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........ The area was new to her, so it was only natural that she already had left Inferni behind temporarily to get an idea of what these lands had to offer. The youth had already determined that there were two wolf packs nearby, one to the southwest and one further south. They seemed outnumbered, and she was certain there were more groups of scum to be discovered if she wandered further west. She pondered how Inferni stayed alive, as she had lived in the belief that they were a bunch of hardcore individuals that did not step down for anyone. The dark girl was not entirely sure if she wanted to know. She’s rather avoid disappointments if she could. Gabriel had already done so by serving her a truth about her father that she had not been aware of. It had stung. It still did.
........ The girl was in her luperci form, accompanied by a pair of tattered jeans in dark blue and an armless black t-shirt with a gray skull across her chest. Wearing human clothes still felt a bit silly, but she had to admit that she liked the feeling it gave her. She felt different, and she looked rather dashing in the mirrors. Vanity was not a crime. The girl moved hesitantly towards the towering city of Halifax, unsure of what exactly she wanted from here. Exploring was one thing, but now that she was in such a rich area it would be foolish not to take advantage of it. The girl let a set of sharp nails trace the side of a human bank from the past. She was not in need of ammunition, and she didn’t want to handpick another weapon before she trusted her skills with the 9mms.
........ Halo let a short yawn embrace her face, and shook her head softly, causing her silky, copper-black hair to cover her face. The girl found a string in a pocket and gathered the unruly hair in a wild ponytail. She shook her head gleefully and messed up her heavy bangs, letting the hair fall partly over her left eye. The girl raised a finger to her mouth, hungry for something sweet. The Lykoi girl had early developed a taste for the human sweets after the family had resided near an abandoned candy store. Surely there had to be something tasty here somewhere. She started to move slightly faster, walking in the middle of the abandoned streets of the outskirts of Halifax, sugar haunting her mind.
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The door to the bar swung crazily on its hinges as Jacquez Trouillefou staggered out into the street, a wild grin on his lean collie-muzzle. Haven Aatte had done well to show him this hole of a bar, filled with glittering treasures of the alcoholic variety. He took another refreshing swig of his bottle of rum, wiping his wet lips on the white fringe of fur on his good arm as the fiery drink burned down his gullet."Haha, c'est fantastique," the tall canine laughed to himself, dark eyes alight with pleasure. A week of sobriety was too long to suffer...
His folded ears flopped back as he looked to the sky - overcast. Perhaps it would rain. Snorting with derision - what sky dared to rain upon him? - the one-armed Optime padded down the abandoned street, looking for something to amuse himself with. There were more buildings than he was accustomed to, more trinkets and playthings just waiting to be liberated. Everything in his hometown had been thoroughly looted already, due to the overpopulation in the area. An empty city, well, this was quite a find! Oh - not completely empty, then. He peeked his head around the decaying wall of a store, finding himself faced with the receding form of a no-doubt pretty stranger.
"Aha! Mademoiselle, I thought I heard footsteps... You come here by yourself?" Jacquez lilted without missing a beat, sporting a devious grin. The rum bottle dangled loosely from his claws as he drew to his full height, dark gaze studying her appearance with interest. Clothing must be a trend amongst the younger generation, he noted with pursed lips. He would rather remain au naturel. "Won't you turn around, cherie?"
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........ There was a shout from behind, and the girl slowly turned to a halt, her rich tail doing a catlike movement, intrigued. She had heard him exit the bar (he seemed like a noisy fellow) and now he was advancing. At his request, the young girl swirled around to face the larger creature. Like her, the man was shifted, and unlike her, in his Adam’s suit. The girl pursed her lips in return, a lonely eyebrow rising slowly as she took in the sight of the one armed creature in front of her. She was relatively young, but Vitium had taught his children well. Arrogance was as much a part of her as beating heart. The man was oddly coloured, and she was not sure if she could sense much wolf in him. Still, a drunk with only one arm. She took a step away from him, offering him a little frown.
........Her crimson eyes were alert, although he seemed quite affected by the liquid. One could never know. ”Where’s your other arm, freak?” the girl asked with a bittersweet tone in her delicate voice. He looked odd, and she felt this weird need to adjust her balance. A few fingers rose to her face to brush aside the dark bangs so that both eyes could get a proper look at the stray. Could he possibly know the way to a candy store?
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The lithe female obeyed his request, twisting sinuously to meet him eye to eye. And such eyes they were... Jacquez pursed his lips, whistling in surprise. "Rouge! You are a devil's child, mademoiselle, with eyes like blood... How dangerous you must be." She seemed to size him up before taking a wary pace backwards. It made him smile. He wasn't about to attack her, not when he was in such a pleasant mood from his alcohol. She was just a treat for his eyes. The collie-dog was ignorant to the differences between their races; he had never met a coyote before, and he might never be able to pick out the subtle traits of a hybrid. Only their irises clued him in; dogs had familiar sky-blue or earth-brown, and wolves had every shade of the rainbow, except for the rich crimson he saw before him. He knew, though, that his patchwork pelt and folded ears made him stand out in this land of drab pack animals, and hopefully that would make him all the more desirable to the silly beasts.
"My arm..." he purred, deep voice rich with amusement. Red-eyes was curious? He took it as an excuse to show off, and flexed the hard muscles in his chest, making the silvery scar tissue that knotted his left shoulder more apparent. "It is rotting in the belly of a swamp lizard, an alligator. Have you heard of their kind? Fearsome jaws that can crush bone, and a scaly armor that no claws can pierce. I was lucky the brute only claimed my arm, before I broke its neck." The lies were smooth from practice, indiscernible from his sleek smile. It could be truth; he did not have any recollection of the actual event... but no one knew that here. Would she still call him "freak", knowing that he was noble and fierce? That his amputation was not any kind of weakness, but an imbalance he was proud of...?
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........ She chose to take his comment on her eyes as a compliment, and the girl smiled shyly, amusement twinkling in the corners of her eyes. She swayed her upper body slowly while looking at him, tilting her head curiously. Her arm swayed slowly along with her body, while her other hand played with the loose locks. Her ears perked to take in the story about his arm. Her eyes, however, did not follow his lips, as they were busy watching his muscles work under his skin and he visibly was showing off. She supposed he had every right to do so, as his body was rather pleasant to gaze at except for the lack of a second arm. Must be weird without a limb, but he seemed to cope, as his self-confidence seemed rich and healthy.
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The story was interesting, and whether or not the story was true did not trouble her mind. She recognized the word alligator, and the name was accompanied by a mental image of a rough, long lizard with great jaws. She would have loved to be able to see a live one. She was certain to experience it for real it would be different than to gaze at a picture. ”My, my.” the girl purred soothingly, floating towards him, hips swaying elegantly yet subtly. His reaction had been pleasant. She could quickly reveal uncertainty within creatures, and he had passed the first test brilliantly.
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”So strong..” she cooed lightly, feet bringing her closer, still closer to the man. She felt small and timid next to him, but that was generally how she preferred it to be. She was weak, small and fragile, in need of protection. She wanted them to feel that urge. ”So brave..” she continued, voice smooth as silk. Her chin lifted as she had to tilt her head backwards to meet his dark glance. They reminded her of dark water. Mysterious and so tempting.
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He liked where this was going.
Her alert distastefulness seemed to melt away, sanguineous gaze transfixed by his sinuous frame. A wicked smile drew slowly across his lips, equally intrigued by her nubile curves. What was beneath the crude garments she sported? Would he get to see? As she drew nearer, her small size, the softness of her facial features, it spoke of her being younger than he had first assumed. But willingness was a much more attractive quality than age, and her enticing sashay spoke of just that. He took another swig from his bottle, grunting appreciatively as the fire burned down his gullet, feeding his growing ego. Her delicate, cooing voice reached his ears, tickling something deep within his tortuous maze of a mind. He carelessly dropped the bottle behind him, taking a step forward to close the gap.
"Strong and brave... a man has to be so, in a world filled with danger. So that he can protect the delicate blossoms, struggling to flower..." He leaned close, inhaling the tension vibrating between them. She had not offered her name. He would not ask for it. His hand slowly raised towards her, white fingers brushing her dark tumbling locks of hair. There was something entrancing about her garnet gaze, something that made her seem like a fragile flower concealing poison in her petals. Was the nameless beauty a seductress...? He was already well intoxicated, and drinking was not his favourite vice, not compared to what he had in mind. "Mademoiselle... Are you afraid?" His deep voice barely rose above a whisper, the darkening sky above him forgotten. It almost seemed demure, for the girl to conceal her slender form beneath the tattered jeans. He now had an irresistible urge to remove them...
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........ Her glance stayed firmly on the dog as he spoke. She grasped the synonyms, and rather appreciated being compared to a flower. The youth was not particularly fond of blossoms, but the universal opinion of them spoke of beauty, and that was how he saw her. A fragile flower, leaning towards the sun. He would not allow anyone to step on her and make her wither. He leaned slightly closer, and her nose caught up the foul scent of alcohol upon his breath. Although the need to wrinkle her nose was there, she made sure no such response was made obvious to the man. Halo was not used to alcohol. She knew what it was and what purposed it served, but the girl had yet to taste the fire water. She let her breath channel through her mouth, putting the traffic through her nostrils to a minimum to ease the unfamiliar and unpleasant scent. She could deal with it.
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He touched her wild fringe, and she willingly let him, though there was a gentle pinch of doubt. The male seemed pleasant enough, and he was no wolf. There was dog in him, much more than in her. She could not tell if he was of pure breed or not, but should these things matter? It did to her, although she was aware that she was being hypocritical for doing it. There was more wolf in her than coyote and dog, and yet she felt reluctance rise whenever she thought about the Canis Lupus. Vitium had taught them well, his words resided deep within her and reminded her of her magnificent heritage every day. The man’s voice sounded again, and the coy grin bloomed yet again in her face, her crimson orbs twinkling with hidden laugh. ”Maybe?” her voice announced, playful as ever, serving it as a question back. Should she be?
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Her slender hand rose to touch his chest, and she slowly let her fingers brush his light fur as they slowly slid down towards his belly. Beneath the magnificent fur and skin, the muscles were compact and evident. Just then, she felt like the fragile flower, facing something more powerful, someone that could quickly ruin her if her beauty did not take his breath away. She failed to see any cruelness in him, though, but his form spoke of that strength that predators longed for when they were to extinguish foolish, little girls. Suddenly the girl started to turn away, though she seemed to hesitate when he was on her side. Her face turned to gaze upon the man again, that welcoming twinkle still apparent in her intense eyes.
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”Show me the way to the closest candy store?” the young girl asked, a light plea in her melodic voice. Would he be so kind to accompany her? The city looked big and dangerous, and who would be better to keep her safe than him? Her voice seemed to echo her thoughts, and she erratically let the hand that had been on him moments before lift to her own, slightly more curved chest, clenching her hand into a fist. Seductive yet so innocent. No one should be able to resist.
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She did not draw away as he approached, did not shy from his inebriated swagger or his soured breath. Jacquez was used to his girls being as drunk as he was, so the minute details of the coyote-hybrid's reactions were lost upon him. Her eyes, those depths of blood-red, remained fixated on him - and he loved the attention, his own dark gaze sweeping over her youthful body, marveling at the natural control she had developed at such a young age. If she were truly an innocent, would she not be frightened of someone taller, stronger, foreign to her? Unless... it was her naivety that led her to answer so coyly, her pretty smile disarming him. She was enough of an enigma to have him wrapped around her finger, to do with as she pleased. He did not answer her - merely held his mischievous smile as her hand danced lightly down his torso, lingering on the whipcord muscles that his harsh life had given him.
Ooh, she was a tease, his mind told him, feeling her fingers slip away from his warm chest, hesitantly touching her own. He loved the picture she was painting, absolutely loved the perfect blend of playful and shy and alluring. Still, he felt a moment of regret that he had tossed his bottle so soon, assuming that he wouldn't need it where she was taking him. The fragile glass had cracked on the pavement, leaking his alcohol into a useless puddle. He really needed to be less wasteful with his addiction, or the limited supply he kept abusing would soon be gone altogether.
The collie-dog let his head tilt curiously, folded ears flopping to one side at her unexpected request. "'Candy store', mademoiselle? I am afraid that I am as new to this place as you - I do not know the location of which you speak." The simplicity of her plea surprised him - he had expected something more manipulative from the devil-blossom, and once again his intoxicated perception contradicted itself, believing that he was over-thinking this and she was nothing more than a pretty little stranger who didn't want to be alone. "But... if you like, I'd be happy to spend the day at your side as you search. Who knows what this city has to offer?" Jac added smoothly, his teeth bared in a smile. It would rain soon, and then they would have to take cover in a building together. How long could she stall him then, with nowhere else to go...?
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........ A mild disappointment flashed in her ruby eyes when he revealed that he was clueless. She turned away from him instantly, her hip swaying lovely as she spun around and placed her hand on her hip. If he had, she could have tempted him with a fine reward. The girl gave a sharp inhale through slightly parted teeth, her free hand lifting to shelter her eyes from the bright yet dimming daylight as she let her eyes wander aimlessly across the hollow buildings of the abandoned city. She was on her own, as always, it seemed. He stayed and offered her continued company despite the fact that he would be useless as a guide. The youth turned back at him, sizing him up a second time, but with more ease, as she already had his body all mapped up.
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His white smile was charming. Her lips pursed slightly into something resembling the shadow of a pout. ”Such a shame, I’m so in the mood for something sweet.” Her burning eyes settled on his colourless ones, determined that the day was not ruined, as the second best treat was already present. Her eyes sought out the plump clouds, and she anticipated the same as the male, that they could possibly get wet in the immediate future. A mischievous smile formed on her delicate lips, A solitary drop from above hit the pavement between the two creatures, and she used the opportunity to step closer to him yet again, almost as if she sought sanctuary in his arms as a few more drops made their way down to earth.
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”Oh, we’ll get all wet if we stay here.” the light tones rang with a hint of melancholy, as if it actually mattered if she got soaked. An ear flicked backwards to pick up the heavier sound, the promise of a proper downpour. Her small hand sought his, and she looked up at the male in expectation, obviously trusting him to find them shelter from the rain.
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She waltzed away from him again, turning her head so that all he saw were the ripples of her dark mane, her beautiful eyes obscured. Hers was an elusive dance, a catch-me-if-you-can. He wanted to catch her... but she was smoke in his claws. "Sweets... Wine is sweet, if you need to wet your tongue," he purred, trying to capture her fancy again. Perhaps he was predictable, a drunk trying to return to a bar, but what other sweets could he offer her? Surely the rats of the city had claimed any decent food years ago, long before the coastal storms had blown in all the windows, and weeds had cracked the streets. Plus, her dance would falter and slow as she sank to his level of intoxication, and then she would tease him no longer... or would that ruin the fun he was having now?
His ears flicked belatedly as the fat raindrop spattered on the pavement, the dark clouds knitting together to block the light above them. Was it too late for drinks? The rain was fierce here, judging by the storm that had wrenched his ship to pieces out on the open sea. The collie-hybrid caught his breath as the enchantress immediately drew closer again, her warm fingers closing around his large hand. Contact. "We can't have that, eh, ma jolie? Your petals would become battered and bruised in the winds of the storm. Let me shelter you." His deep voice murmured, fingers shifting to interlace with hers. A more intimate grip, harder to slip away from. He was at his most clever when fueled by drinks, or so his mind told him.
The cool scent of rain blew in on the breeze, promising to drench them if he did not hurry. Urgently, excitedly, the Optime's dark eyes swept the street, gaging each dilapidated building before them. He could not read the signs, so after a moment of pretending to ponder, he moved towards a brick-walled restaurant, pulling lightly for his ruby-eyed consort to follow. It did not really matter if they did get wet in the storm - perhaps they would even watch the lightning - but it was all part of the game. "Come on," he barked playfully, gesturing towards the collapsed window out front. It would be easy to jump inside without even struggling with the locked door.
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She wrinkled her nose a bit when he mentioned wine. Was it sweet? The girl had her doubts, as the scented liquid did not smell particularly sweet. No, rather sour in her opinion, actually. Despite her frown, her eyes did not stop twinkling. After all, there was nothing wrong with suggestions. It was just a matter of taste, and she had already judged wine before she had ever tasted it. She seemed to do that a lot; judging without any evidence for or against. Although she would normally have pushed a male like this away almost instantly, she felt the need to explore him further, as there was definitely something there that made him interesting. Waltzing back and forth was merely a strange test to see if she would be able to maintain his interest. She seemed to be able to do so, and the fact excited her.
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The Inferni member gave a girlish giggle as he played along with her playful behaviour. She was a maiden in sore need for her shining knight. His voice was thick and masculine,seductive. Their fingers interlaced tightly, and the girl was reminded of the game she was playing, but the thought of pulling away did not cross her mind. A few drops had already found her silky hair, and she was certain there would be more. Her smug grin only increased by this fact. Her knight’s gaze bravely sought for shelter, and after a moment he started to coach her back towards the restaurant he had excited not too long ago. She elegantly followed, taking light ballet steps, her scene hair floating behind her.
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She let her arms dramatically rise to defend her hair from the falling drops, playing her role as fragile flower in an incoming storm rather well. She let his strong arm pull her along, her movement slow. When they were finally safe inside, the back of her clothes were already partly wet. Perfect. She let a shiver run through her body for extra effect. ”Oh, no, it got me,” the youth complained sadly, a hand brushing the water stained spots on her back. Wet clothes were uncomfortable, and there was only one solution for that. Still, with that one hand interlaced with his, she let her other slide smoothly from her back around to her flat belly, fingers finding the brim of her dark shirt, slightly lifting the cloth to reveal some extra skin that might hint that she would need an extra hand to pull the clothes off.
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Garnet eyes gleamed with amusement as a petulant frown formed on her muzzle, a slight crinkle of disgust completing the playful disapproval. "Not wine, then?" he murmured, meeting her intense gaze with a rueful smile. He was more of a rum man himself, but strong liquor was not lady-like. Apparently she would abstain completely. Did it bother her to realize that he was drunk already? Surely she had already noticed his slightly sluggish responses, his soured breath, although he could handle much more drink before he would begin to slur or stagger. This was just a pleasant distracting inebriation, a daytime drunk. Maybe she didn't mind because it gave her the upper hand. Or so she thought.
They entered the building moments later, and Jac let his eyes sweep the dim interior of the restaurant without much interest - a few old tables here and there, dusty cabinets that might be worth raiding later - and then let his gaze settle on what really held his attention. The spattering rain had dampened her shirt, and the girl trembled from the cold, mewling her disappointment. It couldn't have worked out better if he had planned the whole thing! He rumbled appreciatively deep in his chest, fingers flexing instinctively before he let her small hand go. His hand moved to her waist, cupping the velvety fur that had been revealed by her tantalizingly slow removal of the black raiment. "That's all right, isn't it?" he murmured, lips mere inches from her tall ears. They were close again, their pas de deux drawing nearer again, to the tune of the rain drumming on the roof above them, splashing on the pavement outside. If she did not reject his contact, he had won. The dance was his. "I promised I would shelter you. That includes keeping you warm..." . .
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She just was not entirely ready to take a sip of something that contained alcohol. She knew what it could do with a brain. It was the perfect weapon in many ways, but only if used against others, though depending on the individual, it could also possibly switch around against her favour. What kind of man would give such liquid to a girl under age anyways. It could make her ponder, but the girl paid no attention to such things. The girl needed further real life experience to gain some insight. Despite the alcohol that tainted his breath, the man’s scent was an overall masculine fragrant that made her feel comfortable. Her hand slowly continued to reveal more of her flat abdomen, the fur a harmonic mixture of white and very light gold, matching the charcoal copper on her back.
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Her knight’s palm settled on the exposed skin, and was slightly hotter than her skin. It felt nice. He whispered in her ears, his words soft. Her lips forget a pout, yet her fire hot eyes seemed less depressed about how this had turned out. He was so close. His breath did not seem so sour in her nostrils anymore. His words seemed tempting, and a small smile traced her lips, instantly shuffling the pout away. Despite this, she turned away yet again, brushing his hand away as her newly released hand found the fabric, arms crossing over. For a moment, she shifted her weight on her feet, her hip elegantly following. Slowly, almost unnaturally so, she removed her tight t-shirt, slowly pulling it over hear head, very slowly revealing her attractive flesh.
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She halfway turned to spare him a slightly shy glance, her shirt gently pressed against her chest, and hands crossing over on top of the fabric. She lowered it slightly, although it seemed to be an unconscious move. Just enough to hint about the curves that were hidden behind the cloth that she clutched against her chest. Her smile widened slightly, her eyes blazing warmly despite the small portion of shyness added.
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