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Snow fell around him in flurries, gathering into powdery deposits on the ground. The luperci sat, having just arrived at the sunny Occasus Promontorium, and gathered his small bag into his lap. Giggle had never the opportunity to keep a small collection of material possessions with him, and was finding that it was both useful and cumbersome. Within the small bag was a thin book entitled 'The Importance of Being Earnest', by a Mr. Oscar Wilde. He had discovered the script in the library at the Mansion, where he had been spending a good majority of his time. The coyote liked the comforting smell and protection it provided.
Although it snowed, the sun peeked out, and the wind had slowed enough for him to be comfortable. Gig adjusted his arm strap and tugged out the book gently, finding the page he had carefully dogeared. He crossed his legs and hunched over, picking up where he had left off.
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cakewhee!
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cakeThe sun called her name like the lover she'd never had, and she answered its call obediently, feet thudding in the snow as she ran. Talitha rarely walked when she could run; this echoed her philosophy on life, namely that it was to be lived, and fuck anyone who disagreed. She'd sleep when she was dead. The boredom she'd hoped to abandon at the mansion trailed behind her like a length of rope, with one end attached to her neck; she'd be damned if it were going to catch up, though. This noose wouldn't kill her.
cakeLeaping like her tail was on fire, tearing up the snow behind her, the dog-coloured girl spashed through the river that ran through the lands, breaking the thin ice atop of it. She was on two legs, because she preferred it this way, even though it brought back memories she'd rather have forgotten. It was getting easier, or so she told herself. Ducking under some tree branches, she caught a scent in the air, one that she had caught in the mansion recently but had never managed to put a face to. Slowing down and breathing heavily, the girl stretched her arms as she stared through the flurries that fluttered like falling clouds before her. Some guy, someone who wasn't related to her -- hell, that was new. Grinning to herself, she caught sight of the stranger in the distance, and the book he held. As she walked, she called out, voice breathless but strong nonetheless.
cake"Reading? What kind of fuckery is this? There's a whole damn world out there, you could be doing somethin' fun!" Though her voice was teasing, she stopped a good fifteen feet from the young man and didn't move closer. This was almost a test, but only in her twisted view of the world. There were two men in the world she trusted, and this fellow was neither of them. Didn't mean she couldn't have fun with him, though.
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A light chuckle escaped him as he took in the witty dialogues and syntaxes. This Wilde fellow had an excellent grasp on language. His reverie was broken rather quickly by a sudden breathless voice across the air. The coyote looked around, indigo eyes seeking out the source and landing on a young girl, apparently energetic to a t. Giggle didn't speak for a moment, considering her question as a serious statement. Finally, he closed his book and put it down beside him. 'Well, I guess you've a point.' He focused on her, turning to face her fully. 'But on occasion there are fun things to be had from books.' The young male reached for the book and opened it, seeking out a specific term.
'Like, I guess, take this-- bunburying.' He rolled the word around for a moment, then continued. 'It's-- well, listen: "You have invented a very useful younger brother called Ernest, in order that you may be able to come up to town as often as you like. I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose."' He took a breath and looked up at the girl, continuing with: 'It's an interesting idea, isn't it? To invent an imaginary person, so that you can escape any obligations you had?' He put the book down again and leaned back onto his palms, watching the girl curiously. She looked familiar to Gabriel- a relative maybe? As was custom for him, he withheld his name until it would be absolutely necessary.
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cakelol, oh yeah. XD
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cakeWell, that was entirely not the reaction Tal had been looking for. Leaning sideways, the girl balanced her weight on one hip and stared at the stranger as he pondered her words, closing his book as he did so. Then he opened his mouth and began to speak, and her own mouth opened slightly as well, and she simply continued to stare. Fun things? Books? It was fun if they had pictures. Fun, maybe, if you didn't have ADD like her. The fact that he didn't even crack a smile baffled her, and she knew she was dealing with a near-hopeless case here. Hey, she had been bored, maybe this was exactly what she needed -- a challenge.
cake"Why the hell would anyone do that? Spend all their time lying? Why not just tell people you don't feel like it?" Tact had never lent the german-shepherd coloured hybrid his hand. Realising belatedly she didn't really care what else he had to say on the matter, she continued before he went on with his incessantly boring speech. "Whatever, Bunbury. If you think there's fun to be had in books, you ain't never had fun. Lemme guess, that dye job you got, wasn't your idea, was it?" Unfortunate, because she rather liked it. As she spoke, she shoved strands of thick red-brown hair from her face, wetting her fur on the snow that clung to it. Under the hair there was a grin, wide on her face as she watched him, hoping for a reaction, any kind, really. If she was right, and he wasn't just having a blah day, she'd have to take the poor kid under her wing. Everyone deserved their chance.
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He realised he was with someone of an entirely different nature than him, and would have to act accordingly. At the same time he didn't risk acting out of character- he didn't have it in him. Gig shoved his book into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, finally standing up. He moved towards her a few steps, still keeping a distance, before she spoke. He blinked, considering her words. 'Sometimes-- well, sometimes, you don't want to offend anyone--' the male started, trying to construct a logical theorem. He would never get the chance to fully flesh out his thought for she had gone off again, efficiently cutting him off. 'My name's n--" Giggle started, and then shut his mouth quickly, as the opportunity presented itself. If she wanted to call him Bunbury- and Bunbury was surely a more respectable name than Giggle- by all means, let her. He could withdraw his name! Especially in this case, as he was certain the free spirited girl would mock him for it.
Her question surprised him. Nobody had asked him that before; they'd just assumed he was trying to be unique. He looked away for a moment, and then back, shrugging. 'It- my brother played a prank on me.' Self-consciously he covered it, before adjusting the wrap on his scarred arm. 'He was a tad bitter. Maybe because his name was Giggle.' Where had that come from? Not that his brother's real name was better, but then-- was he saying Giggle was his only brother or his second brother? Second, he decided. Here would be an opportunity to go bunburying, even if it was on a small scale. The coyote almost smiled but didn't. The girl was -- well, he liked her, anyway, and who knows, maybe they could be friends, or something along those lines. It would be better than having a bunch of faceless acquaintances, anyway. 'What's your name?' He asked, curiously, letting his arms dangle uselessly by his side.
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cakeThis thread is very entertaining.
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cakeWhatever words the boy had intended to get through fell on deaf ears; when Tal didn't want to hear something, she didn't, and that was the end of it. However, this didn't mean she was unobservant -- as the coyote moved closer to her, she took two short but defiant steps back, crossing her arms as she continued that relentless onslaught with her blood-red eyes. Though her manner was friendly enough (as far as Talitha was concerned,) her body language belied this, speaking silent volumes for her, for things that still woke her up in the middle of the night, even now. They were in Inferni, he was part of the pack, but she didn't trust anyone who wouldn't kill for her, and that number was small. Comfort came with time. She didn't give a rat's ass, either, what he thought.
cakeHis voice rang out again and she watched as he adjusted the cloth on his arm as he spoke of his brother. "Giggle?" Tal repeated in great amusement, and it glinted in her eyes like hidden diamonds. The grin was bigger than ever, no attempt to conceal it. "What kinda name is that? Hell, I'd be bitter too." She laughed then, briefly, shoulders shaking silently. "My name is Talitha Lykoi. That's a name for you, right there. That's Madam Lykoi to you, though, Bunbury." The last part she added as if she were scolding a child, but as per usual, that joking tone remained; she was just picking on him because he seemed like the type who would take it. Then, abruptly, her mind jumped, and her train of thought teleported somewhere else entirely.
cake"So what's the reading about, anyway, Bunbury? Perspective? Is that it, gaining perspective on life, opening that third eye? Because there're better ways to do that, you know. I can help you gain some perspective. We've all got three eyes." The laughter in her eyes was unmistakeable, but secretly she hoped he'd accept -- locking herself up with her guitar did get a little lonely sometimes.
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She moved away from him when he moved, and she signaled distrust with her movements; he didn't take offense or even really notice. While the coyote hybrid himself had never bothered with the whole trust/distrust thing and rather took a neutral stance, letting others push themselves backwards or forwards with him, he didn't expect anyone to take to him quickly. So Gig kept where he was, suddenly glad he'd concealed his name as she spoke again. Imagine if she ever found out-- no, well, she wouldn't. That was that. She then introduced herself, another Lykoi-- aha, that linked it all together. Gabriel and Corona were siblings and this girl had Corona's last name and looked like Gabriel. The male didn't know if she was being serious or not, so he just nodded, pausing briefly to scratch his chin.
She was speaking again quite suddenly, and he tried to gather his thoughts to match her lighting pace. 'Not exactly.' Giggle glanced to his bag and back. 'It just occupies time.' So maybe he had no life, so what? She offered him perspective, then. The hybrid looked up sharply, eyes widened slightly. What exactly did she mean? He didn't know, but at the same time, wanted to find out. Talitha- er, Madame Lykoi- was... well, interesting to start with. He liked her, at least on a basic level. Maybe this would lead to some sort of friendship. Or maybe her idea of perspective was shoving him off a cliff- it would be better than his current state of mindless wandering, sadly. 'Three eyes, hn?' He repeated slowly. 'Well-- I guess, okay, sure. But what exactly do you have in mind?' He slanted his indigo eyes at her, unsure of what the future would hold.
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cakeHe said something about occupying time, but she wasn't really listening. She was getting at something here, and she wanted him to go along with it, which she figured he would do even if just out of curiosity. Already her mind had moved on from what she said, holding onto nothing but the gist of her intentions. His surprise was obvious and it pleased her, and her grin stayed there, plastered on her face as she reversed her weight to her opposite leg, hips tilted in a pleasant curve, and leaned her torso forwards toward him. "Three eyes," she repeated firmly, amusement heavy in her voice. Tal knew about her third eye, and wanted to learn some more. So she would.
cakeHe asked what and she didn't respond. Instead she abruptly stood up straight and blurted out, "Race ya!" Just as suddenly, the girl turned around and took off like a flash, tail streaming behind her again, following her own tracks which, by now, were partially covered up in fresh snow. Nevermind the fact that she'd had a head start, or the fact that this coyote with the purple face didn't even know where they were going. He'd follow her, surely, and then she'd see how far he'd really go.
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Giggle was feeling a curious mixture of confusion, bewilderment, amusement, and slight relief, if you wanted to call it that. She seemed intent on ignoring anything he said, and he vaguely wondered if anything he said would register; he didn't want to experiment, though. She repeated that funny phrase- three eyes- and the coyote didn't say anything in reply, instead watching the snow fall, trying to pick out the individual clusters. 'If I had a third eye, where would it be?' he mumbled. The unfortunate hybrid didn't have time to think on that long, because Talitha suddenly exclaimed 'race ya!'
For a minute he didn't respond. Then, it suddenly registered what she'd said and what she'd meant- and he jumped up, looking about him for a moment to ensure nobody was watching before tearing off after her. He loped behind her, fast but not fast enough to catch up to her. Giggle realised quite suddenly he had no idea where they were going, and called out to the shepherd-colored girl: 'Where-- are we -- headed?'
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cakelittle bit of powerplay in making him follow her, let me know if you want it changed :]
cake"You'll find out, won't you?" Tal yelled back to the coyote, unaware if he would even hear her, if her words had been lost in the wind and the snow that swirled around her as she ran. Darting around trees and over snow-covered rocks, the mansion soon came into view, and again out of breath, the girl slowed down to a jog, grinning to herself as she neared the back door of the big house. Opening it, she stepped inside to the relative warmth and shook herself off immediately, ignoring how the snow settled on the floor, not caring if it would melt. The place was already old, a bit of water wouldn't kill it.
cakeLeaving the door open for Giggle, she headed for the stairs, towards the room she'd claimed as her own when she had returned. As he followed her in, she shut the door, listening carefully for anyone else; it seemed like everyone was out, thankfully. It was dark and warm in the girl's room, with a navy blanket covering the window, comic books and stuffed toys scattered around, and mismatched furniture shoved against the walls here and there. Near the window was a beanbag chair, and it was this she grabbed, tossing it onto the bed upside-down. The seam was ripped on the bottom, and she reached into it, fishing around for a moment before pulling out a bottle full of clear liquid. Grinning, she sat heavily on the bed and shoved her red-brown hair from her eyes, so she could see the purple-dyed coyote a little better. "This," she stated dramatically, "will help you to open your third eye." As she spoke, she held the bottle up to show him, and patted the bed next to her with her free hand. She wasn't much afraid anymore; this was her safe place, this room, and perhaps it was an illusion, but nothing could hurt her there. "Sit down!"
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He still hadn't a clue where they were headed, and Talitha wasn't being very helpful at all. He had expected as such. The mansion loomed before him and he inhaled sharply, putting in a last burst of speed to catch up to the other coyote. Giggle stopped beside her, and then followed her inside, indigo eyes wincing at the site of the melted snow on the wooden floors. Water was not good for wood, oh no. Without a word the hybrid unwrapped his arm and dropped the cloth onto the floor, mopping up the wetness a small bit. He picked the cloth back up and stuffed it in his bag. He could rewrap later; right now, he had lost Talitha as she headed up the stairs.
Up the stairs and into a bedroom, hers, perhaps. Interesting artifacts were scattered around; he picked up an age-faded copy of The Spirit and browsed it's stained pages, admiring the art. The girl coyote was getting out something from a beanbag chair. He carefully replaced the comic and watched her curiously, as she pulled out a vial of clear liquid. After introducing it without naming it (what the hell was it? water? acid?) she beckoned for him to sit and he obediently sat, keeping his eyes fastened to the little vial. After a moment, he finally asked: 'What is that?' It would be silly to assume it water-- it had to be a drug of some sort. Giggle had never been truly exposed to drugs, but knew of them in passing. He had never been interested, to be honest- but then, if Talitha wanted him to try it, he'd try it- that was their deal, no?
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cakeHe sat. She grinned to herself. This was too easy. Not much of a challenge. That wasn't to say the girl wanted a challenge or anything; she felt like she'd never really had a real one, so who the hell knew if she'd like it or not? Anyway, the entire thing was kind of moot; she didn't really know what she was after, even if she did know how to get it. Leaning back on one arm, she listened to his voice as she eyed the bottle in her free hand. It looked so innocent.
cake"Vodka," she replied cheerfully, opening the bottle with a slight amount of difficulty. She then sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. "They say it tastes like nothing, but they lie." With that, she mustered up some courage and took a swig. That time, she only winced a little bit, through the smile on her face as she looked at Giggle. "Here ya go, Bunbury." As she spoke, she held the bottle out to him. "Your turn." Talitha believed in and followed the Golden Rule: pass it on.
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So he had been both right and wrong- for liquer surely constituted a sort-of drug, although it had been silly of him to jump to such an extreme. The coyote watched her face, noted her crinkling nose, wondered what it tasted like if the smell enough had been that bad. Giggle was a virgin to the pleasures of drink and drug; he had recieved a second-hand high from his mother's joint as a child, but had never sought to experience it for himself. Still, he had promised to try anything, and he would, if only to keep in Talitha's company longer- he admired how easy going she appeared, so sure of herself. He could learn from her.
She handed him the bottle and he gently took it, staring down into the clear liquid for a second. Hesitation shone in his indigo eyes. The smell took him by surprise as he lifted it, and he put it down for a moment more, considering his options. Then, he gathered his courage and poured a swig down his throat. The alcohol burned his throat and mouth. He handed the bottle back to her, coughing, his eyes watering slightly. The taste in his mouth was none-to-pleasant, either. Why did they subject themselves to this? He'd find out, eventually, the hybrid though, crinkling his nose. He thought to say something to the girl. 'Wow.' He murmured, and lifted his gaze to the shepherd colored coyote. 'That's... strong.'
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cakeShe stayed in position, leaning back on one arm, watching the purple-dyed coyote as he took the vodka and lifted the bottle to his mouth. The mere sight made her smile -- Talitha discovered these things on her own because her aversion to company didn't make her any less curious about life in general. These were things she needed to get over, but ask her if she cared. She laughed shortly as he coughed and told her what he thought of it. "Yeah, you'll get used to it." A lazy reply. She didn't care if he didn't like it; she would find a way, God help her, to get him to keep her company. It was boring to drink alone.
cakeShe grinned as she met his gaze, and plucked the bottle from his hands. She took another swig, focusing for a moment on nothing in the world but the burning sensation in her throat and stomach; when it faded a little, she sat up and crossed her legs, leaning in towards him and pointing at his arm, where the bandage had been a short time ago. "So what happened?" Though blunt, her curiosity was genuine, and as she spoke, she offered him the bottle again. She hadn't drank much in her as-of-yet short life, and she was a lightweight: probably wouldn't take her long before her third eye opened and she saw the world a little clearer. It was always better that way.
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He allowed himself to relax on her bed, drawing his legs up and crossing them. At her reply the coyote looked down, studying his feet. He'd get used to it. That implied more vodka, and he'd have to assume it wouldn't be his- but more importantly, it implied that Talitha would be around to give him more vodka, which implied that he was not going to be outcasted from her company. Which implied that maybe, just maybe, he'd actually have a companion in his life, an ally. Or to be smultzy, a friend. The bottle disappeared from his hands and into hers, but was, after a moment, reoffered along with a question.
Taking the bottle he hesitated before answering. 'My brother... Giggle, I told you before. He and I never got along, and he decided it'd be great fun to steal some of my mother's dyes and, well, dye me. I was asleep but he knocked me out, anyway. To be safe, I guess.' Giggle paused to have a drink, still coughing slightly but not as surprised by the sensation of alcohol on his throat. 'The next day I burned as much of it as I could and trimmed the rest. I suppose I overreacted.' When he put it that way, it did seem stupid of him. But he had been so furious and so desperate to get that ridiculous crap out of his fur. He held out the bottle to her, eyeing the quickly lowering quantity of vodka.
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Thanks again for the set, I love it. :]
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It hit her like a rock, but it always did. Never took much -- the girl was small and thin like her mother, and had never had much of a resistence. She liked it, this feeling of who-gives-a-rat's-ass. Most would've told her that was what she normally acted like anyway, but the difference was that, when she was sober, it was exactly that -- an act. What could she say, she loved attention, and she loved it when people thought she was brave. Watching him, she nodded as he told her his story.
"This Giggle guy sounds like an asshole," she told her purple-dyed companion, leaning a little closer to take a look at his arm. Knocking a guy out to play a prank? That was worse than even anything she would do. Her words weren't quite slurred yet, but her movements were a little less coordinated. "But yeah, you did overreact. I like it, I think it's awesome, the purple. I wish you had more." The girl grinned as she said this, moving so she could look him in the eye as she took the bottle back. It tilted upwards as she took another swig. If she had been an older or braver woman, she perhaps would've have wasted time talking, but that wasn't the case. "So what, did you just leave or something?" There had to be some reason why he was here. Inferni wasn't home to many outsiders.
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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Haha, no problem [: This sucks. Ark.
The vodka was almost gone by now, and he wasn't too fond of the burning substance. Giggle supposed he'd get used to it eventually, if only because Talitha wanted him to, but for now he considered himself done. The coyote's tongue was fuzzy in his mouth and he felt slightly light-headed. Never trying alcohol before made him weak to it's effects. He wasn't too far, though, just lightly buzzed. It was almost pleasant but unfamiliar, how he felt. Warmer. A little less inhibited, even. He inclined his head to the girl as she replied. Yes, that Giggle guy was an asshole.
Her next statement surprised him. She liked it? Self consciously he covered his muzzle, looking down.
'I- I don't like to stick out,' he said, catching her eyes on his. She plucked the bottle from him then and he glanced away, thinking about her next question.
'Yeah. Well, I mean, I'd been thinking on leaving for a while, anyway. Wasn't too happy there. With my brother and parents, that is.' He scratched his nose and looked back at her.
'What about you? Were you born here?' He was making assumptions, but then again, how many german-shepherd colored coyotes could exist in one place without being related?
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Lazily – and a little clumsily – Tal closed the bottle and tossed it behind her on the bed. She felt good, it was enough for now. Grinning like an idiot, she leaned over towards her companion, resting her chin on his shoulder. She didn’t think it through as she did it, it just seemed like something to do. The girl tended to care too much, about everything and what people thought of her; this was why she liked to drink, because it was the only time when she really didn’t care, or she forgot she did. It was suitable.
”Yeah. Gabriel’s my dad and Zeke is my brother,” she replied, not bothering to ask if he’d met either of them. Probably had, but you never know. ”And Corona’s my aunt. And some others are related to me too. We’re a big family.” Her grin had faded into a vague smile as she added the last part. Fuzzy as her mind was at the moment, it still drifted to thoughts of her mother, who was the only one missing. ”So, you don’t miss your family at all then?” She was tired, but genuinely curious, and through the haze of the alcohol, enjoying the physical contact which, now, was so rare that it had almost been forgotten. As innocent as it was here, it was something she would have feared if she’d been sober. The stains were still there, and she knew they would be permanent.
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His mind was hazy, but comfortably so. The corners of the room were starting bleed into each other, forcing him to focus on what was in front of him, namely, Talitha, who tossed the bottle onto the bed. For a moment, the coyote tensed as the girl moved towards him and placed her chin on his shoulder, before relaxing into it. Giggle was not one for intimacy; proximity made him nervous. Right now, though, he just felt warm, and it was all okay. She answered his question, confirming his original assumption. He hummed under his breath for a moment, listening to her question. 'I guess not,' he admitted, yawning lightly. Since his arrival at Inferni he had hardly even considered his family. Perhaps it was strange that he'd never properly bonded with them, but to him, it was just the way things were.
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If she had been sober, she might've laughed at him. He wasn't really much less boring when he was drunk. So much for the third eye theory. Grinning at him, she pulled away for him and flopped back on the bed. "I missed my family when I left. They're my favourite." The comment -- both vague and slightly jumbled -- made sense in her mind. Shoving the near-empty bottle away from her head, she glanced back at the coyote sitting on her bed. The room felt warm and comfortable. She felt alone in her head, for once. "Anyway, good night." She added this last part like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Yawning, she tugged one of the blankets over herself, thinking absently to herself that she'd have to find some way to get this guy to relax a little when she woke up. She liked a challenge.
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