fair amount of whiskey and her "pillow" was, in Neela's opinion, rather comfortable. It was no surprise then that the collie was fighting to stay awake, her eyes dropping and half closed. An arm was wrapped around her shoulders and a head rested atop her own and Neela leaned into the hold, pulling her legs half up as Tony shifted so that she was now entirely leaning on him.


Neela felt a gentle pressure on her shoulder and comforting words in her ear. "Mhm." She mumbled in response, tail skimming slowly across the rock behind her. "Yer righ'. Na point dwellin' on 'er. T's what she would'a wanted anyway, me frettin an complainin' bout 'er, best ta just… forget." Neela snuggled deeper into Tony's side, taking a slow and sleepy sip of whiskey. "This's good stuff." she mumbled idly, holding the bottle up. The human label had long since worn off but there were still some marking etched into the glass. Neela held the bottle up between her and the nearest fire, squinting blearily at the symbols but between her tiredness and the amount of whiskey she had drunk she couldn’t make anything out.


Shrugging Neela fished a cork out of her belt pouch and sealed the whiskey, placing the bottle down gently. "Mebbe we can do this again s'metime." she muttered suddenly, her tired voice just loud enough for Tony to hear her, "I coul' get us some fish. Be nice ta' have some'ne ta drink with again"


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'Mhh' Tony hummed sleepily, sitting up slightly. 'Yeah. Mebbe we'll 'ave a candle lit dinner too, eh?' he prompted, half serious and half joking. He wouldn't mind that at all in actual fact. It didn't even have to be candle lit, it was enough to just be able to spend time with Neela. It was a shame she lived in Ichika though, it was some ways off and trips there would have to be spaced out. And he couldn't be gone for too long, because he had work to do in the Casa pack lands. He was already aiming for the blacksmith co-rank and with that came a shop he'd have to find time to fix up. He'd manage it some how, right?


'Y' need any help getting back to Ichika?' he asked, before adding, 'Or are y' staying here somewhere?' Either way his aim was to walk her 'home'. He still hadn't made his mind up whether he was staying at the festival, or going home. It was late and he was not only tired, but drunk. Perhaps it would be inadvisable to travel home in this state. Not jsut because of the troubles along the way, but in fear of what his Dad would say if he saw his son hammered beyond believe and rambling about some strange girl


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Neela is very drunk. Feel free to pp Tony walking her down to the lake. 239wc


"Hmmm?" Neela hummed from her position against Tony's side, "Nah, ain't headin' back ta' Ichika yet, got myself a little hidey hole sorted out down by tha' lake." Neela paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, somehow managing to get distracted into a mental discussion about why Tony was so warm. Somehow managing to realise that her train of thought had derailed a couple miles back Neela managed to get back on track, "Anyway, even if ah' was headin' back ta' Ichika ah' came down on mah' boat, not a journey ta' make like this."


For a minute or so Neela was silent, simply leaning back against Tony and relaxing. Eventually she spoke up again, "Well ah better get goin'. Mah back ain;t gonna thank me if ah fall asleep like this, comfy as ah am." Neela grinned and stretched once more, giving Tony a lick up the ear, before she untangled herself from him and slid down the rock. Only problem was when she hit the bottom she kept going, her legs sliding out from under her, sending her to the ground on her backside with an undignified yelp. Pride and rear end bruised Neela pulled herself upright on the rock, took a single step and then fell back down to her previous position, provoking another yelp at the continued abuse her backside was taking from the falls.


"Well shit." Neela muttered, leaning back against the rock.


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