a waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap
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313. For Jassy (:


Wind gusts caught in the outstretched branches of nearby sugar maple trees, resembling a waltz between forest and breeze. It was a rather chilly afternoon but Honoré barely felt it; he was kept warm by the chic plaid scarf wrapped snuggly around his neck, as usual. The Sugarwoods had already been deemed his favorite place in Souls. It reminded him so much of the sugarhouses back in Quebec. Not to mention, he had a sweet tooth for anything sugary; maple syrup was such a delicacy. Mmm! Just the thought of it made him lick his chops greedily. If gluttony was one of the seven deadly sins, he was a very sinful man indeed!


First step was to drill a two inch hole in one of the trees; an old corkscrew was all he had to complete this task but he still managed to do so in a timely manner. This wasn’t his first time extracting maple sap from a tree; it was sort of a second nature to him. Screwing in the spout was the next step; luckily, Honoré had found a few in one of the cabins nearby. He then used the hook at the end of the spout to suspend his bucket, and voila! All done!


Now he had to repeat the process all over again; tapping more trees meant more sap in the end. It was a lot of work but his efforts would pay off in the end, he knew that much. Honoré planned on bringing some of the amber liquid back to Phoenix Valley. It would give him the opportunity to make friends with his new packmates. Not many people knew how to make syrup, sadly enough. Perhaps he could teach some of them how to do so; it could be quite interesting. The Loas thought about it some more as he got to work on tree number two.



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Out of Character

*chews on you*


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In Character

She was on her way home after yet another long few days of searching for Dahlia's missing children. All she had were a few dead ends, and nothing else. It was growing more and more likely in Kol's mind that the kidnapper was one of Dahlia's own, and everything by now was pointing straight to their mother herself. Kol knew that Firefly would never in a million years harm her own children, but she also knew how badly the woman had been hurt by her mate. Staging the kidnapping of his sons would be an excellent way to hurt him back. It was the absolute last scenario that the Circee would have liked to have been the real one, but every dead end and fruitless search only made her more and more suspicious. The scout had yet to voice her feelings, however, and she continued to search the territories of Souls tirelessly for any sign of the boys, hoping she would turn out to be wrong.


The afternoon found the girl walking tiredly through the Sugarwoods, her Luperci body in the small, energy-conserving four-legged lupine form. It had been days since she had seen the packlands, and all she wanted right now was her comfortable mattress in her little house by the cemetery. A smile creased the wolf's lips as she thought of how the location of her domicile had initially spooked Elliott, the handsome male who seemed to have captured her usually distant heart. The cemetery was still not his favorite place, and so most nights spent with him had been at his own residence, a sturdy treehouse constructed by Elliott's own two hands. It still amazed Kol how he'd done it, and how quickly he'd been able to complete it. The male's love of building was similar to the Stormbringer's love for jewelcrafting when it came to using the talents of their human-like hands.


As thoughts of the male waiting back in Dahlia filled her mind, another male entirely filled her vision ahead. He was striking, all white, and wearing the oddest hat and scrap of cloth she'd ever seen. His strange clothing was shadowed only by the even stranger activity he was engaged in. The optime was screwing holes into the trees, then screwing something into them, and finally hanging a bucket from them. Kol had never seen anything like it, and for the moment the tired ache in her muscles was forgotten as she brazenly made her way over. "Afternoon stranger! I'm afraid my curiosity's gotten the better of me. May I ask exactly what you're doing out here?" She tilted her head as she spoke, her tone friendly and inquisitive rather than rude.





Table by Fishie!



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320. (:


Between focusing on the task at hand and thinking about his pack mates, Honoré barely had time to pay attention to his surroundings. He was about to hang a bucket onto the spout he’d just applied to the second red maple when a female voice rang out, distracting him from his work. His initial reaction was to abruptly twist his body in her direction and let a frown settle on his forehead. His fingers clutched the bucket possessively as he gave the girl a cautious look. He watched her for a moment, chestnut-colored eyes shamelessly examining her from head to toe.


Who was she? He took the time to inhale deeply, taking in her scent and analyzing it to see if she could’ve been a pack mate of his. Nope. Did she want to steal his sap? He certainly couldn’t let that happen! It was his! Honoré remembered how he’d gotten into a pretty nasty argument with another wolf over maple nectar back when he’d lived in northern Québec; he hadn’t given in then and he wasn’t going to give in now just because the stranger standing before him was a girl. No way! The ebony femme would just have to wait her turn if she wanted some syrup of her own.



It hadn’t really occurred to him that she did not pose a threat to his work until she questioned his actions. It was only then that he relaxed a little bit, finishing up with the tree he’d been working on by finally hanging the damned bucket. Turning his attention back to the dark lady, the Québécois finally provided an answer to her inquiry. “Moé?” he asked, pointing to himself. “I’m making du sirop… I mean, syrup. Maple syrup. You know what it is?” he continued, hoping the female would finally catch on. “Good food.” He was rubbing his tummy now, demonstrating just how yummy the amber liquid really was.


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