we're all mad here

sinclair coax

this lust is a burden that we both share
two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

As he walked through the forest he found himself growing bored and restless. This life of his was growing tedious; oh how he longed to change it. He just did not know how. A woman had once told him that he could control his own life and choose where he took himself but a part of him still didn't believe that to be true. He got what he deserved, he supposed. A lonely existence for leaving his family behind. He had always thought he'd done it to save them but what about himself? Sinclair paused, looking around the trees as the leaves fell around him. He watched a couple drift to the ground and lifted a paw to place it upon their brittle bones and cause them to crunch beneath his feet. A small hum escaped him and he turned away, carrying on through the woods in search of something to entertain him for the day.

Sindri was away, as was growing usual these days, and he had not seen Ashira in some time. They were two constants in his life that he had grown to enjoy but alas even they were not permanent it seemed. A rustling caused him to stop again and he twitched his black ears, lifting his head in the direction the noise was coming from. "Whose there?" he asked, hardly bothering to keep himself hidden from danger, should that be what lurked in the foliage.

"We are all young and naive still."

Parathion is making no effort to hide her presence. She is, in fact, rather focused on her task—that is, aggressively clearing the overgrown roots and vines away from the den entrance she's found in the hollow of a gnarled tree. She is unlike the city wolves of the southern nations; she would rather rest beneath the stars than in something so frivolous as a bed, and whilst her current shelter isn't bad, she thinks this one will be better. Of course, she has to get into the damn thing first.

She has little interest in whatever creatures are rustling about in the woods around her—this is her home, after all, and she does not fear the forest—but a voice calls out all the same, as though she's interrupting him. "That's a stupid question," she calls back carelessly over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. Parathion has no intention of tracking down the voice in the woods; he can come find her, if he's so inclined, but there is very little that will deter her from the task she is currently hyperfixating on.

@Sinclair

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sinclair coax

this lust is a burden that we both share
two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

A voice came from nearby in the forest and Sinclair's ears twitched at the tone beneath the offending words. He huffed and decided he was bored enough to follow the voice to where he would find a woman in white with serpentine eyes. "Is it?" he asked, facing her now and staring her down. There was no aggression in his body, nor his violet eyes, but you could tell by his tone he was annoyed.

They were opposite images of one another, dark and light, though perhaps not so far off in personality given her intent to offend a complete stranger. Sinclair studied her a moment longer before asking another question, "what are you doing?" She seemed preoccupied with something, as she had not been the one to approach him. He wondered what it was and if she would divulge that with him or perhaps she would simply call him stupid again and wander off. And he would let her; he was not one to stalk after those who did not wish to be in his company. He had better things to do.

"We are all young and naive still."

There's the sound of footsteps, the crackle of leaves beneath paws—coming closer. Her head tilts to the side to assess the direction of approach, but she otherwise ignores him to keep digging until the cool tone of his voice cuts the air again, sounding somewhat annoyed. Parathion huffs again, backing out of the hole so that she can stare at him with those wild, accusatory eyes, her hair disheveled and dirty. "Yes," she confirms on a hiss, flashing an unfriendly smile that is more of a baring of teeth.

She has never been particularly good at socializing, and being stared at like she might provide him with a sense of entertainment for the day is enough to have her bristling. "Renovating my vacation home," Parathion retorts sarcastically, cocking a hip and eyeing him with the wariness of a feral creature who would sooner bite the hand that feeds her than make an attempt to play nice. "Don't tell me we're neighbors," she quips unkindly, looking him up and down in a rather pointed manner that suggests she isn't particularly impressed.

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sinclair coax

this lust is a burden that we both share
two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

As she hissed her confirmation, Sinclair fell quiet. He allowed her space and eventually she said she was 'renovating her vacation home' and then questioned him, her gaze filled with a pointed look. His brow rose and he got the feeling that he was obviously unwelcome here. Rather than be a pest he decided it would be best to take his leave, then. "I see," he commented dryly before turning away from her. "No, we're not neighbors." he added, his tone as plain as before. Without another word he turned and disappeared into the surrounding forest.

Sinclair was not usually one to stick around where he was not wanted; pestering that woman would not get him anywhere he figured. So he'd leave her to her digging and fussing and meander off elsewhere to find something suitable for entertainment.

exit sinclair

"We are all young and naive still."

He seems bored with her hostile demeanor, which is likely better than the alternative. For all her vitriol, Parathion is not exactly a fighter—not in the usual sense, anyway. She'll gladly leave scratches filled with poisons meant to fester, but in the heat of the moment, she rarely has the upper hand. Still, conceited as she is, she's pretty sure she could've taken this guy. He's not nearly so intimidating as her White Timber.

Flaring her nostrils, the pale wolf's head lifts to watch the stranger vanish back into the trees, arching a brow when he turns his back on her. Brave? No. Stupid? Definitely. Whatever, she has more important things to worry about than the slow-witted wolf in the woods, and with a renewed vigor, she resumes her deconstruction of the hollow beneath the tree.

exeunt parathion

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