M- Why'd you have to stoop so low?
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Backdated to April 15, 2012.



Thornhill District was a place that she had never visited, and she instantly liked it. It had an unfamiliar grunge to it, and it seemed to be that way even before the apocalypse. Axelle walked the streets almost in a daze, but paid random attention to a few buildings that stood out to her. She might be able to find interesting clothes here. Finally, she would hopefully be able to find the clothes she had been looking for. The first clothing store she spotted, she went in.

The inside was a mess, in the front of the store anyway- most likely from various scavengers and the weather since the windows were blown out and shattered. She didn’t see much in the front of the store, but when she walked more to the back she found something to her liking. It was a lacey, purple skirt that she fell in love with instantly. She took the biggest one off the rack and tried it on. It fit perfectly on her slim, but muscular body. She pranced around the store looking in every mirror that was still intact. She loved it. She didn’t take it off, and continued looking around the store for whatever else she could find.

It took a little while, but she finally found a tank top that was worth her while. It was black, and she figured she would have to modify it a little before it was totally suitable, but she loved it so much she wouldn’t mind. She would have to find someone with cutting tools though; a katana wouldn’t cut it. She shoved the shirt in the bag she had slung around her shoulder, and threw various accessories that she liked in there too. She kept the skirt on, and walked out of the store.

She felt great now that she finally found what she had been looking for. She walked down to the street with a big smile on her face with her new skirt on. There really wasn’t much to do in the city, but scavenge and now that she had scavenged, she was just walking. Walking toward the heart of the District. Wonder what else I will find…



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Kit had experienced a lot in the last couple weeks, nothing that had scared him away from being the trickster that he often was, but instead there had been lessons about what could be had if you got on a female's good side. Once he had got the taste, it was hard not to think of them quite often, and even if Fleta still held a special place in his mind, she wasn't around for him to try charming at that particular moment. Previous success in Halifax, along with a few new responsibilities, had kept the male in the area, but without any particular direction or cause.

With a vague thought of trying to find someone's food cache to steal from, Kit had set out to explore the area some more, and was careful about rugs after his experience in Fleta's trap. While he didn't find much in the way of food, he had found a building that had probably once served as a corner store, and after some rummaging through mostly ransacked things, came across cheap aluminum flask underneath a pushed over rack. After struggling to open it for a moment, he sniffed to get a scent of the fire water that still sloshed inside. The container wasn't special enough that Kit would keep it, but the couple swigs of drink that still remained inside was enough for the flask to remain in his company for the day anyways.

When he turned to leave the place however, and maybe go check out the old warehouses, Kit's green eyes spotted someone wandering down the street, a female who seemed rather happy about something other other if the smile was any indication. Kit wasn't so sure he liked the idea of clothing, but the female was attractive, and it wasn't like he had any plans for the day. So he was quick to make his way out of the run down building, likely making plenty of noise from stepping over, and on debris. "Well, looks like my day just got that much better. A pretty face, something I didn't really expect to run into in amongst these silly ruins." Kit spoke in a cheerful tone while approaching with the flask of whiskey in his hand, his flattery thrown with practiced ease.

Instead of waiting to see if the stranger wanted company, Kit closed the distance as best he could, only ceasing his reckless approach if she showed some sign of avoiding him, or once he was within a few feet of them. One day, he suspected that forwardness would cost him something, but until that happened, Kit didn't often change his habits.
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Seeing another up ahead didn’t surprise her any, actually. She was pretty used to seeing others around the city area, and they rarely brought trouble. The brute didn’t make her nervous any, and he actually added to her happiness. She smiled as he spoke to her, and she kept walking, not avoiding him as he approached her and walked with her. She noted his flask, and held out her hand for it. She wanted a sip or two.

”I made your day better, eh?” She noticed that he was rather flirty, and he was lucky to have caught her in a good mood. She didn’t at all believe him, but figured she would go along with it. Maybe he had some other mind altering juices somewhere on his person, aside from his saliva. ”Silly ruins? I find them quite interesting actually, and it seems not many have scavenged so much around these parts.” The stores were touched, but not as ravaged as the ones in Halifax. She was lucky to have come here for her clothes, as she probably wouldn’t have found the exact items she was looking for anywhere else.

She figured she would flatter back, ”You’re pretty handsome yourself, there. I’m Axelle, and you?” She already liked him as she noticed his features when he walked alongside her. He was handsome, just about her type. She offered her other hand over the one she held out for his flask as in a sort of handshake; however he wanted to take it really. Her hips swayed as she walked, the skirt adding more emphasis to them now than before she wore it. Her slender toned body needed a shirt, but it was fine without one. Half natural, or half naked. However one wanted to take it. ”What are you doing around here?” So, her day wouldn’t be so dull after all. Splendid.



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Much to Kit's delight, his approach was not met with the apprehension that he sometimes got, and instead was accepted rather quickly. By all appearances, whoever they were, had not run into any trouble makers, or maybe were just confident that they could handle them. At seeing her outstretched hand, Kit grinned slightly at the realization that she might enjoy the same sort of fire water he did. Before actually offering the flask, he would wait, and listen to the words that were offered, especially pleased at the favorable response to his testing of the waters

Even more encouraging to the amorous male's behavior, was that she flattered right back, while giving a name. Axelle's swaying hips quickly caught his green eyes' attention, and he leisurely placed the flask into the female's hand, while his other moved to gently take the offered hand. "Yep, you indeed made my day. I was out here looking for a pretty lady to share this drink with, and you Axelle, are a rather pretty lady." Kit replied in a smooth tone that he had used many times before, while starting to try pulling Axelle a little closer by the hand she had offered him, and moving his free hand to tease at the skirt, as though wondering what it was made out of. In reality, he just wanted to see if she remained so amiable when he threw the sense of touch in with his verbal flattery.

"You can call me Kit." the male added, having rarely ever used his full name, and not terribly inclined to do so. During the exchange, Kit's eyes made no secret that they were soaking up the female's appearance, with his grin telling exactly what he thought of it.
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Axelle Napier
I don't want to touch the sky

I just want to feel that high


The flirtation in the air was heavy, and it stuck to her fur like humidity. She could feel his sexual tension, and she wondered if he was falling for her seduction… Either way, he would leave empty-handed. He finally handed over the flask, and she took a big sip- not wincing as it went down. She was a frequent drinker, and so the sting rarely affected her anymore. It was almost like flavored water. She studied the flask in her hand, and answered him wryly, ”Why thank you, Kit.” The name ‘Kit’ amused her; it was manly, yet short. It was definitely a classy name, and she didn’t hear many of those lately. She was appreciative of unique names. She didnt recall meeting any other Kits in her lifetime, and he earned brownie points in her book for that.

He took her hand, and drew her gently closer. She followed, with no objection, but when he used the other to pick at her skirt, she flattened it down and loosened it from his fingers. Really, she didn’t need to wear a skirt, but while she did, she wouldn’t let the man think he could get it off that easily. She looked at him with a flirty smile, ”So, where you from Kit?” She was attempting to shift his attention from her skirt to the conversation, wherever it would lead them.

They were walking further into the dull city. It was rather industrial and dirty, and she didn't see anything anywhere else that interested her, except for the brute next to her. She let her free hand rub upwards from his shoulder into his hair. It was something she didn't let her arm do often, but something told her that Kit would be okay with her touching him. She wondered where the encounter would lead them after...




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Kit watched with interest as Axelle took the flask, and drank much more confidently then he would have expected, but that just meant they might both become a little more loose with their decisions. Axelle responded as Kit would have liked for the most part, allowing the distance between them to close even more, but putting up what he took as a light objection to him playing with the skirt. "I'm from the south, but I've been staying around Halifax." Kit responded, forgetting to really mention how far south, but was too focused on the feel of Axelle's hand running through his hair to notice.

Grinning widely at Axelle's touch, Kit responded by moving his hand further up from the skirt to brush along the small of the female's back. "How about you Axelle? Staying around these parts? If your just visiting, and don't have anywhere to stay... could always share with me for tonight." Kit added, the words friendly, but dripping with suggestion. Eagerness showed in Kit's green eyes at the possibilities that went with convincing Axelle to stay the night with him, and from the way things had been going, had started to feel a little confident about himself when it came to the opposite gender.

While waiting for some sort of response, Kit would continue his hand's wanderings if she had not rebuked him, and allow Axelle to touch him however she wanted, since she had not been rough with him up to that point.
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Is there a birth control method for Luperci ? O_o

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As they kept walking, Axelle let Kit’s words soak into her. ”South like Crimson Dreams south?” She couldn’t smell any scent of a pack on him, which told her he had to have been a loner. He could have been staying in the Crimson Dreams area anyway. She’d been a loner once, a good one at that, but she also enjoyed pack life too.

”I’m from Anathema, but I travel around often. I’m everywhere.” She seriously thought about his offer. She didn’t exactly need to leave tonight, and she was feeling a little lazy. She eyed the flask with an idea. Her hand squeezed in his hair and she stopped him as she stopped and looked around. She eyed a store front that looked like it sold some booze. Her hand released his hair, and she pushed open the broken glass door and carefully stepped inside.

There were hundreds of bottles of that clear stuff. She couldn’t really read, so brand names were nothing to her. As long as the smell seemed right, it told her she picked up the right one. She browsed along the shelf, and opened one of the bottles. The strong alcohol smell that rushed into her nostrils told her she had been right. She capped the bottle again and shoved it in her bag along with another one. Those she would be taking home with her. She continued to browse the shelves, calling out to Kit over her shoulder, ”What kind do you like? Do you have a preference?” She kept picking through the bottles, and picked another berry flavored vodka for herself, and continued to browse for Kit, although she was waiting for his answer. ”Come here!”

So, it was settled. She was going to go with him and find out where the night would take them. It was a good way to give her some closure from Itzal, and his disappearance. She needed to move on, and it wasn’t helping that somebody wasn’t there to precisely help her. Kit would help her, indirectly and if he knew it or not. She didn’t really know where the night mixed with alcohol would bring them.




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OOC: If there is, I doubt Kit would know about it... since he doesn't actually know what leads to puppies... xD

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Kit liked how things had been going since running into Axelle, fast, and seemingly to the point of what was on the male's mind. Her mention of Anathema, and Crimson Dreams rung no bells in Kit's mind, and even if he had known what those places were, he was enjoying her touch enough that he might have had problems recalling anyways. "No idea what Crimson Dreams and Anathema is, but I am from very very far south, it would take a month give or take." Kit responded with a cheerful voice.

Axelle's deciding to stop caused Kit to stop as well, and when her touch left him, the male worried that she might have decided against his offer. Those worries were not lasting however, as she called him inside of an old run down store that upon entering, revealed itself to be a treasure trove of the fiery water that he enjoyed treating himself to from time to time. Preference wasn't something that Kit cared about, and so he tried smoothly walking up behind Axelle to try wrapping his arms around her waist while replying in a teasing tone "I'll have whatever your having, we can just share the bottle.".

If his embrace was not chased off, Kit planned to tease boldly at the hem of Axelle's skirt, but do nothing more beside comment "So now that we have something to drink... maybe we should go back to the place I'm staying, if you liked my offer of a place to spend the night that is.". Kit was pretty confident that if Axelle responded to the bottled liquid as he often did, that the night would end just like he hoped, assuming she agreed to stay with him.
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Well, if they do wind up getting it in... I'll just make sure she doesnt get preggo this time... lol


She pondered his question for a second, pausing and just staring at the shelf. She took another bottle of the berry flavored vodka off of the shelf, and turned towards him, ”I don’t share.” She was rather greedy when it came to her alcohol. Plus, she didn’t know where his mouth had been; even though, theirs would probably connect sometime during the night. She held the two bottles in one hand that hung low, and they clanked with every step she took. ”Where to?” She brushed her skirt down when he started to pick at it again; she looked back up at him and smiled flirtingly. She had no idea where the night would take them, but she wasn’t afraid and she was in desperate need of a night of fun.

She headed out of the store, quickly and carefully stepping over the broken glass on the floor, and back onto the rocky, cracking street. The bottles in both her hand and purse clanked with most of her movements. She stuck the other two bottles in her bag as well, no point in carrying them when she had a bag. ”What kind of place are you staying at?” Axelle knew it could range from a condemned warehouse to an actual dingy house somewhere around there. She looked around with disgust- what kind of human would live here? Halifax was a city, but it was actually kind of beautiful, but not here. Thornhill District was dank and dusty, and not pretty at all. She could imagine lowlifes living here, which they probably did. All the disease ridden addict humans running around like rats trying to get their next fix.

She was looking away from him for a few minutes, looking at the ground as they walked toward wherever Kit was staying at. She looked up at him, ”I wouldn’t mind spending the night with you.” She made sure to say ‘with you’ to entice the wolf even more.


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Kit was a little saddened by Axelle's statement of not wanting to share, his own belief being that sharing the same bottle was more fun, at least when it came to the opposite gender. His thoughts would have probably mirrored hers if Axelle had been a male asking to share a drink. She did grab a similar bottle to the one she had though, so they would at least be drinking the same thing, and that was close enough for Kit. "A shame, I think sharing might have been fun..." the male teased, while Axelle kept him from playing too much with her skirt. Kit would have backed off from his messing with the skirt, if the look she had given wasn't so encouraging, but her smile kept his hand closeby.

His touch was ended at her leaving the store, but Kit was quick about starting to follow, and then moving alongside Axelle to lead in the direction he hoped to end up. "Lets head this way." he started, and then happily responded to the question of where he was staying "Its not much, just an old house, most of the stuff already gone, but the bed isn't too bad, especially with some furs over it.". Somewhere during his description, Kit noticed that his companion had started to look distracted, and at first assumed that she was bored by his talking.

Any worries about the female losing interest were swept away at her looking up toward him, and speaking some words that Kit considered rather suggestive. It took a moment or two for the words to completely register, but the wide grin that appeared on Kit's face was a good indicator how he took Axelle's words. If there was any doubts about Kit's intentions, they should have been swept away by his attempt to drape an arm around Axelle's waist, and pull her a little closer for the walk. "Sounds like a very lovely plan to me. A pretty lady like yourself, and some drinks to enjoy together. It shouldn't take too long to get there." Kit replied with a smooth voice, his attention mostly on Axelle, only occasionally looking the landmarks that would lead them to where he was staying.


OOC: Feel free to liquid time a bit if you want them to just get where they are going Tongue Also, really sorry I took a while on this!
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It's fine Smile


Axelle followed Kit’s lead toward the house he was staying in. Old house worried her a bit because conditions in this town could be really bad. An old house to him could have been a crack house to the humans, which in turn would be an unpleasant location for Axelle. She hoped it wasn’t that bad, as most of the houses around were pretty old, so there wasn’t much choice in avoiding them.

His arm draped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She stumbled a bit of the way; the bottles in her purse clanked with the sudden pull, and she giggled a little as she was embarrassed for stumbling. She wasn’t expecting him to do that, and in turn tripped a little. If wolves could blush, she would be blushing right now. Thankfully, he couldn’t see due to her fur.

Thornhill District, for the most part, was dank and dirty like she had seen already. Most of it was industrial with factories and warehouses littering most of the streets, while there were some stores selling clothes and food where humans would be able to get their quick, everyday needed supplies. She could have sworn she might have seen a tattoo shop a few blocks back, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad area. They were approaching an area where houses and living developments were more plentiful, most of them being small apartment buildings- good for the area’s economy, small and able to house more than one family in it. With every shitty looking house they neared, she wondered if that would be the one Kit would steer her into. They passed a few of the more worse ones, which made Axelle relax a bit, but there were still more up ahead that she couldn’t see from this distance.

”Are we almost there?” She was itching to get that bottle open and drink it. Whatever was in his flask had her craving for a good time tonight. It had been a while since she’d been with a man that didn’t want to hurt her. Her last had been Ouija, and even though she was overly drunk, he still didn’t rape her. Can’t rape the willing, she thought darkly to herself.


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The sound of giggling announced that his straight forward attempt to get the female even closer to him had worked, Axelle stumbling a little bit as he pulled, but seeming otherwise okay with his attention. They continued on, Kit enjoying the closeness they both were enjoying, but wishing the walk to his temporary residence was not so far. It didn't take too long for Kit to start recognizing the landmarks that surrounded the old one story motel that was on the outskirts of where they were leaving. Kit had not really understood the layout of the building when he first found the place, with the small collection of rooms that were not connected to one another, but he only cared that room number three still had a nice bed.

Just as the male spotted their destination, his ears caught his companion's impatient sounding question, and his response was to pull Axelle a little closer against himself, before turning off the main road to the motel. "Yep, here we are. I only use the one room." Kit indicated which room, by planning to lead Axelle up to the door, and push the door open. Inside, there was a bed that had seen better days, but with a roof that had at least managed to not leak over Kit's room, had at least been spared the worse. The carpet was stained in several places, and most of the originally sparse amenities were gone, or broken. A few furs draped over the worse parts of the bed to cover up it's age, and a small pack with supplies showed that the room was currently occupied.

"Well beautiful, were here. Now we just have to pop open our drinks, and get to enjoy one another's company." Kit teased while trying to get the female inside, while once again at Axelle's skirt by gently tugging at it, but made no real effort to remove it, and only using it as emphasis for how he hoped to get to enjoy her company.
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Axelle was relieved at the sight of the motel. It wasn’t as great as she had hoped for, but it wasn’t as bad as the other places they passed. It was in between and it will have to do. She hesitated at first, looking in the door at the grungy place, noting that the floor was scuzzy, the ceiling was stained due to not getting maintenance for a while and the weather, the bed was horrible-looking but the furs saved her from sitting on it, and there was a few chairs and a table that looked like it worked. She proceeded after looking around at everything. Kit pulled on her skirt as she passed him, but she ignored it. She plopped her butt down on the bed, and placed the bag next to her. She brought out the two bottles and placed Kit’s on a nearby table. She wasted no time in opening hers and taking a good-sized gulp. The liquid slid down her throat and instantly warmed her up. The dankness of the motel chilled her to the bones as soon as she got there, but the vodka helped a lot.

She patted a spot on the bed next to her, ”Sit with me. Get your bottle.” Axelle sat on the edge of the bed with her bottle stuck between her thighs. She propped herself further onto the bed, taking the bottle with her in between her thighs- smart move. The cap was twisted on the bottle so none of it splashed out. When she was in the middle of the bed, she sprawled out on her back staring at the dirty ceiling; she brought the bottle back up to her lips and took a big sip. Since she was basically backwards and the bottle was now tilted upside down, the liquid came out fast and spilled a little down her cheek. She quickly capped the bottle and wiped what she could away from her face. Her fur was dampened, but she didn’t care. The alcohol was starting to work already, and soon she wouldn’t have a care in the world.

She looked up toward Kit, ”So, do you plan on joining any pack in the future or just staying a loner?” She was a loner once, and while it was good it was bad too, unless one had a permanent home somewhere – but she didn’t. She slept wherever she could, and at that time she wasn’t Luperci either, which made it a little more difficult. She often found herself sleeping in forests and in brush, hidden away from predators. She never got a good night sleep like that… ”Even though being a loner has its pros, it also has its cons…” The alcohol was hard at work, she was getting talkative, ”A pack always provides you with decent sleeping quarters…” She didn’t know what she would do without her den in the howling caverns. It was warm enough during the winter and cool enough during the summer- what more could she ask for?



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OOC Ending:

Axelle and Kit drink together and wind up having sex with each other. Axelle stays with him for the night, and leaves in the morning while he's still sleeping. She leaves feeling some type of way about the night that they just had and feels that this male cares for her, or wants her. Maybe it's all in her head.


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