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For Amber and her Jasper!
___He was able to get out and get a few moments to himself. The kids were safe back in Inferni with their mother and he wanted to get out and away for a little while. He needed to think. It was a great chance to relax now that their was an entire pack watching over his children, but he still felt a little uneasy and so just disappeared off to the south of the territory of Inferni. He clicked the silver tongue piercing against his teeth as he wandered over the frozen swamp.
___In his left hand he held a large bottle, half filled with alcohol. He could feel a slight buzz coming on from the first half he had drank in a matter of twenty minutes, gulping it back and enjoying the sting in his throat. He wandered through the swamp, stumbling along trying to retain his balance. He was not much into drinking anymore, but something had caught him tonight and he needed to get away and relax. Asphyxia was fine, with nothing for her to drink near the territory she would be trustworthy for the night at least.
___The kids did not seem to notice her disappearances, but it was best to stop it while they could. They were growing older and they would start to notice more and more of their mother's disappearances. Naloxone sighed, white ears twitching with unease. He pulled out a cigarette from a small container he kept them in, striking a match along the box he lit it up and inhaled deeply. He let the smoke fill his lungs, it had been a good long while since he had smoked much of anything. He released the smoke through his nose, attempting to remain sitting upright against a tree banging the bottle of alcohol against his knee.
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"Did we really have to come here?" Jasper asked, a hint of whining in his voice. An answer came quickly, frustrated and insistent, but only Jasper could hear it. The blonde de le Poer merely rolled his eyes at it, shaking his head as he trudged on through the murky area. Why exactly was Rusalki so interested in the swamp? It was beyond him, really, but his ghostly friend should have known by now that Jasper wasn't the type to get excited about 'adventures'. And yet, like any loyal friend would, Jasper continued on trailing him, kicking his feet into the cold, yet somewhat soft, ground in a manner that was less than happy.
It would have been very simple for Jasper to use that fact against his friend. Rusalki was dead and Jasper was really the only friend he would ever had, unless they somehow came across someone else that could magically see him. Hell, Jasper wasn't even sure why he could see him. But, alas, Jasper wasn't the type of wolf to blackmail, especially not a friend who had been with him from the beginning. Grumbling to himself, two toned eyes lifted quickly, seeking out the direction where Rusalki was pointing. And all of a sudden he was gone.
It was a large tree and, at first, it appeared to be just that. Soon enough, though, Jasper could see the light billow of smoke that rose from the other side and, as he drew near, he picked up the strong scent of alcohol. Now, as sad as it may have been, when smelling the smoke and the alcohol, the very first thing that Jasper thought about was his father. Feet shuffled along, taking him closer to the tree, and he called out. "Dad?" But when he leaned around the tree and looked down, he then realized his mistake. That was certainly not his father and all that Jasper could do was stand there and look stupid. |
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___The ground he was sitting on was soft and comfortable. He thought that maybe in the summer time it would be much more wet around these parts. It was strange though, in some parts the ground would completely freeze but it seemed that most of it had not, even with the cold snow sitting on top of it. Naloxone sighed, he was thinking too much again, and he took in another breath of smoke, letting it escape before hearing someone called out dad. At first he thought it might have been Toxic so his first reaction was to hide the bottle, but he realized it was not his sons voice, but the voice of someone, very much mistaken.
___"I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken with somebody else," his words were already heavily slurred, it was funny how easily the vodka had taken control of him after not drinking in so long. It had been months and his mind was already getting blurry along with his vision. Naloxone rose to his full height, stretching and looking at the boy. He was big for a coyote, lanky and lean, well muscled though. Naloxone seemed to resemble more of a wolf in his body and colouring, but his face always gave it away.
___"Naloxone Massacre, current resident of Inferni. Nice to meet'cha, boy," he spoke through the cigarette that was held firmly between his lips holding out his free hand. His red eyes looked the male over, he did not seem all too threatening. Naloxone drew in his scent around the smoke and could not place the pack. Well, it could have been the fact he did not know any other packs around these parts. He only knew there were a lot of wolves.
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Jasper, being the awkward sort that he was, was completely humiliated at the very moment that he'd realized his mistake. Eyes dropped, staring down at the ground and his ear drooped to follow them. A pathetic sight, most assuredly. The very sad fact was that the pathetic status didn't come only from his looks, but rather from his lack of social skills or the ability to seem as if he thought himself worth even just a little bit of something. One hand moved slowly, rubbing in an awkward fashion at one laid back ear, before dropping like dead weight to his side. "Sorry." It was all he could muster.
"Jasper de le Poer." He offered in quiet return, fumbling over his words already. "From Clouded Tears." He added after a moment's pause as not to seem rude. Communication was certainly not his forte, but that didn't mean that Jasper didn't know his manners. He would've offered an explanation with his apology, but how silly would it be to admit he'd made the mistake because his father often smoke and drank? "My brother, Gabriel, is in Inferni." Another idle comment, perhaps something that didn't really need to be said at all.
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