Lost

[darkaire]

[ ooc: probably another hour if I don't watch the time ]


Because she had never been exposed to anything even remotely aphrodisiacal, the natural effects of the extract had a little more effect on her than he. It wasn't that the weed was drug-like, it was just that the scent was new and overpowering, and it clogged her mind. Her smile stretched into a loose grin, eyes drooping just in the tiniest. She fumbled slightly to cap the vial and put it back into its spot on his belt, having to involve her whole torso to do so.

Rit managed to get the vial into the right niche only after several tries, the strong scent still muddling her senses. The weasel pressed her head into his stomach and nuzzled briefly, then flopped back into the leaves, tossing them into the air. It was much more fun than it had been a few minutes ago.

[xylon]

The traveler watched his converser slide the vial back onto his belt, but instead of sitting back up, she rubbed her head against his soft stomach for a moment. The wolf shuddered; it felt good, relaxing. He snapped back to reality as the weasel went back to frolicking among the leaves playfully, managing to raise an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

[darkaire]

[ ooc: argh! for some reason the board has banned me from posting on the 5th page? maybe it thinks I'm posting too much....conspiracy! >> ]

Ritari grinned lazily up at him, tail snaking out to brush up against the closest part of his body playfully. "Of course I am! Does something seem wrong?" she paused in her play, clothes askew, pulled into weird angles, leaves attached to odd places. Her eyes were wide, slightly dulled and cloudy from the extract. Her eyes weren't the only thing disturbed from it. She squirmed some more and looked at him anxiously, all her moods elevated. "You should come play with me," the command was simple, but one of a child. She refused to allow the wolf to just sit there and be a bore. He needed to do something more exciting.

[xylon]

OOC: *Looks away nervously* I KNOW NUH-ZINK!

The wolf retracted for a moment at the soft fur, but then got used to it. He smiled, showing his fangs and his words barely squeezing out. "Well, on a different note than last time, I'm a very old being. I don't usually take to jumping around." Then, the beast narrowed his eyes and stared past the weasel into the foliage surrounding them. "Come to think of it, I've never been the jumpy type. I've just slept, walked, talked and..." The grin faded as he was about to say "fight", or even worse, "kill". The wolf didn't know how accumstomed to actual warfare the weasel was. Brushing the subject away, the snout inclined back down to the young weasel rolling in the leaves. "So, what is your name?"

[darkaire]

[ ooc: it keeps logging me out when I hit reply on page 5. And why do you look so nervous? EH? ]


"See? I knew you were too old to have fun," she muttered with a roll of her eyes, punctuated by crunching leaves. She flicked her tail decently hard against his thigh and gave him a look...it was hard to distinguish whether it was a withering gaze or a sultry one. "Maybe the reason you're so dusty and stodgy is because you don't go rolling around in the leaves more often!" she said it like it made perfect sense, as if everything else in the world didn't matter. She sat up and grabbed his paw, tugging him towards the ground and the leaves. "Nuh uh! I am not telling you anything until you play with me."

[xylon]

OOC: *Xylon runs away* Cerridwen! She knows too much!!!

The wolf hit the ground with an "Oof!", landing face-down and sprawled. His muffled voice rose up, something of a dry growl. "Oh, come on. Do I have to?"

[darkaire]

[ ooc: it just...just makes me so sad when it says I've been banned from the forum... *crocodile tears and puppy dog eyes* ]


She grinned with glee as she slid on top of him, straddling his waist and dumping a pile of leaves onto the back of his head. "Yes!" she chirped, "You do!"

[xylon]

OOC: *Runs over to comfort* It's okay, it's probably just a bug...

The wolf laid still on the floor, allowing the musty leaves to bury his head. "I hate you," he said, but by the tone of his voice, it seemed he didn't mean it.

[darkaire]

[ ooc: *snaps at him* I'm sure it's all your fault, so don't come running over here to comfort me. *just as tempermental as her character* I'll keeeeeell you! ]


He probably felt her freeze when she heard the words. Her temper clicked on like clockwork, paws fisting. If he hated her, then why was he just laying there? Why didn't he do something about it and... "Well, if you really hate me, why don't you try to kill me, then?" her tone wavered, obviously a little hurt by his comment - whether his tone implied it or no. She blinked ferociously at him and curled up on his back in drowsy sorrow, ignoring the urge to stomp on his neck. She mustn't hurt old, codgy wolves, she reminded herself. It just wasn't polite to go about hurting elders.

[xylon]

The aged veteran rolled over, trying to shove the weasel off his back and chuckling. "Haha, I can tell you're just a kid." The wolf sat up, looking at the sulking weasel with a small grin playing along his face. "You know I didn't actually mean that."

[darkaire]

[ ooc: aah! I have a karma point! And aaah! I've almost made 50 posts already! And aaah! I'm a QUESTOR! ]

Rit slid off him and into a pile of leaves, burrowing into them so that her torso was covered, only her lower half and bright brown eyes showed through. "Then why'd you say it?" she sulked, still staring at him. She never understood why people said things they didn't mean...she always spoke her mind. Even if it got her into trouble, which it usually did. "You certainly seemed bored by me. You don't want to play, and all you do it lay around sleeping. You could do a little more with your life, you know," she sniffed, then sneezed as dirt offended her keen smell.

[xylon]

OOC: *Trods away, both sobbing and scared*

The wolf then stood up, talking as he brushed off his coat elegantly. "You call it boredom, I call it peace. I've fought in more battles than you've blinked in your life." But, upon saying this, he suddenly sprinted to a tree, scaling it almost as fast as the weasel had done. Then, reaching about fifteen feet up, he flung himself off, landing in a heap of flying fur amongst the leaves by the russet creature. Once stopped, the traveler called out with intentional boredom. "How was that?"

[darkaire]

[ ooc: *feels kinda bad and offers some cookies* ]



She tried to keep the disdain from her face at the way he brushed his coat. Lookit him she thought, he thinks he's so much better than... she trailed off as the wolf took off. Her eyes were glued to him the entire time, feeling for one horrible moment the miraculous feeling of freefall as he fell. Rit's eyes were wider than they'd been since they'd met. She exploded out of the leaves and onto him, squirming all over. "I cannot believe you just leaped off that tree! What if there had been sticks right there? What if I'd left my dagger there? You could have been hurt!"

She gaped and roughly tried to pry herself underneath him to check just in case. Just in case she had left her dagger there. Her sleeve pocket was loose, and she'd promised herself she'd fix that...the haze still hadn't worn off, and it was making her a little more...childish than usual.

[xylon]

OOC: *Takes cookie and leaps on Darkaire playfully*

The wolf, now much more carefree, was laughing at the incident. He sat up, lightly pushing at the weasel. "Well," he said between chuckles, "I'm no stranger to pain," he said, pointing to a long, gruesome scar on the left side of his gray-furred body. "The feeling doesn't bother me much these days."

[darkaire]

[ ooc: *is an east coaster and too tired to complain and crumples under xylon* ]

She stared at the scar and reached out to trace it with her paw. "It's so long...how'd you get it?" The weasel shoved at him again, wanting to make sure that her dagger wasn't under him, though why she didn't think to check her sleeve was a mystery. It was still where she'd left it in the confusing confines of her clothes. When he didn't move, she wrinkled her nose as him. "You really must be old to not have pain bother you," and with that, she pinched him on the tail, to test that statement.