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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:08 pm
"Le wunnerful mornin'," Antony purred, tails swaying behind her while they poofed out and then relaxed.
Oh she was so~ happy and oblivious to most everything...
Including her toes, which she couldn't feel anymore.
Regarding his compliment on her tattoos, she simply beamed, sauntering closer to where he was sitting. "Owl 'id 'em... But Owl's not hurr and that means no sex with Owl~." She gave him a pout that was entirely not an expression a sober Antony used when she was sober and being serious.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:16 pm
Cheerfulness seemed contagious and Pyroth found his own mood being lifted by Antony's drug induced contentment. He was jealous to tell the truth.
He tilted his head slightly at her comment on Owl, but after a bit of guessing on his part, he came to the conclusion that owl must have been ******** that she knew. Possibly a partner though in the underground scene, you never could tell. His own grin broadened almost imperceptibly and he chuckled.
"Well, I'm sure when you meet Owl again there will be plenty of /that/ to go around. Afterwards tell him some hairy coyote guy thinks his linework is s**t hot, maybe he'll appreciate it."
With a mental shrug, he decided to try his luck, casually looking out at the sea again, he asked.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to have any green on you..would you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:28 pm
"No!" She grumped, though not really staying irritable for long, "He's back home 'n married." Antony entirely forgot about Jamal at the moment. Huzzah for weed clouding the mind. "So alas," she said woefully, blinking when she forgot what she was going to say next.
Feeling a bit floaty, the tattooed woman dropped onto the sand next to him, squealing as if she had just gone down some sort of rollercoaster. A really kick a** one too.
Green?
The tree's had green.
OH! Pot!
Antony gave him a cheshire-esque grin before nodding and tapping him in the chest with a clawed finger. "I do~ believe I do~," she drawled, looking absolutely peachy, "But what do ah get for sharin'?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:36 pm
Pyroth shrugged in as disarming a manner as he could. Since when had marriage meant anything? But certainly, if this man was back home then the sea barred the way.
He was about to say something more when the words he /hadn't/ been expecting to hear met his ears - which, being more canine now than human, perked that tiny bit- Okay, everything went right out the window, she had pot. It was tantamount to waving a beer under an alcoholic's nose. Pyroth told himself he wasn't addicted to the stuff, but months and months without it had been torture.
Just as his hopes fluttered upwards, they were dashed slightly, what did he have to give? Nothing. He had come to this island with nothing other than what he wore.
"For sharing? Anything. Anything at all." his tone was deadly serious, the elusive craving was just within his reach and the canine senses only intensified his sense of smell, taunting him with the scent which still hung faintly on the air.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:55 pm
Antony lazily trailed a fingertip along the tattoo on his chest, rolling over and swinging a leg over his hips so that she was sitting in his lap. The blunt was procurred from, among other places she liked to stash things, her cleavage.
"Ta da!" She proclaimed triumphantly, wriggling the tightly rolled joint in the cayote man's face. Had she gotten his name?
Didn't matter.
The tattooed woman swayed somewhat from her perch, tails casually exploring things behind her. "Help a girl out," she murred, letting the blunt free hand comb through the fur on his chest.
Gods she got horny when she was stoned.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:03 pm
Now this was something else he wasn't expecting. Definately not something he would have guessed would be going on in his day. In fact he'd predicted nothing more interesting than a stroll on the beach, now it was do as he was told or be refused access to weed. He was ready to show his righteous indignation when Antony made real her claim to possess further weed. His gaze jumped onto it and he could have sworn he wimpered.
Shee-it.
And the physical contact? Not helping. Not with fur.
He gulped faintly and met her gaze. Hell, he had killed people for less than what he would be getting here.
"Damn. You drive a hard bargain." Okay, he was an addict, he'd admit it . Here. Now. He'd craved the stuff since he'd got here, always at the back of his mind, tinting every memory of Khan green at the edges. Just one smoke, one intoxicating blur of the world.
"Anything."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:11 pm
The look in his eyes gave it all away; it was Antony who had the control of this situation.
After watching him for a moment, the tattooed woman finally grinned wide and then offered the blunt to him. Once he took it, her zippo was procurred and then flicked open quickly so that a flame appeared. She held it out towards him, close enough so that he could simply lean in with the smoke in his mouth and light it.
It was her zippo afterall.
The lighter was put away after they were finished with it, and her now free hand joined the other one trailing along his chest. Her nails made it much easier to comb through the fur, which was surprisingly soft.
"You straight?" She suddenly questioned, eyes widening in a paranoid fashion.
This trade wasn't going to work if the man was a twink.
Her orgasms were in jeopardy!
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:22 pm
Pyroth gladly took the blunt and lit it, expecting to be woken up at any moment, possibly to find himself in the jungle, looking more of a freak than he currently did. But that didn't happen. Which was odd, his luck was often shitty like that. However, he was used to authority and actually preferred being told what to do than to have to do anything himself.
He had taken one, satisfying draw on his little piece of heaven when Antony asked him his sexuality out of the blue. His head was already getting pleasantly clouded, to that point where logic was becoming a sort of square thing, with, like, edges and s**t. He blinked once and raised a brow at her. What a question to ask, just as he was enjoying the weed. His head managed to get itself in respectable order and he answered, half of his mind on her nails which were very distracting. Very distracting.
"Hrmmm...not really. Mainly guys. The ladies, never been a fan of the skinniness. My skininess that is. Not entirely against it though." he was telling the truth, Khan had been his main focus in recent years but there had been years before that..and years before that.
He took another puff of the precious blunt and gave her a slightly glazed grin "Why? Don't think you could match up to a guy?"
This s**t was /good/.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:32 pm
With his answer, Antony's expression changed from pleasantly confident to one of someone who had just gotten punched in the stomach.
He was GAY?!
Oh no no NO! This blunt was supposed to be traded for sex, not for NOTHING. Her tails began to, for lack of a better word, spasm. Twitching was too calm of a word for what they were doing right now.
Now what was she going to do?!
Panic.
"You're GAY?!" She choked, sounding personally insulted by this information, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. His second question didn't even register in her mind, which felt like dust in a vacuum cleaner roaring on full power.
When Antony finally managed to congeal her thoughts enough to utter something cohesive, it came out in a type of whimper, "But what about my orgasms?"
Those were more addicting than pot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:42 pm
It was Pyroth's turn to grin and feel in control, he waved a hand vaguely, after taking another puff of artificial courage and grinned broadly.
"Words. I hate that word. No. I'm not gay. Just not picky. Khan was there, so, things go the way they go." he chuckled again, his own tail tempted to wag contentedly.
"As for your orgasms, m'dear, that's up to you." he took another puff on the blunt leaving his words hanging on the air like the smoke he breathed out, noting now that it was really beginning to kick in. He was himself again, not some wishy washy social reject, Pyroth when he was high was confident, invincible in his own mind, the coyote influence only added to it.
He shrugged and with a single claw, traced idly over one of Antony's shoulder tattoos, she was in close proximity, he was high now, otherwise he wouldn't have dared.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:52 pm
A large sigh of relief wooshed from her lips as he 'saved her orgasms' and therefore, her day. She let herself relax, the three tails behind her relaxing to swish against his thigh, or what she thought was his thigh.
As he continued talking, a low murr escaped her lips from deep within the squirrel woman's throat, which was only amplified into a shiver when his claw traced her flesh. In her pot induced haze, Antony was absolutely convinced that her orgasms were the only thing important in the world right now.
Nevermind that they were in public, on the beach, and probably being watched by a camera.
This was life or death!
Kinda.
Not really.
"Well," she drawled, her own claws continuing their motions down his stomach, making sure to dole out extra attention to his lower hips. "Then I'd say we have an accord."
Such soft fur too.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:58 pm
Pyroth was more content than he had been since he got onto this godforsaken island. The pot coursed through his all too willing veins like ambrosia, tinting everything pleasantly vivid. Normally inhibited by his worry around others, Pyroth was now in his element more than anything else. He grinned toothily and couldn't help but let out the very faintest of pleasured growls in response to her touch. He really had been a hermit in this place. And that wasn't him, not really.
"Fair's only fair."
This wasn't what he had expected when he woke up this morning.
Hell, he hadn't expected something like this EVER.
But, pot could do strange things to you.
When you couldn't say no to it.
END RP
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:50 pm
Awen arrived first at the beach. She strode out and stood for a short while looking at the waves before her. She stepped out until she stood around ankle deep in the water. She stomach was knotted and twisted with conflicting emotions. She wanted to go the manta said so, she had to go Jamal laying in his cage screamed it, but still the underlaying fear of the ocean was still there. Somethin deep inside made her pause.
She took a few deep breaths. She looked back at the island she had spent the passed months on. The memories it brought, the joys and the horrors. She had to go... But a few minutes of basking here wouldn't hurt her.
She closed her eyes and simply listened to the waves, smelled the salt from the water. She knew soemthing wasn't right but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She was focused....
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 10:18 pm
Opening her eyes once more Awen started to slowly move into the water. The cool embrace felt good on her rubbery skin and the manta was certainly pleased. Something in her gut nagged though. Rex, she had seen Rex. And Amaya... she was there. Awen thought that maybe..they would follow her. Surely they figured out what she was doing? She told both of them before, Rex had the note but surely Amaya could figure it out by the way she had stormed in and away so quickly. Awen guessed they... just couldn't see her off. Maybe they didn't want Zach to see.
Whatever it was Awen knew in this she was alone. She didn't want to be...but she was alone. The water was up to her waist and she checked to see if the wallet would still be in place. She jean shorts fit snuggly against Awen's legs and the wallet was held safely between her skin and jean.
Her heart pounded. How could she be doing this? The water was chest deep as she remembered that poor man's tears. Jamal locked in the cage. Amaya's sad look at her newest transformation. Awen's own fear and pain turning into a manta ray. This had to stop.
Awen would stop it.
Or at least give it a try. She knew the doctor would probably try to stop her, had some precaution in place. Or maybe he had hoped the island would be nice enough, that Awen would be too afraid to swim off. A feat only a fish could do...and Awen was the only fish. He must have seen the meak girl and not accounted for her heart. That was it. He was counting on her fear to push her back to shore.
The waves were crashing passed her on their way to the beach. They cared not of the little blue haired bobble in their midst. She felt the fear rising up in her. She knew it was now or never. She had to go... into the place that took her parent's lives; into something that could easily take her life. She had to go now before this fire ran out.
She took a deep breath and plunged under the surface. With a mighty kick she already propelled through the water passed where her toes could ever reach. She opened her eyes letting them adjust to the waters around her. It was beautiful.
Awen had never seen anything so clear in her life. She pushed her way through the water a small grin on her face. This wasn't so bad. This was great. The manta finally felt free inside of her. This was where she belonged.
But something wasn't right. Something just didn't fit. An itch in her gills, she'd never had an itch like this while swimming. It was almost... like a burning sensation.
And then the pain really began.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 10:47 pm
Awen's gills burned worse than a cut would in the salt water. She stopped moving forward as she brought her hands to the sides of her neck. She tried putting some pressure on them to aliviate some of the pain, but it only made it worse. She let go promptly and clenched her fists.
Deep under the water she could still feel the pull and drag of the waters pushing her back towards the island. She couldn't go back, she had to keep...
But this pain! She didn't understand what was going on. Her pulse was quick as she felt her heart rattling against her ribs. She could breathe underwater, she should be able to breathe under these waters! But she couldn't. Awen couldn't breathe.
She stomach tightened into a knot as she felt her lungs start to burn. She didn't know if it was because her gills stopped working suddenly or if it was all in her head that the air wouldn't come but at this point she didn't care. She looked up and noted she was a long way to the surface. She had gone passed a huge drop off by the island and was in the colder depths now. This wasn't good she was fast but.. how fast?
She couldn't waste anymore time as the blue haired girl pushed her hands down and kicked her legs aiming for the surface. She had to make it. Once she had her head above water she would be able to breathe again. The nausea set in alongside the pain. Awen's stomach gave a heave but nothing came out. Instead Awen instinctively tried to draw in a breath of air, where there was no air to be had.
Water now had filled her lungs and her first reaction was to couch and get it out. But coughing required more air and more air only lead to more coughing. She had to get to the surface. She was almost there...she had to make it... if she could just make it to the surface at least....
She felt herself fading slowly. The water was seeping throguh her still too human lungs. She felt dizzy, light headed, naucious...and sleepy. She shook her head slowly as her movements became sluggish. The currents were pushing her back towards the shore but she was still under the water. The safe sand would do her no good if her lunges were full of water. With the last kick she could muster she propelled herself up and broke the surface of the water.
She coughed and hacked and still couldn't properly breathe at all. She felt like vomiting but she couldn't. Not now..not here. Her stomach clenched as she hit the surface of a small sand dune under the water. She was back to where she could be on her hands and knees on solid sand. She felt the waves crashing upon her back as she faced the island...and her stomach and lungs couldn't take anymore. Half a cough half a wretch the content of Awen's stomach emptied into the water around her. It took a short while but soon she just couldn't heave anymore.
She crawled her way throguh the sands, passed the tiny shells and small rocks below her. She coughed and weezed and still felt like she was going to be sick again. Her gills burned like nothing she had felt before. Awen managed to pull herself up to shore, so she couldn't wash away and collapsed.
She turned her face to the side so she wouldn't breathe in the muddy sand below. She still coughed as the waves slowly crashed onto the shore around her, beating against her.
This was a bad idea..... it had been a horrible horrible idea..... She remembered something...it had been so long ago. Something the skunk man had sung once. And the waves they crash over me... For some reason that stuck in her mind.
Those waves were washing over Awen, taking away her hopes of escape, ridding her of any further delusions. This had been a bad idea from the start. Something went wrong.... terribly wrong.... She didn't know what... but she was too exhausted to care.
The lingering feeling of being beaten was the last she felt. The disappointment in Avery's face, and Jamal in the cage were the last images that graced her mind. Awen let out a might cough...and slipped into blackness.
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