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 Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 4:31 am
The next day, Pyroth woke up feeling surprisingly good for someone who had been smoking alright. It was mid-afternoon by the time he actually decided to get out of bed though and with a yawn, he uncurled from the way he'd been sleeping of late - in a very tight foetal position - and headed into the shower for an early morning freshen up. The shampoo that the lab had given him has turned out to be dismayingly effective on getting his fur to take on a clean shine and apart from the smell of oatmeal, he decided he could deal with it. Heading out of the warm water, he towelled most of his fur dry, a feat that took quite some time, before sitting down and brushing out every single knot and furl he could get his paws on. If he was turning into a coyote, he'd damn well do it with a bit of class and hygeine.
When he was clean and dry, he picked up one of his newly rolled blunts, and put it in the pocket of his new trousers, pulling on a clean shirt. He still wore his necklace and headress, some things were hard to part with, but he had to admit, he did look more civilised, even for a man who could no longer wear shoes. Having a good look in the mirror to make sure he looked halfway decent - and at the same time deciding he was fatter than he had ever been despite evidence to the contrary - he decided that yep, he was good to go.
Heading out into the early afternoon sunlight after the pleasant darkness of one's duplex was always recipe for major eye-pain as your pupils recoiled in horror at the change and tried to over compensate. Pyroth experienced this with a wince before having to stand and let his head adapt to the light before he could move. When he could, he headed in the direction of the liesure room, having only recently heard of it's existance in passing smalltalk with the lunchroom staff. Maybe he could find something to wile away the time?
As he entered the entertainment room, he was taken by the sheer number of movies, books and such, sometimes it seemed that the island spared no expense on them. A sudden urge to find a book on the coyote took him, and, with a frown, he headed over to the bookshelves, half hoping his search would turn up no results.
But no such luck apparently as he came across a book called The Little Wolf which just so happened to be about the coyote, canis latrans. Pyroth picked up the book and headed over to the sofa, where he began to read. To him the coyote had at one time been nothing but a filthy pest that deserved extermination. Now as he flicked through the pages, looking at the illustrations on each one, he was horrified to find a sort of mute kinship with the animal. After all, it was hard to keep hating a creature even after you had begun to resemble it, it's fur the same colour as your own, those keen eyes the very same as your own. It saddened him too to an extent, to suddenly find more in common with the canine than to the only human in the book, a man holding aloft one of his hunted coyote, the other three grisly and dead at his feet. He curled a lip slightly in the beginnings of a snarl. If he was there, he'd snap that guy's neck so fast, then truss HIM up as a trophy. It was hypocritical to arrange for human deaths and then to pity the death of animals but Pyroth did so all the same. Humans were stupid and expendable, and the shame of hunting with a gun was tremendous, the point in being a good hunter was not to blow the animal's head off but to engage in real competition on a level playing field where the thing had a chance at least!
He closed the book after a time, a little unnerved by how well he seemed able to read the body language of the coyotes in the book, the tilt of an ear or the position of a tail giving away much of their mindset.
With a sigh he headed over to the DVD collection, and, with a shrug, picked out some easy veiwing. Shrek ended up being his random choice and he put it on the TV, sitting down to watch.
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Later that day, Pyroth meets Jamal
Jamal's Jungle Nook.
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A traitor in their midst
The River
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 12:33 am
It starts that night. Much like many of the other islanders, and your own changes prior, they seem to happen right as you're getting used to your old form. After having recently read the book on Coyotes, they seem to be on your mind... and most prevalently in your dreams that night. The change dreams, always so terribly realistic. Before the change even begins, your sense of smell seems to heighten even more - integrating the smells around you into your dreams.... then the pain begins. It starts as a pounding sinus headache that just keeps getting worse... and worse... feeling like your sinuses are grinding - the bones themselves moving. When your eyes snap open, to your horror you realize that that is exactly what is happening as your cold wet nose is being pushed farther from your eyes. For better or worse, you are already completely furry, so no more aggravatingly itchy changes... however this just means that all the changes are going to be more morphological changes... the ones that hurt... the ones that involve bone and muscle. Your feet and hands begin to ache, feeling like a great pressure is building up in them - as you watch your feet stretch... followed shortly after as your hands do the same - you fingers losing some of their mobility as they thicken - the pads and claws becoming larger as well, your thumbs being left in the proverbial dust. By the end of the change your thumbs are no longer completely opposable - you can't touch your thumb to the last few fingers. Your feet mirror your hands - even more digitigrade with your big toes now just overblown dewclaws. Your tail also hurts as it legthens, stretching out longer and flexible. When you finally look in the mirror, you also notice that your red hair is thinner. Then your torso.... your very bones begin to grind.... it's hard to understand precisely what the pain is, but your shoulders seem to lower, your spine losing a bit of the human sinuous curve. By the end of it, you no longer have quite the range of motion in your arms - y ou can't lift your arms above your head or laterally out more than to about a 45 degree angle. The morphological changes are... severe. You can still walk upright, but you can also move on all fours with at least equal ease - though neither feels completely comfortable. You feel very awkward, caught between two forms more than any of the previous stages. Your physique not human, and not animal - nor is it a comfortable amalgamation. The changes that have been made also leave a... creepy notion that the direction it has turned definately seems to be one away from bipedal locomotion. Is this the last change? Can it get worse? 
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:43 am
Pyroth had settled in for the night after a while, deciding to try and get some sort of fix of his sleeping patterns, they had been growing more and more odd lately leaving him often feeling tired for no reason at all in the mid afternoon. Well, tonight the sleep pattern thing had not been his only reason for heading to bed, a headache had begun to set in, one that promised to be a headsplitter if he left it unchecked. So, with a sigh, he had curled up on top of his bed as always, his thoughts racing as he tried to get to sleep. It was not to be an easy rest however and he found himself tossing and turning, unable to slide off the pleasant slope of conciousness.
At some point, he must have managed it because it was then that the dreams came.
He was in that same vast desert landscape he had dreamt of before, the horizon endlessly unfurling the same rolling red sands no matter how far he walked. He had spotted a place like this in that wretched book he had read, apparently coyotes lived in arid places. However, it was far from warm here, the night sky was vast and merciless, sapping all the warm out of the world. And he was down there, a mere speck wandering alone.
He walked, looking for the coyote guide that he knew should be here- in that assured way only dreamers do - searching and searching, wandering along winding mountain passes and beside riverbeds run dry.
He found nothing, no sign of home or freedom and settled down in abject dispair, his head in his hands, or rather, he tried to, only for him to realise that what had once been hands, or close to, were now paws. It slowly dawned upon him, he was seeing things from the point of view of the coyote. He had become the one who had chased him down so long ago.
He watched the man who had been him before the island slowly walk away, out of his reach, out of his life. He was slipping away and could feel it, like the clouds of a gathering storm. He threw back his head and tried to yell, cry, anything, meeting with nothing but the screaming howl of the coyote as it tore from his jaws. He ran after himself, spooling out miles and miles of desert behind him as he ran, the scents becoming all that mattered, the scent of humanity, that faint lingering thread, red to his nose as it hung on the air but growing fainter. In the end he lost sight of his quarry and yelped as the world faded to black, only the faint scent remaining.
Snapping awake, Pyroth looked about him feverishly, had that sound in his dream come from him? Was it real? Was there someone else in the room? His heart thudded frantically in his chest and the headache of earlier had spread it's tendrils across his sinuses and nose, a throbbing agony that made it hard to see. s**t. And it was too late for asprin, or too early, whichever.
The room was strangely coloured, Pyroth noted, his nose translating scents as colours, that faint hint of red was there somewhere, but overpowering was the scent of coyote. It hadn't been this strong before, so it worried Pyroth as his night-sensitive eyes scanned the room for danger.
Then, agony. Sheer throbbing red hot pain seared a trail across the bridge of his nose and jaw. He watched in horror as, with a slow inevitabilty, his nose pused out and away, accompanied with half of the bone in his face. It had to be one of the most painful things he had ever experienced, his bones softening ot flexibility and then performing some sort of exit. He almost blacked out as his sinuses felt pulled like elastic, ready to snap at any moment. His jaw was next in the horrible grinding, shunting movement as it grew too long for it's confines and shoved out the way, pulling muscle, tendons and nerves with it, all of whom protested loudly to Pyroth's pain receptors. He shuddered and reached up to the side of his head, trying to press the pain out of his ears which felt as though he were at a high altitude and ready to explode.
He was dizzy, disorientated and all but blinded by pain when the throbbing receded, leaving him panting, shaking and physically exhausted. All it was was a breather though as it seemed next on the agenda was his paws. He looked down in exasperated horror as the same pain, that internal rebellious kind, built up in his feet and hands. At least when his head changed he wasn't looking on in horror. It was like something from a nightmare as he watched his hands, so important for his art, his work, smoking, begin to lose their mobility, his thumb was the only digit that seemed unable to keep up with the shifting bones, growing claws and pads and becoming more canine than ever. His feet told the same painful story as they became nearer to canine than primate, their tendoms and muscles still new forged and weak. Pyroth was glad he hadn't been standing, he would have inevitably collapsed under this.
Just as he thought that things couldn't get much worse, his body jumped into the fray, his spine doing strange things as his tail grew further, longer. It felt oddly as though someone had grabbed his shoulders and pressed in on either side, his shoulderblades angled slightly, his back stiffer. All of these things taught him new and fantastic things aobut pain he never knew, like how you could hallucinate on it, patterns seeming to dance in the darkness behind tightly closed eyelids, how you could forget who you were and where you were until all that remained was the agony, writhing and twisting in your every bone. It never got any easier, Pyroth noted mid-tansformation, every time it got to this point, you wished for death or redemption to free you from it's endless cycles.
Then, like the angel of death, it passed. Pyroth was left there on his bed, panting like a lunatic, feeling as though the air was too thin and warm to sustain his weary lungs, his head muzzy and light, his limbs feeling like jelly and the room seeming to spin around him. He wanted to cry, just to relieve some of the tension but found that his eyes didn't want to comply.
No more pains came to him, and he was glad, another wave would have killed him, he was sure.
After what felt like hours just lying there, eyes closed, reading the world of colour in his room, scared to move, he finally got up. With some difficulty he managed to stagger to his feet, his balance terribly off, his back preferring a slightly cuved posture, his hands - or were they forepaws? - tempted to rest on the floor. His head couldn't decide what way it wanted to hold his mutilated body but somehow settled for a sort of bipedal position. Pyroth felt his stomach clench in horror as he realised just how awkward it was to walk like this, somewhere between animal and human.
Only when he managed to get over to the mirror did the magnitude of the changes set in. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he realised just how canine he had become.
"This has to be a mistake." he stammered, reaching up a paw -with surprising difficulty(he even had to lower his head) - to feel what was left of his hair. He had been sure the transformation would go no further, that all the doctor had wanted was to give humans animal traits. He wasn't going to go the whole haul, was he? Blind panic siezed Pyroth at this thought and he wanted to run or snap at something, felt trapped and terrified, things were spiralling so far out of control.
Completely at a loss for what to do, almost frantic, Pyroth resorted to that staple of trapped animals everywhere. He paced. Up and down his room, his footfalls unsteady, his ears back against his head, panic attack stuff.
Not good, not good at all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:29 am
Pyroth meets Zach
The Jungle pg
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:31 am
Long time, no see, Awen
The Jungle pg
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:47 am
Bobby?The Village pg 206 - Bobby Reynolds FOOD! Food, that's all she needed. Bobby didn't care how or where she got it as long as she ate. Well, the cafeteria had the most food at hand. Would it be edible this early in the morning? She didn't care at this point.
By definition of the pig, Bobby was running....and it did not appreciate that, it made her even more hungry. She made it to the cafeteria and streaked right for the buffet. With her new pudgey fingers, Bobby grabbed everything and just stuffed it in her mouth. She couldn't recall chewing. Where she was going to pack it now; well, there were a lot of new options.
She wasn't a very quiet eater, either. Bobby made little scruffing, snorts, and grumbles while she ate, just trying to eat to appease the parasitic-like pig that was demanding sustenance. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth took a wander down to the cafeteria- if you could call his slightly hunched amble a saounter, merely seeking to get something small to eat, some meat slices or something, he only ate every three days and today was the day when he did. His stomach was all but growling when he walked into the cafeteria, the scents rich and tantalising to his nose.
However, he spotted someone alread over by the buffet, postiviely wolfing down the food. It took his head a few moment to realise who it was.
"Bobby?" Bobby Reynolds By the time Pyroth got there, there wasn't very much left at the buffet. Being a pig, she could eat anything, and did so. The coyoteman was a good distraction. While she was still hungry, the ravenous cravings were appeased... at least for now.
With a jerk, Bobby turned to the sound of his voice and literally shrank back as if she thought he would beat her. Some food still clung to her face and her slightly upturned nose.
"Pyroth...."
She didn't quite notice the changes, Bobby was too concerned with her own at the moment. Her eyes didn't leave his, she wanted to hide. The woman hadn't quite seen herself in a mirror yet, but she could only imagine what she looked like: grotesque, hideous, repulsive... Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth had seen far too much on the island so far to see anything other than hassles in Bobby's current appearance. It was amazing how desensitised you became. He did note however that the loss of her figure might have come as a shock, that and her apparent craving for food. He looked sympathetic for a moment, still not sure what she was becoming.
He waved slightly. trying to sound reassuring "Hello there. See they finally got you, m'dear."
Why he felt like giving her a reassuring hug was beyond him. Bobby Reynolds Bobby couldn't quite understand the meaning in Pyroth's voice. Was he sympathizing or mocking her misfortunes? Absent-mindedly, she reached back and grabbed the last apple. In three bites it was entirely gone.
With someone of a pathetic gesture, the woman looked as if she would cry. Why did it have to be, of all things, something that made her so disgusting? She thought she could take it, but now....? "I guess they have...." Bobby murmured.
Looking back at the mostly empty buffet, Bobby searched through the distruction she had caused. Only crumbs and spots of sauce were left. Her face looked worse as it turned back to Pyroth, "I think I ate it all." Pyroth Ignatius
Pyroth couldn't help but feel a kinship with Bobby, seeing her like this just reminded him with force what it had been like to change that first time, and she had gotten it so much worse than him. He couldn't express this in his facial features properly any more though, subtleties such as eyebrows totally lost to him.
"Bah, everyone gets the munchies after a change, there is plenty more food where that came from anyway.." he waved this off with a paw.
She looked so distraught that he couldn't help but give in to his initial instinct and throw wide his arms (as far as he could) "You look as though you could be doing with a hug." It was uncharacteristically affectionate of Pyroth to even consider it, but here was his drinking buddy from before, and she was probably emotionally reeling.
He could be cruel, but not that cruel.Bobby Reynolds The kindness, which she was not expecting from anyone and second-of-least-of-all from Pyroth, was too much for her. Pyroth standing with his arms out-stretched, well... Bobby Reynolds finally snapped.
With a cry of utter despair, Bobby threw herself into Pyroth's arms. While she cried, her head buried in his fur, the woman realized how much shorter he seemed... in fact, he had changed again!
The realization just took full force and she cried harder. She cried for her dead partner, he husband who would never know how sorry she was, children who would never know how much she loved them, for everyone stuck on this island; and for the first time in her life, Bobby also cried for herself. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth merely let his muzzle rest on Bobby's shoulder, wishing quietly that he could join her in her tears, but he wasn't able to any more, a fact that he hadn't realised would be so devestating.
He patted her back quietly, only able to guess at the depths of her own sadness- surely much more than his, a man without many ties to the outside world- he had the most tenuous family links, Bobby had children.
It only served to further galvanise his dislike of this whole project. Bobby Reynolds After awhile, Bobby cried herself out. With a final sniff, she dislodged herself from Pyroth's comforting 'arms'. Feeling better, the woman offered the coyote a smiled, her lower canine-fangs glinting in the cafeteria light.
Her usual manner slowly came back to her. "I needed that... if you tell anyone that I did that.... well, I'll give you a lap-dance!" Pyroth Ignatius "Anytime"
Pyroth nodded to Bobby but that solemn expression quickly turned to an eyebrow raise and a smirk.
"A lap dance!" he grinned wider "Ah but what if I don't /have/ a lap by that time?" his tone was light and airy as he went on. "Nah, just kidding, but seriously, who would I tell? I'm a little short in the friends and cohorts department on the island."
Bobby Reynolds Bobby turned and showed Pyroth her butt. "With this... I cannot miss..." She joked, hiding the woman that was still crying inside. "And you are not short on friends.... and besides, I don't really want anyone knowing period.... not even acquaintances!"
The woman pointed a fat finger at the coyote in a threatening manner, as she tried to also look disapproving with an arched brow. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth's motto on the island was that if you didn't laugh, you'd cry, since he could no longer do the latter, he was dealing by doing the former.
"You got it." he smiled warmly. "Though I'd bet there'd be some guys out there who'd pay good money for an exotic dance /that/ exotic." there was no harshness in his tone whatsoever, his tail even waving slightly in an outward expression of his aim to cheer Bobby up rather than bring her down. Bobby Reynolds Bobby laughed, a sure sign that she would be okay... of course, now that her stomach was controlled, the woman was exhausted. "I pity the fool who would want such a thing!"
She yawned, mid-way in her laughing. "Not to seem unappreciated, but I am just plain tired. The, ahh, change left me tired... although I didn't get much sleep anyways." Bobby turned to the door and walked on her way out, yawning once again. At the door she turned and gave the coyote a half-smile as she waved, "See you around, and I hope you find something to eat!"
Bobby went straight back to her duplex, stumbling much of the way. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth nodded and gave Bobby a wave "Not a problem, you go get yourself some rest."
As she went, Pyroth returned his attention to his original intention of coming to the cafeteria. Looking at the decimated mess that was the buffet, he let out a mock-sigh and shook his head.
"I'll come back later."
He wasn't about to feel the wrath of the cafeteria lady.
Turning and heading out of the door, he made his way back to his duplex.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:14 pm
Food, finally!The Village pg 207-208 Chana Cohen Chana had been carefully avoiding people since the Lily disaster. It wasn't that she didn't want to see them, it was that she still wasn't sure what she thought. Finally, hunger and a hope of meeting the other woman had forced her out of her duplex and into the cafeteria.
Oooh...what was this? Freshly picked greens, from the smell. The beaver girl loaded up her plate, scrupulously avoiding the fish. Not until she'd caught it herself!
With a satisfactory salad put together, she made her way over to a table. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth had come back down to the cafeteria out of a necessity, he was extremly hungry and had missed out on his lunch that morning, something which he couldn't really do when he hadn't eaten in about three days.
He slunk into the cafeteria, his nose almost instantly informing him that no, he wasn't alone. However, he said nothing to Chana until he had piled a plate high with rare steak and sat down nearby.
"Hello there." he said with the faintest of grins, pretty sure he had seen the other islander before at the river that day. Chana Cohen Chana watched the man enter with interest...well, could she really think of him as a man? He looked more than half wolf, and that was saying something! Though...she thought he might be one of the people that had been at the river that day? If so...he'd changed since then.
And that was a scary thought.
She smiled sheepishly. "Hey. I've seen you, I think, but we've never met. I'm Chana." And before she said too much, she shoved another forkful of crunchy lettuce into her mouth. Not too bad. Could be a bit stiffer and greener though. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth nodded, still chewing on some of the food for his plate, swallowing it before answering.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Pyroth." It had been less than favourable conditions that day, he'd been really pissed off, a snarling, bristling ball of anger, actually. At the moment he was a little more calm, more weary after the change, still tender. It would pass but for now he'd bask in the tranquility.
He passed a glance over Chana's less human features and played the usual guessing game, deciding that he didn't have a clue what she was becoming, he'd never known much about animals, this island made you wish you did.
"You were down at the river with that traitor weren't you?" he had no idea if Chana really knew Lily prior to that. Chana Cohen Chana nodded as Pyroth introduced himself. So far so good...
She flinched when he called Lily a "traitor" though. She'd forgotten that while she was more inclined to forgive Lily, not everyone was. And...she studied his sharp teeth, ripping at the steaks...she wasn't going to point out that Lily hadn't actually betrayed the other islanders.
Swallowing her mouthful of salad, Chana nodded. "I was," she confirmed. Pyroth Ignatius He frowned pointedly. "I don't get why she thought she could just go from scientist to islander without any resistance."
Still, he wasn't about to wax lyrical on the whole thing, that would just get him angry again and when he was angry, he had to go hunt something to take his mind off it, in this form, he wasn't the best of hunters.
Instead he opted to raise a brow at the brown-haired woman and change the subject.
"So how did they get you here? Any particular lies?" Chana Cohen Chana frowned. "Would you have told everyone, if you were in her shoes?" she asked acidly before she could stop herself. Frustrated, she bit her lip with her oversized teeth.
She suddenly lost her appetite for her salad. And when Pyroth changed the subject, she wondered why he couldn't pick anything better.
"I thought I was getting a job at a special camp for the mentally retarded," she answered shortly. Hmmm. She still had to eat...Chana forced herself to take another bite of salad. It was really missing something. Maybe some...
...no! No bark no wood no anything like that! She was human, damnit! Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth took another bite out of the steak and gave Chana a toothy grin. "I probably would have lied, but made sure everyone thought I broke the serums on purpose. A martyr of sorts. People like that and would be more willing to beleive lies than the doctor." He wasn't afraid to admit that he was willing to lie to save his own skin.
And then the urge to make a joke out of that comment was incredibly strong, but he resisted somehow.
"Wow, the rainbow of lies they use is pretty vast from what I've heard. They've certainly brought in a vast variation of people, that's for sure. Wish I hadn't been one of the unlucky ones."
He was tempted to shift attention away from the island again, but lately it had been hard not to think about it.
Chana Cohen Chana frowned at Pyroth. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. She wasn't happy to hear his response to her question or to her answer.
"Well aren't you just the rain on my parade," she muttered, giving her salad more of the attention it deserved, rather than him. Sitting by Pyroth was starting to grate on her nerves. It wasn't just his attitude and (brutal) honesty, but also his appearance. Beavers did not like whatever he was becoming. Not at all.
On the other hand, Chana had been very interested in predators either. She'd avoided most of those enclosures when she'd been conned into going to zoos. Pyroth Ignatius He smirked again, polishing off the last steak efficiently. The real Pyroth was beginning to show through over his politeness borne of nerves that he had displayed on arrival. Being forced into the company of so many people had eroded whatever facades he had. The real Pyroth was a bit of a sarcastic coward.
He pushed his plate away and crossed his forepaws, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You're no mardi gras yourself."
It was only on mentally stepping back that Pyroth actually noticed how snide he was being. He assumed it was the meat, whenever he had a plate of steak nearby he had the urge to snarl at anyone who got too close. That area of personal space extended pretty far.
There was something in the scent of Chana which made the coyote sit up and listen too, familiar. Pyroth merely pushed it to the back of his head for now, his ears flicking back slightly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:36 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:49 am
Bobby figured she'd go see Pyroth today. He was good company, but she also gave herself the excuse that she wanted to make sure he hadn't talk about her breakdown.
Not wanting to go empty-handed, the woman made a slight detour and stopped at the cafeteria. After making some entrees for herself, Bobby slipped in a side door. Relieved, she had picked the right one and was in where all the raw meat was stored. She pulled some that were not frozen and put them in containers. While she wasn't concerned with contamination -surely her piggyness would prevent her from getting sick-, the woman didn't necessarily want to have to clean the blood out of her bag later.
Armed with food, Bobby walked over to the duplexes. Wracking her memory as she walked through the numbers, she finally remembered which was his. The woman walked to Duplex 5 and wrapped on the door with her 'new' nails, absently thinking that she might want to paint them pink or silver...
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:01 am
Pyroth of late had gotten very good at merely chilling out in the half-dark of his duplex, somewhere between being asleep and awake. The human in him didn't want to sleep during the day, the coyote did. The eventual compromise satisfied neither but was the only option. His room was surprisingly neat for being lived in so often, shirts and trousers folded as neatly as they could be, his various brushes on the dresser
The pocket PC he had gotten as a gift a while ago was still on glowing faintly, he sometimes used it, despite it's awkwardness and in quite a few places around the room were rolled or half smoked joints, their scent pretty prevailent over everything else.
A few drawings were also placed here and there, of various things, islanders, animals and scenery. He had lived in the duplex for just over half a year and in that time, had made it very much his own.
As the knock came at the door, he sat up, his ears perked, surprised that anyone would actually opt to come over here to see him. Sincerely hoping it wasn't bad news, he headed over and opened the door. Releif flooded him as he saw it was Bobby and not some scientist come to inject him with some other serum.
He grinned, his tail flicking.
"Hey, a visitor for a change." his tone was genuinely enthusiastic and he headed in to sit on the end of his bed, which faced the door (in a very un-feng shui manner) "Come in, feel free to leave the door open, let some sun in."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:12 am
Bobby stepped in, and left the door open. The spell of the joints almost made her reel, her poor newly-sensitive nose taking them in. She had to shake her head in order to clear her sinuses, and even sniffed when her nose started a drip.
"I brought," Bobby croaked. She cleared her throat, "I brought... oh, that's much better... I brought some comfort food as well!" Lifting the back, the woman walked in further to find a place to sit.
Mentally, she was impressed with the neatness of the room... although, she really didn't know if she should have been or not.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:19 am
Pyroth was actually pretty aware of the smell in the room himself, despite being in the room all the time, he never really got used to it, the green tinge of it's scent always playing on his nose. Still, no point fussing over it anyway, it wasn't like the drug was illegal here where the doctor decided the rules.
In response to Bobby's words, he let his gaze slide to the bag and he nodded "Even better, I was about to head down to the cafeteria, you've saved me the trouble, impeccable timing."
It was quite irritating that there weren't any chairs in the room, but he just supposed that no one intended visitors to be in the duplexes and hadn't planned ahead. He moved over to the edge of the bed to make some room, moving his tail out of the way so it didn't get sat on inadvertently.
"So what spurred you to head over? You have to be the first visitor I've had in months and months to my duplex, everyone else I've met in or around the village."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:30 am
Bobby came near the bed, but opted to sit on the floor. Her additional cushioning of the rear end mad it so she wasn't uncomfortable. Setting the bag next to her, so opened it to grab all the food and started to arrange it on the floor. It looked like enough to eat for four, but it was just for the two of them. There was a lot of raw meat, but it still only consisted of one-fourth of it all.
"Call it a mother's intuition," Bobby laughed, "I can sense a hungry person anywhere within a three-mile radius!"
Getting down to business, and after getting all the food out, Bobby smirked up at Pyroth, "Well, I came to make sure you didn't talk about what happened.... if you did, I'll have to take all this food out right now."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:36 am
Pyroth eyed the food as it was produced, noting the sheer quantity but saying nothing, he found Bobby's increased appetite of late more amusing than condemning and thought that they made a good contrast, the guy who ate every three days and the woman who could eat three days worth in a sitting. Of course, he said none of this aloud, not wanting to inadventantly offend rather than amuse.
He grinned very faintly as he noted that a certain amount of the food she had brought was raw, points for observance were duly awarded "You certainly do have an intuition for food." he nodded.
The coyote-man raised his hands defensively, seeing the prospect of eats rapidly dissapearing. "Hey, my word is my word, I haven't told a soul. I swear it."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:41 am
Bobby eyed the coyote, just for appearances. She believed him, but what kind of a cop would she be if she wasn't suspicious? "Very well, then, you are free to eat.... at least your part!" The woman winked while she added the last phrase.
"I can honestly say, I've always had an eye for good food," she flinched, "although, these changed had made it so I don't really care what I eat. At least others can appreciate it though." The woman smiled, determined not to think about it.
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