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i'm just a boat on the ocean
cakeAs the dark wolf walked, he left large footprints in the freshly fallen snow, footprints that would be as fleeting as the human race may as well have been. It was a classic winter night, moonlight breaking dully through the cloudy sky, all sounds blanketed under the snow that fell lightly and covered up Bane's tracks. The old buildings that rose to the sky left strange shadows in their wake, and the quiet was almost deafening. He had never seen Halifax. This had been one of his primary destination points once the leg had healed. And it had healed, as had the wounds, leaving nothing but faint scars beneath his thick, black winter coat.

cakeSome of the signs on the buildings that lined the old street were readable, and Bane scanned them as he walked. Human cities were a treasure trove of invaluable artifacts and items, and on his back was his hiking pack, ready to be filled with supplies. There were some things the doctor could simply not live without. Turning down a dark alley, he stepped carefully over a snowless patch of concrete, avoiding the glass that scattered the ground there. The window of one of the buildings was broken open, and inside were shelves with rows of bottles, and square cases packed atop of each other. Ducking to avoid the top of the doorframe, the large werewolf stepped inside the liquor store, smiling inwardly as he righted himself again. Tomorrow he would find the medical supplies. But now he had time to waste.

cakeSome things were more important than others.


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(Bane is, I think, only the 2nd pureblood wolf 'Trice has actually met, lol)

Odd, that creatures that had been capable of such great wonders could have fallen so swiftly from their own devices. Arrogance was deadly, the she wolf thought, as she moved through the patchwork of light and shadow, her grizzled pelt, providing equal contrasts with its white accents over silver and dark. She carried nothing, not for any aversion to human artifacts, but simply because she had never been a collector of things, and prefered to rely on her own fangs, claws, strength, and wit to get her through tough circumstances. Paws close to in size, though perhaps more finely boned than the male's trod silently through the snow, dark ears flicking about to catch the smallest sound. To say that she was paranoid would be somewhat of an overstatement, rather this she wolf was supremely aware of her surroundings. As such, she became aware of the other's presense quickly. Definitely a he, and close to her own age. Cicatrice ocked her head as she analysed the signs, this male was single, in that he did not seem to be currently affiliated with any pack, something which she had yet to come across in her time in this place where there seemed to be so many closely spaced packs, both wolf and coyote. Narrowing her silvery blue eyes in consideration, the scarred werewolf tracked the male and soon found him.

She stopped a ways back from the door of the liquor stor, wondering what this male was about as he went inside. Cicatrice had never really held a strong curiosity for human things. She might have, had her childhood been different, but things were as they were, and so she didn't. She did have an interest in what other wolves did with them though. Crosssing the street, she poked her head in the door, looking around at the bottles and other strange things. Shrugging, she entered the building and shook the light dusting of snow off her thick winter fur.
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Lol, ditto for Bane with Cicatrice. The place is overrun with hybrids!

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In the pocket of the cutoff jeans he wore were his glasses, safe in a case where they would not break, and he pulled these out and put them on as he moved further into the place. It was dark, inside and outside the building, and Bane leaned in towards the shelves, nose almost close enough to touch the bottles. This served two purposes, the first being so that he wouldn't hit his head on the ceiling, and the second so the words on the labels would become clearer. Wine, whiskey, rum, vodka. Like any man, he had his vices.


As he lifted a bottle of scotch from a dusty shelf nearer the back of the store, he felt something twitch in the back of his head, and his ears swivelled towards the front of the store, the broken window through which he had entered. Half-turned, the dark wolf kept the majority of his focus on what he held in his hand, listening and waiting for a sound or a scent that would identify the thing that had stirred the instinct from rest. What he eventually picked up was neutral, a female smell with nothing to accompany it. She appeared soon after, stepping in from the snow and shaking it off her fur. Bane lowered the bottle and smiled in her general direction, adjusting his glasses so he could look at her over them. His eyesight had never been spectacular, and he couldn't see her very well. It was a minor disability he had adjusted to long ago, and he felt no less at ease because of it.


"Hello," he greeted her, polite and mannerly as always. "Might I offer you a drink?" It still intrigued him how the natives would react. Not necessarily to him, or to human artifacts, but virtually everything in general. He had seen many places and yet none were quite as strange as this.

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(Trice dislikes hybrids for the most part and hates coyotes, and there are way too many of the former if you ask her)

Cicatrice had no trouble with her eyes, which took the male's measure as she approached. He wore some human clothes, while she, with her long furred pelt, did not. He also wore eye glasses perched on his dark muzzle. She smiled at that, because, well, he was a werewolf wearing eyeglasses. Not that she thought his need for them to be of any amusement. She looked dubiously at the bottle of liquid he wielded with some mild interest, "What is it?" She asked canting her head to one side. This shop smelled of something similar to fruit fermenting in the sun. Cicatrice had never tried alcohol, and had little interest in the stuff, still it would give her the opportunity to meet this unknown wolf.
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Lol, her and Bane should get along well.

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"Scotch whisky," he replied immediately. He was fond of scotch. It was a rarity back home, something the commander had offered him several times in the relative security of his office in the old military barracks. It had never been a gesture of friendship, but Bane had never been fooled, either. The man had had wolves bringing him his drinks then, and escorting his guests into the chamber. After the war had begun, all the slaves had been killed.


Turning, the black wolf made his way to the old countertop, resting the bottle next to the cash register, atop the layers of dust the years had gathered there. Carefully, he pried open the bottle by digging his nails into the cork. It opened easily enough, and he lowered his nose to the bottle to breathe in the scent. As he did this, he spoke again, intending to clarify his speech, just in case her query had been more specific than he had assumed. "Alcohol. It's one of my favourites. Care for the first sip? I would pour you some, but I'm afraid there aren't any glasses in here," he added with a cordial smile, looking back up at the woman in the hazy darkness. He nudged the bottle across the countertop, away from him, silently inviting her to join him.

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(Bleh, holidays killed my writing muse, and yes, I hope so, Trice doesn't get along with many people, lol Oh, and my own experience with alcoholic beverages is nearly as nonexistent. I tried scotch when I was 15, and thought it was nasty. I've had more wine than anything, and not much of that, just a wine tasting at a vineyard.)


At the male's initial response, the scarred she wolf looked somewhat blank. Due to her life so far, she hadn't had much opportunity to delve into human interests or matters, and if she had, alcoholic beverages would likely not have been foremost on her list of things to eat or drink, though as they had rather long shelf lives, drinks were likely the more abundant consumables left over from the humans.
Cicatrice had little experience with human spirits, and she wasn't particularly sure she wanted to gain much knowledge in that particular area. She was feeling rather lonely though, and if it would enable her to have some common ground with this stranger, she would try it she supposed. "Uh, sure..." She said, giving the bottle of amber liquid the hairy eyeball before she moved to the counter, picking up the bottle between two white tipped fingers. With a mental shrug, she took a small sip, and first noticed the heat from the alcohol. It was surprising, but not alltogether unpleasant, the taste, she wasn't so sure if she liked that or not. Thinking on it, she sat the bottle down with a soft clink on the counter and eyed the male with mild interest. "Its... Interesting, I suppose," Cicatrice said, for lack of anything better to say.
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Scotch is actually one of the few things I've never tried. XD

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Bane watched her with his piercing eyes as she walked closer and accepted the bottle. As she tilted the drink to take a sip, he began to see the lines on her face, distinct against her dark fur. Scars and markings. Bane was a soldier, but first and foremost he was a doctor, and he had seen many like her before. Curious, and he smiled a thin smile as she put the bottle down. He turned his eyes to the scotch and picked it up himself, ending his scrutiny, for now.


"It's calming, I find," the black wolf stated as he took a sip of his own. Unlike him, to drink straight from the bottle, but you had to make do with what was given to you. "Fills your stomach when there's no food." And how true it was. Back in the Court it had been his breakfast each morning. Prey was scarce in wartime. "I'm Bane Kiles, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you. I must admit, it's nice to see a fullblood wolf around here once in a while." As he spoke, he offered her the bottle again, not even thinking twice about his vaguely racist comment.

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