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She sagged tremendously, her feet dragging long, tired lines upon the dirt path with no obvious destination. There was no telling how long Redrum had been walking, but he was certainly beginning to feel the effects of her long journey take a harsh toll on her petite body. Her mouth slavered at the scent of rabbit nearby, but she had neither the energy nor the will to hunt; besides, in her shifted form she wouldn’t be much of a hunter anyway without the proper tools — crashing through the woods on impossible stilts and carrying more body than she needed in order to jet through the forest was not an ideal hunting arrangement.
The wanderer was very close to giving up and collapsing on the trail, when a clearing spread before her, and she had to lift an arm in order to shield her eyes from the sudden exposure to the direct sunlight. Squinting, she noted the wood-framed houses and barns and dilapidated field fences that stretched before her. Broken wagons, torn hides and overturned barrels littered the small village — perfectly quiet, and clearly abandoned. Fearlessly, Redrum stumbled forth, falling to her knees at the nearest trough whose leaking bottom still held a few mouthfuls of rainwater. She drank greedily, sitting with her back against the trough once she had licked it dry.
Her hand grazed something beside her left thigh, and Redrum picked up an ancient axe, rusted and flaking orange particles. She tilted her head and twiddled it from hand to hand curiously, having read about the tool in some book or another, but never actually seeing one in person. What else would be around these parts?
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OoC: The title seemed appropriate for both of them. C:
The self-appointed king was feeling comfortable enough to wander from his new pack, trusting them to go about their business without his constant encouragement. After all, someone had to gather recruits to bolster their numbers - and he couldn't expect the two blind ladies to go traipsing about the wilderness, now could he? Chuckling at the thought, the tall collie-dog pushed through the heavy brush with his one arm, dark eyes glittering with curiosity. How far could he go before meeting a wandering soul? He had met a leader of Dahlia de Mai, and a leader of Phoenix Valley, but mostly what he encountered were homeless vagabonds like himself. And the lonely, hungry creatures were welcome to join his happy kingdom and dance on the beach by the bonfires he was so fond of lighting.
His lean muzzle poked forward into the clearing, fur of russet and gold blazing in the sudden sunlight. "Quel fortune, a little city!" he exclaimed, attention immediately focused on the abandoned buildings. His proud tail streamed behind him like a banner as he sprang free of the trees, jogging eagerly to see if he could rustle up some loot. He thought it would be nice to collect shiny things like gold to decorate his kingdom - hang chains from the trees, scatter coins in the caves, make everything gilded and glittering. This land held so many more treasures than where he came from.
Sweeping past a dilapidated barn, the one-armed Optime heard the rustlings that could only denote one thing - another creature was here already. Fearlessly, he turned the corner, his dark gaze settling on a thing young woman, lithe like the coyote he had met in Halifax. Perhaps these she-coyotes preferred the company of buildings. She was leaning against a trough, looking half-starved, pawing with a rusted old axe. Seeing the loner with the weapon made him raise an eyebrow - was she considering using the tool on herself? Down on her luck, end her life quickly before starvation took its toll? His lips parted to speak, and then the sunlight glinted on something silver, immediately catching his short attention. She had piercings! "Bonjour, mademoiselle! Jacquez Trouillefou at your service. I could not help but notice, ma belle, that you have metal in your ears - and on your face! I am highly intrigued by your sense of beauty." He dropped to a crouch, squatting to see her eye-to-eye. Her gaze was like quicksilver, matching the studs in her cartilage. It made him smile...
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Redrum’s eyes were drawn upwards at the sound of a cheery voice, a handsomely accented timbre that had her ears perking tenderly with interest. The slender woman lifted her proud muzzle, glistening eyes peering bravely into the dark pools of his own as he crouched before her. She smiled slightly, tongue rolling self-consciously over the smooth, round studs embedded upon her upper lip. Thank you, she murmured, having never had someone take such curiosity in her piercings before. She leaned back, using an arm propped against the trough for support.
Jacquez Trouillefou… she repeated to herself, having barely caught his fast-paced introduction to begin with. I’m Redrum. A tad more simple than his wordy entrance, but she didn’t feel bad about it. She glanced at the axe in her free hand, and set it down beside her again, quite unwilling to seem threatening to the long-nosed, red-furred male.
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OoC: No worries~! ^_^
She met him with a smile, her sleek muzzle tilting upwards towards him. His dark eyes swept over the rest of her appearance - her light, fine-boned frame, the delicate feathering of her tawny fur, the fluidness of her movement as she set aside the tool - and deemed her as attractive, something he acknowledged with a whiskery grin. "Pleasure to meet you, Red Rum," he replied, bridling with pleasure at the fact that she had actually pronounced his name correctly. He, of course, had not returned the courtesy, because his mind immediately turned to the thought of rum, and how he would love to have some right now. Alcoholic.
"What brings you here to this deserted place, jolie Red Rum? Surely you do not reside here, all by your lonesome..." Jac crooned, the warm sun comfortably heating his back. Her liquid-silver eyes seemed so sharp, so observant. Had she noticed his handsome fur, all copper and gold and brown? He let his cream-dipped tail wave lazily behind him, stirring up dust. She would fall for his charms soon enough, and then she would tell him how to get piercings of his own, so that he too could glitter all over. He wanted hoops in his ears, and a stud in his tongue, so that it flashed when he spoke. He decided that just now. . .
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