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[Geneva Stockholm]

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She sat on the ground and lifted her hand slowly, letting grains of sand slip through her fingers as she listlessly watched the play of the sun on the ocean. She repeated the motion several times, feeling the rough edges of each grain against her fingertips as she let them fall, one by one, to shore again. She sighed and clasped her arms around her knees, studiously ignoring the bottle of wine she had dropped around the ground behind her as she stumbled to the seaside. The bottle was only three quarters of the way full where it was anchored in the sand, but when she had found it, it had been completely full.

She hiccuped at the thought and threw her head back to look at the sky. However, she had misjudged her balance and ended up sprawling out on her back. She blinked once, twice, then shrugged and arranged herself more comfortably in the sand, putting her arms behind her head as she pondered the fading shade of blue. It would be dark soon, she surmised. She would probably have some difficulty stumbling home, if the thought even crossed her mind. She wasn't worried right now, though.

In fact, at the moment she was listening to the gentle roil of the waves. She imagined that she might like to go for a swim, if she could regain mastery of her limbs. She blew a strand of gray hair out of her eyes as she pondered the sound of the ocean. Perhaps, if she really wanted too, she could just roll into the water. That defeated the problem she had with rising. For now, she'd wait until she could decide what to do.

[Mahlouk]

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He had traveled out of Crimson Dreams. It had been only because he didn't know what else to do today. After becoming mates with Jazper he hadn't really gotten to see the male much. It hurt that he was almost always alone even after being mated. Carrying the teddy bear in his maw he wondered where he had brought himself. The land smelt like a pack, but he didn't really know any of them. He hadn't really spoke to many people. It wasn't like him to speak to others that much. Weather it be Jazper, or anyone in his pack, Mahlouk kept to himself a lot.

Trotting down the sandy beach he didn't know what he planned to do or where he was going. Something had him on edge, like there was something going to happen. His emotionless face seemed to grimace at the thought about the dreams. Dreams of a black she wolf and a tan male. Dreams of them doing things to him. It bothered him even kept him from sleeping the rest of the night. Looking ahead he wasn't surprised when he saw a she wolf. Stopping not far from her he starred at her with blue eyes that had no pupils. What was he supposed to do around a stranger?

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[Geneva Stockholm]

Geneva's green eyes narrowed to slits as she turned her head. Her ears flicked back and forth as she heard foot steps along the sand. There was something distinctly unfamiliar about the gait. She didn't have a sense of smell to rely on, and so she had to develop different ways to identify her pack mates. She turned her lime green eyes upon the form of a studded stranger. She glared at him muzzily, her first instinct telling her that this person didn't belong here. She grimaced as she flipped on to her stomach, staying for a second as the world lurched and she climbed to her feet.

"What tha fuck you doin' here?" she intoned gruffly as she took a stumbling step forward. She was frustrated that this far into Phoenix Valley territory she had to deal with an outsider. Most of the time, she would at least take the time figure out what was going on. But being this intoxicated, she was closer to her baser instincts, and these instincts told her that this male did not belong here, and furthermore, that she did not want him here.

Her eyes fell to the creature dangling from the stranger's maw. Her mouth twisted into a snarl as she looked at the ragged thing. There wasn't any blood, but she was certain by the way the thing hung limply at the creature was dead. To add insult, this stranger seemed to have hunted on her pack's land. She felt her blood boil as she walked forward in a zig-zagging line. "You will giff that back," she said and lunged for the thing dangling from the male's mouth.

[Mahlouk]

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Watching the women stand a breeze brought her scent full force. It almost left Mahlouk coughing. She reeked of booze and smelled worse then he and Jazper had the first night they had met. Holding Boo harder in his jaw he kept his blue eyes on the she wolf to make sure she didn't do anything stupid in her drunken stupor. Her vulgar language made the Hybrid look away not feel comfortable with her harsh words. He didn't speak, it was better to say nothing at the moment.

He noticed when she looked to boo. The bear hanging in his mouth was being held like he would prey, wholy in his mouth. Again she spoke and his ears fell flat as he gently put boo at his paws. "You should sit down Mahlouk things you will fall, and Boo is His. Mahlouk will not give Boo to anyone. Boo belongs to him." The white scared male said in his deep monotone voice. Was she really so drunk that she couldn't tell Boo was a bear?

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[Geneva Stockholm]

Geneva had regained her footing, and didn't feel as though she was swaying too much anymore. The transition from laying down to standing up had been a bit dizzying, but now she had a much better grip on her balance. The gray femme's ears were flat against her head, the fur bristling. She curled her fingers into two fists, her knuckles cracking with the force of the clenching of her hands. She was angry, truly angry and didn't try to mask it. She was usually one to shy away from the highly volatile emotion, but she didn't feel that she needed to extend this intruder any sort of consideration.

Not only had this foolhardy male traipsed through the borders as though they meant nothing. He had not shown the proper respect, had not headed protocol or her wishes. She had clearly told him to get lost, and yet here he was, talking back to her. She felt distaste welling up inside her. She hadn't wanted to deal with an outsider, she had wanted to relax, unwind, and perhaps find good conversation with someone she knew. Instead, she had to deal with this creature.

She cast a baleful eye over him. He set the limp creature at his feet and started talking about something or another. She sneered at him, her teeth gleaming white as she spoke again. "Explain yourself, or make tracks." She had very little patience, and what little she had left now were wearing thin.