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OOC: Sorry for the delay in getting this up! 300+
The grey wolf had gone near mad with worry. It seemed that the longer the pups were missing the less sleep he could get. No matter what he tried, he would end up with the same dreams: of him and Mew, frantically searching for their own children, their howls of desperation lost in the cold fog. He would wake up, his whole body shivering beside that of his beloved, his heart racing wildly in his chest. The days grew longer and longer and even the Library proved a poor solace. He could no longer find the strength to carry the many books around. Neither could he simply ignore the mess he made, the haphazard piles in the corners. A few times he had thought of enlisting Alexey's help, but even that meant he would have to spend too much energy. Much more than he had left.
For once, Lubomir left the packlands with another aim in mind. He could not bear to search for the pups again, only to come back with empty hands. So with a heavy heart he set out through the forest, his mind a myriad of possibilities. What if they were all dead? What if they never came back? What then? Without a specific purpose in mind, he still found himself wandering towards Inferni lands and it spoke wonders about his state of mind that he could not even muster the courage to sneer at the coyote lands. Instead, he spotted a cabin nearby, a derelict old thing that he had never noticed before. Would puppies hide in haunted places? Lubomir walked towards it with a heavy heart and pushed open the door with his nose. The whole place stank of mildew and rot, with not living creature for miles.
He noticed some old crates in a corner, but those did not smell of Dahlia either. They stank, instead, of rum, something he had drank once in the Old Country at a summer fest. Sitting down, the old grey wolf let out a low keening sound that bespoke his sadness and grief.
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occ-That kind of title was bound to show up sometime. :3
This was the first time Vexx had ever ventured outside of Inferni. Although it was a little scary, he was glad. This was a step forward for him and he was getting better. However, his memory still hadn't come back. Vexx didn't let that stop him though. He never would. That memory would still be nice though.
Making his way through the lands, Vexx stumbled across a smell. It smell good and bad at the same time, but Vexx had never smelled something like this before. Curious, he stepped in the direction of the smell. It got stronger with every step he took. The closer he got at one point, the smell changed. It started just smelling worse and worse. Vexx shook his head and kept moving. He eventually ended up at a cabin of sorts. With the door already swung wide open, he peeked inside. To his surprise, he saw a grey wolf inside. "Hello?"
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OOC: Haha, yeah, don't see any reason not to use it!  300+
Lubomir quieted down. No reason to attract so much attention to himself. What for, anyway? It was pretty clear the pups weren't in this dingy old cabin. Still, no reason not to investigate a little, see what was what. He found himself feeling empty, drained, so tired he could sleep for eons. He wasn't that old, that much he knew, but still he felt like there was something missing in his life. Wearily the grey wolf was about to leave the cottage when a shadow fell upon the doorstep. He hastily turned around to see another wolf standing there, the reek of Inferni surrounding him. Lubomir's eyes narrowed. "Coming back to the scene of the crime?" Really, the Dahlian had no proof that Inferni were involved, but why not try? Maybe he could shake some fear into this wolf.
Why did the coyotes always have to stick their noses into other peoples' business? Why steal innocent pups? From what the female had said to him, a long time ago now, there was a truce between their packs. Did Gabriel want a war that badly? Or more to the point, did he want another war that badly. Lubomir sighed and turned to look at the cabin one last time. Strange. There was something in the corner. Completely ignoring the Inferni intruder (perhaps not that smart an idea), the Dahlian approached the boxes. He shifted, a process which didn't take as long as before and then struggled to pry the lids open. When the old wood gave way, he found bottles. Neatly stacked rows of bottles. Picking up a dusty one, he turned to the door and asked, "Any clue what this stuff is?" Maybe the Inferni wolf was harmless and maybe the clan had nothing to do with the missing pups. It was a sad thing, almost, that Lubomir's quest for knowledge was that great he needed any excuse to ask questions.
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When the wolf asked about returning to the scene of the crime, Vexx's eyes grew very large. What crime? He'd never been out of the pack lands and the first wolf he sees blames him for something. Goes to show why Vexx wasn't adventurous. But now Vexx was a little more interesed. What did happen here, or what was this wolf so worried about? Vexx decided to save the questions for later and soon the wolf forgot about it, or so it seemed.
The grey wolf picked up a bottle of some sort. He studied it, and asked Vexx if he knew what it was. The hybrid shook his head. Vexx crept up slowly to another bottle that was laid on the ground. There was a faded label on it, but Vexx never learned to read. Or maybe he did know before, but forgot after he lost his memory. He motioned to the bottle. "I think it says something on this one. I can't read it though."
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OOC: Oh yes extension! D:
Lubomir did not turn back. He could feel the coyote coming into the room and for a moment he could feel his back tensing before he shrugged it off. He was shifted and his mysterious little friend here would have to change himself if he wanted to hurt the grey male. Which meant he'd have time to run away if need be. But it seemed that all this guy wanted to know was what was in the bottles. Well, they agreed on this much, at least. Lubomir picked up the bottle and brushed the label. Hm.
It said rum. Lubomir knew what rum was. He'd seen it in the Old Country, in his travels. He'd once drunk some, leading to a somewhat stupid fight picking and a few cuts and bruises. That had not been pleasant. The memory was almost fading away and a slow smile crept on his lips. Did humans not drink to drown their sorrows? Wasn't this what he was trying to achieve? "This, my coyote friend, is rum. Alcohol. Humans drink it to forget. And I want to forget." A strange smile crept on his face. Opening the bottle, Lubomir didn't even take the time to confirm it was rum before gulping some down. Good, good, it burned as it should. "So, you want any?"
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The grey wolf brushed off the dirt on the label. He said that the stuff was rum. An alcoholic drink. Didn't sound too bad. Then again, Vexx had never had any alcohol before so he didn't know what to expect. Well he never had any that he could remember of course. But maybe he never had some before. Well then that meant this was something he was almost completely sure about. He sniffed the mouth of the bottle. It certainly smelled weird. He tool the neck of the bottle in his mouth and leaned his head back to take a swing. The liquid burned its way down his throat. However, there was a refreshing feeling after, and he kept drinking until the bottle was completely empty. He dropped the empty bottle from his mouth and had one thing to say.
"Gimme another one."
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Amusedly, Lubomir watched as the coyote drank through the bottle. Unshifted. This was unusual. But hey, if he got a kick out of the whole thing, who was he to complain? Turning away from his companion, Lubomir looked at the bottle. What to do. He could start drinking and, knowing that he hadn't drunk in a while, see just how long it took until he fell over babbling. He would forget about the puppies. He would forget about the whole ordeal in Dahlia, forget about his horrible past year. He would think he was back in a tavern in Europe, drinking with a traveller and swapping stories. Lubomir looked at the bottle again, raised it and drank.
Oh, how it burned. It burned a hole in his heart and stomach and throat, a nice soothing sort of pain. Lubomir downed the bottle. The room got blurry around the edges and he could feel his knees turning to liquid. He turned to the box and picked up two more bottles. "Good stuff, this one. Whatchu doin around here anyway, uh?" He opened them and took a big gulp. Handing one over, he added, "This good stuff shunna go to no waste."
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Vexx downed the bottle like it was just water. He almost didn't feel any burn. He just took the bottle in his back, leaned his neck up, chugged, and dropped the bottle, ready for another. He was a machine. Sooner or later however, his senses were completely burned out. He was sprawled out on the floor, still drinking the rum. He'd gone through about five bottles before the first hit him. After that, it was all history. He tried to respond to the grey wolf, but all that came out was "Blllllaaaahhhgga". Vexx was officially drunk off his ass.
He leaned over to the wolf, a deep blue eye half closed. "Mnamesss Vecks... I liff righ by tha borders of 'Ferni. I's jus a hybrid though..." His voice was almost unintelligible. He slammed back on the floor and continued to suck the rum from the bottles.
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Lubomir loved the taste of rum. It didn't hurt to drink it and the more he gulped down the better he felt about the whole thing. So what if there were puppies missing? So what if the whole pack was running around like a flock of headless chickens after those two? The rum was great and he had a drinking buddy with him. A coyote, of all things. Someone who once might have fought against Mew. Lubomir drank some more. Even that seemed hilarious. Fighting. Like children. How many bottles now? He tried to look around the room, but it was spinning too much. Maybe he'd only had a couple. And maybe he and the coyote would kiss and make up and everyone would dance around a ring of flowers and sing Kumbaya.
Vexx? Or Bexx? Or Smexx? Something like that. Lubomir nodded sagely. Yes, yes. Of course. "Imma Luhbuhmir. Not frum here. Dahlia. Thems yous fought in that war there, hahahaha. I shouldva hated yous, but yous a good drinker, Smexx. I'mma wolf. Gabriel like hybrids?" When the coyote slammed to the floor, Lubomir started laughing. It was a nice, cheery sound that filled the cabin. "Yous drinker than me, yous is!"
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"Lubbamer?" Vexx asked drunkenly. "I'ma jus call ya Lubba. Causss I can." He leaned back again to chug his seventh bottle. Vexx looked like a cock-eyes fuck in his state. He was so drunk he forgot what was happening from time to time. Lubba asked if Gabriel liked hybrids. He lifted his head clumsily towards Lubomir's. "Whoda FUCK is Gabriel?" Vexx demanded he know who this was, even though he actually did know. He couldn't remember much. He crawled to his feet, his legs wobbling. "You know what man? Y-y-yer drunk, man. Alright? Yer drunk." Vexx cackled voraciously as he fell to the floor once again.
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Normally, he liked it when people actually tried to make his name sound like the original. Lubomir was well aware that mostly it would be impossible, given the awkward letters and pronunciation, but the rum just made it all a whole lot easier. Why bother with his name? Lubba sounded even better, maybe he could get the wolves of Dahlia to call him that. The thought of Mew passed fleetingly through his alcohol-filled brain before swiftly disappearing. "I'mma big Lubba, ya know. I can swift, shit, shift and get a lot bigger thun yous." The thought made the grey wolf laugh again.
It was a queer sight indeed, seeing the two. The coyote rolling around and talking about hybrids and Gabriel and the wolf nodding sagely as he opened another bottle and poured some over himself. Ah, a good night indeed. "Gabriel's your fecken leader, you idiot!" How could he not know? Lubomir could not believe it. Even in his drunken state he was aware of these things! And well, if he was drunk, what did that make Smexx? Lubomir looked slightly disgruntled as he gulped more of the rum.
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Vexx was as drunk as you could get without killing himself. He had stopped drinking the rum, although as his drunkenness would pass he'd continued to drink the liquid. Then the wolf started talking about shifting. What was this guy talking about. What are ya talkin' 'bout? What the feck is shiftin'? Did this guy know something he didn't? The hybrid didn't like people being more up to date than he was. He liked being on top of things. (That's what she said!)
Vexx didn't know what they were talking about anymore. He was so drunk out of his mind he forgot everything then. WHAT? WHO IS GABRIEL? Vexx had to shout because he could swear he couldn't hear anything. He looked around the room, everything seemingly out of order.
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