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All welcome!


The rain was considerably falling cold and constant this late afternoon; the arid enclosures of the decayed ruins of the university didn't provide any more warmth than it did on the outside. In fact, it felt much colder within the walls than in the open forests. At least there were some segments of the eroded building that did provide dryness, as the rogue at a year and eight months scurried right into the building. Her pelt was slightly damp and matted, and the leather jacket that she wore sported an array of water droplets like freckles along her shoulders and streaking down the backside. The leather jacket didn't do much to conserve too much warmth, but it was certainly better than nothing at this point.


This city fallen into the past's oblivion and ruins was the first thing that initially caught her sanguine eye. There were plenty of small towns and valleys in between in which she had passed without giving a second mention of stopping in for the night, but for some reason, there seemed to be an aura of enigmatic mystery that surrounded this vast city in which Vesasia couldn't pass up. Where there was a city, there might have been ancient artifacts, old treasures, things to pawn off for later, usually for the sake of more marijuana. It was worth giving a look see, and with her dagger drawn in grasp, walking down a damp hallway of the university, perhaps there was something promising for Vesasia to find on this mission she had been sent upon by means of her grandmother. She certainly had nothing else to do, and this was better than lingering out in the cold rain.


The Killam Library's door easily tipped open with squeaky, moaning hinges. The sound echoed off the empty walls, and the area was dim. The dark clouds outside were responsible for this, as some areas were casted off into the shadows. Walking into the deteriorated library with the only audible sounds of her claws clicking against the cold, hard cement floor, and the occasional distant dripping of rain into the enclosure, her crimson gaze was able to get an adequate scan of the room. Beige backed ears high and alert, there were no ordinary sounds to be heard, nor did Vesasia feel as if there was a strange presence. This had brought a significant small smirk to her 'yote leathery lips, as she then sauntered over to the nearest table. Tossing her bag upon it with an echoing thud (and also knocking over a stack of ancient books), there was a chair also pulled out to where she sat down (careful at first to test her weight, just in case the chair decided to give out under her).


Rummaging through her bag, Vesasia retrieved the items she sought: her pipe, the jar of her stash of marijuana, and matches. Instantly going to work on picking apart a bulb of weed, it was neatly packed into the pipe and ready to smoke. There had been a hint of laced blueberry flavor within, one that made her mouth water at the instant. Sparking her bowl and taking a feel good drag, she inhaled as much as she could, held it as long as she could, and blew a fine stream of smoke out above her. The smoke had considerably scorched the back of her throat, due to the fact that she had not hit any weed in several days. To those that might have felt uncomfortable by this, it was a sensation that was welcoming to her.


After a slight coughing fit and her eyes getting considerably glossy and red in the whites of her eyes by the minute, she set her pipe down and picked up the nearest worn book that had been knocked over in the stack by her bag. Kicking her feet up to where her feet reclined on the edge of the table, Vesasia casually flipped through several pages, attempting to skim through the book. Most pages had long since faded, and even if she did want to read a paragraph or two, her own senses were beginning to get slightly faded themselves.


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Table by Alli
OOC: I hope you don't mind me jumping in here. If you wanna plot, we can, just pm me if you have any ideas <3, he's totally crazy for bringing the horse into the library, I know. but that's just the way he rolls man.

The male had been out about the same time he had been almost every day since Kaena had done his tattoo. He also had been showing off his horse's sick tattoo that he had finished a few days ago. He had already been cleaning his horse's and his own tattoo almost anally so they did not get infected, but Cotl (being the strange male he was) was still tracing the new tattoo on his belly with his fingers. He knew it hurt, hell he felt it hurt, but the pain was so addicting to him that he often would just trace it. The male rode his horse in the rain. He had to. Even if he was cold and tired, he needed to give the horse some exercise, and he himself needed to get out of the damn mansion before he smashed his own skull in from boredom. Plus, he needed to get a bandanna from Halifax so he could finish spray painting without getting all the fumes in his mouth and nose. That was the last thing he wanted to be breathing in at the moment, and it was important for him to finish the project before he could start another one (even though he had already finished part of another project).

The constant dropping of the rain on his stallion's face felt awesome to the horse. The horse couldn't really understand why his face burned, but the male did understand that it burned, and it was starting to annoy the horse quite a bit. He first had gone through the annoying stinging that the male had made him go through, and now it was the damn burning. It was hard for him to even deal with the bridle and bit because of the burning. Cotl knew and understood that the horse's skin needed time to relax, without the bridle on it, but there was no other way he could ride the horse, and he needed to get business done, and on foot it'd take him longer to get where he needed to go than if he just took his horse.

The male let the horse go on and on, not really in a rush to get out of the rain or anything, and it was to his surprise when his stallion had walked up to some cracked open doors to the inside of the university. You really want to walk through a building-FUCK-FACE-? the male asked, cocking his head to the horse before it pushed open the door the rest of the way and Cotl ducked down as the two entered the door. The horse's hooves clicked against the broken tile on the ground as he walked around in the bottom floor. The horse continued on, and then again, they went through another door. Cotl dunked again for this one, and they entered a large library. Cotl looked around before the potent scent of marijuana hit his nares. There was someone here, because Marijuana didn't burn itself....At least to his knowledge it didn't. The male was attracted to the scent, and therefore he took control of the stallion and pulled him to the left, going through a isle of books. Cotl looked at the titles as they walked down the isle, but found none that sounded remotely interesting, so he continued on before he found the source of the smoke. It was a coyote female. His bi-toned eyes were on her. Hey, man. That smells like -FUCKING DONKEY BALLS- some good shit you got there. he spoke, his speech effected by his condition, as well as him adding a well needed throat-clearing at the end of it.


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Not at all, thanks for replying! (: And yeah, I'll definitely shoot you a PM about some plotting! And no worries, the horse just makes everything all the more interesting. Tongue



With her ears ever slightly narrowing and twitching to the soft pattering of rain on the outside, Vesasia placed the pipe against her lips and took a few more greedy drags as she skimmed along nonchalantly through a random book. Smoke bellowed from her septum tusked nose; as the smoke bypassed the wedged bone of her deceased little sister, the smoke designs came out in a different direction every time. Once, she even tried to form a perfect puffed "O" shape from her jaws, which was considerably more difficult to do in the face of her tongue ring, but she was certainly getting better at it.


Tapping her foot while losing interest (if there really was any original interest in the book she was thumbing through) in her reading material, she could feel the pathways and floodgates of her mind let loose from the THC quickly coursing through her system. Such a state of euphoria, and the rogue could fall perfectly asleep right here right now in the library chair. There was another drag to be taken from her pipe until there was a loud reoccurring echo of what sounded like dull metal that approached at a sudden close rate. Nearly choking on the smoke that was inhaled when she heard this, Vesasia hacked out a burning cloud of weed, which of course sent her into a frenzy of a coughing fit, which she desperately tried to mask as much as she could by a balled paw placed to her mouth and trying to suppress her hacking. The fuck could that be? From the looks of the area she could have swore that nobody was around anymore, and internally she cursed herself for getting too comfortable too quick. Great, now she would have to deal with a complete stranger. She already had enough of her fair share of them thus far.


Disregarding the book aside and reaching for her dagger, Vesasia sprang from her seat. Feeling that adolescent adrenaline rush immediate filter through her veins, the familiar feeling of fight or flight was beginning to charge within her. The THC didn't make matters any better, for it honed in her senses ten fold, and made her whole body ecstatic and excitable. Before she knew it, something of a grand scale came into view. Widening her crimson gaze, her eyes rested upon something of a regal horse, and even in this setting, it was odd to see such a creature in the presence of a library of all places. There was some intricate design carved into its skull, and following her gaze was a just as uniquely designed individual perched upon it. Her mind was swimming in THC particles, and retaining her focus, there was an array of piercing that were embedded in the male coyote's visage, as well as gauges. From what she could also see, his eyes were some sort of a mesmerizing red and blue, sort of trippy in the state she was in. "Holy s-shit." Vesasia then happened to sputter out from her burning lungs, in the face of this big random horse in the library.


Feeling every single hair on her body stand to attention, at first her face was twisted with fury, surprise. Vesasia was ready to charge forth if this individual and his steed were planning to ambush her, and especially that her jar of weed was on the counter in the open, it made the matter even more serious. But when the individual spoke, he commented on the fact that it was some good smelling stuff, and that there was a blatant obscene remark that was suddenly shouted out. Is... he directing that toward me? Didn't sound like it. Taken aback by his sudden sentence break, Vesasia merely blinked, and wondered if the weed she had really was good shit to where she was also hearing things too. Apparently though what the male coyote said was real. "B-Blueberry Yum Yum." Vesasia gave the strand of her weed with a raspy voice from her previous choke, keeping her position tense, alerted, and tall enough. The grip on her dagger tightened, and her eyes transfixed between the tattooed horse and the coyote. Hopefully there was no trickery that was about to happen, for Vesasia wouldn't have any of it, even though her lungs now burned like hell and was a slight discomfort for her.


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Table by Alli
OOC: You're welcome <3

Holy s-shit. was the first reaction he got from the feo. Her face was in the face of his stallion. The stallion gave the feo a snort in her face, in his world telling her that it was rude to stare. Cotl's eyes were on her dagger. He did not like the presence of it, and neither did the horse. It made the stallion take a few steps away. Cotl probably would have chuckled at her expression of surprise if she hadn't been making the horse nervous with that blade. Bi-toned orbs narrowed on her, looking into her own crimson orbs, and then harshly looking at the blade. B-Blueberry Yum Yum. she studdered, giving him the name of the strand of genetics that her pot was from. He knew that he knew the smell. He had some back in Germany with his brother Marik, and a few of Marik's closest friends whom accepted Cotl as one of their own. Lady, I suggest you put the -FUCKING HORSE SHIT- blade away before my stallion decides to fucking stomp you into the ground. the male let out the sentence with a low growl in his voice. You could tell he was not happy about the blade, not at all.

If I was here to hurt you, -DOUCHEBAG- I would have first been quieter about approaching, and second, I would've already ripped your fucking throat out. it's true, he would have been silent, and he would have probably already been all over her by now if he was going to hurt her. The male meant no harm at the moment atleast. Maybe he'd have to want to hurt her for pulling the blade on them if she didn't listen to him and re-sheath it. The male's own fur started to stand on end, just in case this did escalate into a fight. He was at a disadvantage at the moment though, because he did not have a weapon, rather he had his nails and teeth. He would more than likely claw her face so she couldn't see him and then mutilate her slowly like he had done to many other victims. Since he had made it here, he had been nicer, trying to not hurt others as much as he used to, and trying to control his little temper he had, especially when one would call him short. That was the trigger for him, and anything about him being short was quick to get their skin ripped off their face.

He then shook his head lightly. You should save the seeds for the -FAGGOT FUCKING FATASS PIECE OF HORSE SHIT-spring, Blueberry is rare around here so you could probably get some good trades for it. Weed is easy to grow as well. he went back to the subject of the weed, hoping that to calm her down enough for him to atleast dismount his horse and join her on the ground, or on another library chair that was bound to be around somewhere.


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Looking onto both the sight of the male coyote perched upon his steed and the steed actually looking at her square in the crimson eyes, the tattooed equine gave her something of a harsh snort. The air that bellowed from his nostrils pushed against her face, and narrowing her eyes to the steed, Vesasia only stared right back at him, appearing to be unmoved by the horse's gesture, even while it blew its pungent breath of air at her. Seeing as how it took a mere step back, Vesasia stood her ground yet. Then, as the coyote issued a low growl and suggested that she removed the dagger out of sight before his stallion decided to come over and romper stomper her to death, she gave a snort as if to gesture they were out of their goddamn minds. Here, he was on his high horse, and the horse was defense enough for him. She, on the other paw, only had her dagger to work with. Vesasia wasn't foolish to just disarm at the drop of a leaf, especially all this time with being out on her own. Too many out there who were a threat, and would use any tactic to get her to ditch the dagger. Even though the male coyote didn't seem like an initial threat anyways, still. Vesasia had to keep about her wits, even in the calmest of company. Even in the most pleasant of company it was unfortunate, but Vesasia just couldn't allow herself to be defenseless for anything. Females were at a disadvantage, and always would be. It was important to stay on your paws for anything. That could very well be considered a law in a rogue female's life.


Keeping her gaze scrutinizing on the horse while she spoke to the male coyote, there was no doubt that the horse could overpower her easily, but then again there was a snowball's chance in hell that anyone would suggest to disarm her right here, right now. "Until I'm convinced otherwise, the dagger will stay nice and cozy in my grasp, thank you very fucking much." It was if it was said in a sneer, and her crimson eyes exchanged between both, to make her standpoint clear to both the coyote and the horse. She herself did not want any such quarrels, especially now that her psyche was practically drifting in the THC bindings fusing the electricity of her mind and having it flow freely. Vesasia was tense, but the THC was also keeping her own unruly nature at bay. The male coyote then explained if he was to hurt her, he would have already done snuck up upon her and ripped out her throat. Slightly smirking to this, there was a barely audible snicker that vibrated in her throat. The douche bag part only made her want to smirk further, even laugh, for some of his sentence breaks were actually quite funny to her. She might have taken that as a further offense, but seeing as how nearly every sentence screamed some form of obscenity, it didn't particularly bother her at this point. "I'm sure." It was only touching upon the briefest tones of mockery, especially how he was sized, but Vesasia would say no more. Let that be proven in later days, or even now if he was willing to take it that far. Vesasia clearly didn't want to get into any scuffle, but if needs be, she would.


Vesasia would still hold the dagger firm and steady in her grasp, but as the coyote transfixed topics, there was some useful information to come from him (and also the amusement of his sudden sentence breaks with obscenities; some of which that managed to twitch a smile in humor at the corner of her muzzle). Save the seeds for warmer days, and the blueberry strand was rare. Seemed like weed held prosperity in this place, but then again Vesasia wasn't entirely sure how. Her hairs standing on end began to lower without her knowing, and she relaxed a tiny bit in her high as she thought for a moment about what he said. Bringing the leather handle of the dagger to her chin and stroking at it as in deep thought through her high, it took her a moment to formulate a concise reply (with slight distraction from what he shouted, which made her want to snicker). "Rare, huh? I have plenty seeds of blueberry back home. But, this place is good enough to plant? All I've seen so far is a bunch of old, moldy ruins. You say there's better beyond here?" She questioned, and while waiting for a reply, observed all the distinct piercings that his golden visage held, and his wild two toned eyes.



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Table by Alli
OOC: Go Into The Water - Dethklok

Cold bi-toned eyes were narrowed on her. They were completely cold. She had refused to put the dagger away. And with that came her words. Until I'm convinced otherwise, the dagger will stay nice and cozy in my grasp, thank you very fucking much. the feo spoke. Cotl let his lip lift the the feo, showing her his bright ivory canine, almost as a silent threat to the female. The male looked at his horse, and tapped his finger against the neck of the beast. The horse stepped back a few more steps, and then the male drew his legs to one side of the horse, and he moved himself onto the top of a book case before jumping down infront of her. There was enough space now to where Cotl and this woman could have atleast a little bit of personal space. That fucking mouth of yours will -COCK FACE-be the end of you, lady. the German accented male let the words flow from his mouth like hot lava from a volcano. The smaller male held his form rather proudly, fiercely really. He didn't let his guard down, he normally never did. I'm sure she sarcastically spoke to him. Cotl was not happy with this. Not at all. Again, his fangs showed to her in a silent warning before he let his maw adjust back into his classic frown.

His fur was slightly ruffled out. He felt uncomfortable off of his steed, and standing infront of her. His audits fell back lightly. Angerly. Rare, huh? I have plenty seeds of blueberry back home. But, this place is good enough to plant? All I've seen so far is a bunch of old, moldy ruins. You say there's better beyond here? His audits perked forward. Warum soll -SCHEISS!-ich Ihnen sagen? the male spoke in his home language. German. His accent was perfected, for he was born and raised in the sweet land. How he ended up here was a totally different story. He had wandered more than a wanderer it seemed though. Halifax was just part of this large terra. His eyes sharpened on her a little bit more. The horse nickered behind him, and shook his head. Cotl turned his gaze then to the blade that was now scratching her chin. Put the blade away, and I will share my knowledge. the male spoke, his maw clearing itself after wards, figuring that since he also had gotten himself between herself and the horse, that he still needed her to do something that he wanted. Equivalent Exchange.



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Dethklok. <3 I have to say though I absolutely despise the new season. -ducks flying tomatoes- They killed off the coolest character on there. -shakes fist-



With a flash of his fang, the gesture didn't do anything to phase her. If he wasn't happy with her decision, well, too fucking bad, go cry a goddamn river, as she would say. A stubborn son of a bitch she was, and as the male coyote descended down from the back of his stallion, Vesasia couldn't help but to shift her weight upon her bi-pedal Optime half feet, half paws, as if preparing for something. Her eyes shifted between that of the coyote and the horse, and would then focus more so upon the male once the horse had obeyed his master and stepped back a little bit. At least he didn't approach too close, but then vowed that her mouth would be the death of her. In this, she had found a statement rather amusing, as even while his voice dripped like deadly acidic poison, it was honestly something she had apparently heard before about her and her mouth running off when it wasn't supposed to. In fact, it reminded her a lot like her father, which made her cringe inwardly. Bastard. "Like I haven't heard that before. They all say the same thing, over, and over, and goddamn over again. Until then, the world is going to have to deal with my asshole self. Unfortunate, huh?" At the last part of her sentence, there was a smug smirk placed on, as if emphasizing that the world had to still put up with her back talking ways as long as she was still breathing upon this earth. If it was anything that was a pet peeve, it was the fact of individuals treating her like she was a child. Give manners, don't say that, watch your tongue. She wasn't five months old anymore, and she didn't have any masters or gods to turn to.


The male coyote was small, very small, as he stood proudly with shoulders squared before her. It was then a string of a foreign language spit forth from his mouth, and all that Vesasia could truly do was quirk a brow and knit her forehead together in question. It was interesting even how in a different language his spontaneous outburst still affected his sentence structure, but then again, what was she to say to this? Shaking her head slightly, Vesasia gave him a bemused look, and shrugged her shoulders slightly, as if saying, okay, and what do you expect me to say to that, honestly? She wasn't sure, and she obviously didn't major in any other languages except English. That meant that the German he spoke would quite possibly go uncommented unless he decided to explain. Keeping her stance, it was then the coyote decided to go another route; put the dagger away, and then more information about beyond would be explained. Vesasia took a moment, a long moment at that, to think about this. Eyeing him suspiciously with her crimson gaze, for a coyote his size, she didn't think that he would bust out any grand weapon upon him or anything of the such. Remaining a locking gaze upon him, there was then a long breath that was drawn out from her snout. Vesasia didn't want to quarrel in the first place, and as long as this male kept his cool and didn't try anything funny on her, then she would be willing to be calm herself. "... Mm. If you're a man of your word to not do any "coy"ote tricks, it'll be a deal. Got it?" "Coy"ote tricks = coy coyote tricks, get it? It made her think that she should be a stand up comedian from the witty, silly things that registered from her mind. Ah, the coyote tricks seemed to vary with each individual, and most were quite sneaky with what they kept up their sleeves. And with that, the dagger was slowly (and surely, but more so slowly) disappearing into the inner breast pocket of her leather jacket. The leather made its natural creaking noise as she drew it back and the dagger disappeared within, but her eyes remained eerie and unbreaking upon him. Better be legit right now, I honestly don't want any bullshit right now. I'm high off my damn ass.



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Table by Alli
OOC:Who you talking about? The manager? If you are, then you must have missed the last new episode. Better Rattle Snake- Dethklok

Like I haven't heard that before. They all say the same thing, over, and over, and goddamn over again. Until then, the world is going to have to deal with my asshole self. Unfortunate, huh? she was cocky. Almost in an annoying way. Unfortunate for you. Nicht ich. I can imagine you being the insect that someone -FUCK YOU- would poke with needles until you were finally dead. the male held a sinister voice as he thought about the jar of needles that were in his bag (that rested on the horse's back still). He could imagine himself sticking her with needles. After all, it was his favorite way of torture.

His eyes watched her closely. ... Mm. If you're a man of your word to not do any "coy"ote tricks, it'll be a deal. Got it? she spoke. He didn't find any entertainment in her stupid little word play. He was being rather picky with his comedy today. Normally, he would at least smile at the word play, but his mood had been ruined more or less because of this feo's smart ass mouth of hers. The moment she called him short, he would snap. He knew it would come up. He always did know it was coming up. He knew she was going to say something because she seemed like the son of a bitch(daughter of a bitch to be correct) that would want to say something stupid that made him get his sharp claws and maul her face. (the male could easily jump up to her face and claw at it; so he didn't need weapons). Equivalent Exchange. the male spoke, his throat clearing once again. He than watched her slowly put her blade away before he nodded his head. There are plains to the North-west, and there are also forests, and rivers. Northwest lies Inferni-the coyote clan. East of Inferni; but directly-COCK SUCKING FACE FUCKER- north of here is a wolf pack, and to the south of Inferni; west of here lies another wolf pack. Both I don't know the names of those two packs.-FUCKING SHITFACED BASTARD- To the far east of here and Inferni is Aniwaya, another wolf pack. There are plenty of land between the lands though, most of which are very capable of holding even fields of marijuana. the male held his end of the deal, telling her that there were many places around that are easily able to grow in.

I'm Cotl Ulrich, by the way. the male spoke, his throat clearing. Cotl was slightly calming down, trying not to let her really get on his nerves, and since she had put the blade away, he was much less nervous, as was his stallion. He looked to her possessions on the chair behind her for a second before he let his cold eyes fall back on her. Who the hell are you?-FICK DU- he asked.


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