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I'm not sure if Myrika lives in the mansion, but I figure when they ran into each other before, he could have talked about where he was staying? Dusk, it's hailing a bit outside. He's in optime.



YOU'RE HERE AND THEN YOU'RE GONE

Tedros shook his shoulders a bit, allowing the cold hail to dislodge itself from his thick, matted mane. The day was fading. Reds and oranges were erupting on the horizon, the snow clouds hiding bits and pieces of the sky. The coyote’s legs pumped faster, speed walking towards the entrance of the D’Neville Mansion, towards the entrance of his new home. He opened the door and inhaled the smell of the old building.

He made his way around the hallways, his pace slower, enjoying the subtle warmth that the shelter allowed him. The door to his room was closed, as he had left it, and he opened it without a smile. It was nice to have his own place again, but he couldn’t help but feel that it was so completely empty. When the apothecary had told the pair about Cain’s terminal disease, Tedros had thought about what life would be like without his lover – but he never imagined this. An empty, quiet, broken-down room.

There was no sign of his lover; he hadn’t brought anything with him. The only things in the room were things he had found in Halfax – and the bow and arrows he had made with Kostya – and they were devoid of any meaning at all. Like they weren’t even his yet. Like this was someone else’s room, and he was just a stranger. Tedros knew the feeling would pass because it passed every night after only a few minutes. But those first few minutes hurt him badly.

Strewn across the dresser were the three books he had stumbled across. They weren’t any of the same ones from his old collection, but he was still intrigued. He removed the weapon and quiver from his back, setting it on the floor, while running his fingers down the spine of one of the books. The luperci removed the book from the others and sat down on the shitty mattress. It squeaked and squealed under his weight, but he was used to this already. Ted opened to the first page and began reading.





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#2
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She actually lives over in the Great Village area, but she hangs out at the mansion basically daily to keep after the horses, so is aaaaaall good! Lemme know if anything about their prior meeting needs edits. :3

Myrika's home in the Great Village was similar in impersonality. She kept little enough in the way of personal effects to begin with, and her room in the schoolhouse was filled with items of a practical value. Her furs and pelts, her work, her books. Myrika owned but three of them, but Ezekiel had revealed a secret previously unknown to her: there was an entire room with a variety of these books in the mansion.

The russet-hued Caelum visited the D'Neville frequently enough -- her horse remained in the gardens and yard more often than not, and horses were the type of companion to require daily care. The coyote now spent her afternoons in the sun with the horse, grooming or brushing or feeding her, and the later afternoon an evenings in the mansion. On this night, she contemplated sleeping here: surely it was better than meandering back to the tiny schoolhouse in the village. She could hear the weather, and she could smell it, too, when the door opened. Though she herself was probably not visible from the doorway or the hall, her candlelight might be. She waited a few moments, listening to the thumping sounds of steps. They headed away from her after a moment, and Myrika thought the footsteps' owner had not realized her presence.

It was Myrika's appetence to be social to begin with, and just now she found herself especially desirous of company. The day had been long, slow, and utterly devoid of it thus far. She blew out her candle light with huffing breath, and started toward the noise. She recognized the scent upon exiting the library as Tedros's, and she wriggled a little in excitement. She had met him briefly, once before -- he had seemed like just the sort she would enjoy accompanying. Again, she pondered the mystery of Inferni's supposed darkness -- the rust-hued coyote simply did not see it. She lifted a hand and knocked lightly at the door. Hello? It's Myrika, she offered, speaking softly. It was not yet late enough for the house to have fallen completely into slumber, but Myrika didn't wish to irritate anyone, all the same.



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Yay! Smile Sorry Teddy is a little grumpy. Tongue



YOU'RE HERE AND THEN YOU'RE GONE

He still was not used to living in a place with other canines. Back in his last pack, the territory had spread far and wide but with little manmade structures. Everyone in the pack found their own den – or made their own shelter – but they were not nearly this close to each other. Tedros’ sat there, trying to concentrate on his new book, but found it hard not to be engulfed in the heavy aromas all around him.

One familiar scent caught his attention as it grew stronger. A female Lykoi. Well that narrowed it down. The coyote flicked his ear in mild annoyance and continued to read the first sentence of “Royal Seduction” over and over until finally there was a knock on the door. The coyote sighed lightly, running a hand through his mane before setting the book down. He stood and went towards the door, slightly relieved that it was Myrika and not one of her relatives.

Tedros opened the door to reveal the young woman, a smile embracing his maw. Their first meeting had been short, but nice. There was definitely some sort of chemistry between the two, and his tail wagged slightly as a sign of it. “Hey, is everything all right?” he asked, not sure exactly why she’d be knocking on his door at this time of night. Maybe it was some sort of untapped fatherhood that made him curious, or maybe it was just his passive aggressive way of saying that she was interrupting him. He preferred to think it was the former.

The old coyote stepped out of the way and motioned her inside.




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Baaaah, no problem, sorry Myrika is an awkwardsauce? c: <3

Thornloe had been a place of small size, but even there, families lived together in their own space. Myrika had enjoyed neither the caves -- too dank and earthy for her tastes -- nor the mansion -- too many coyotes serried together. So, she'd made her home on the lonely edge of the clan's territory. Thus far, she'd been quite glad for her choice. It allowed her to remain aloof, apart from the bunch of strangers that were supposed to be her family.

Tedros was not, however, family. Perhaps that was why she trusted and liked him a bit more than the rest -- there were no expectations where this canine was concerned. Still, despite his smile, he seemed hesitant. Myrika realized she was, in all likelihood, pestering him. She had done the same to Halo -- yet here she was again, making the same mistake. Suddenly rather aware of her own awkwardness, Myrika's grin broadened, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes glued to the old floorboards.

Yeah, everything's fine -- I just -- you sure? she asked, even as she gingerly stepped forward into his room, uncertain as to what to expect. I was just in the mood for company, and I thought you'd be great for that, the russet coyote said, hoping he would not be upset with her. Tedros hadn't seemed the least bit churlish upon their first meeting, but moods were fickle and fleeting things, and the rust-hued woman realized she just might have caught him on a bad day. I guess I'm just avoiding the long, wet walk home, she said, the rusty streak on her muzzle crinkling as she grinned. It didn't smell too nice out there when you opened the door, she said.

Oh, yes -- the weather, just the most interesting subject everyone and their mother couldn't wait to discuss. The tawny coyote would have sent her palm careening to her forehead that moment if she had been less composed.



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