Poisoned Attractions {Roseh, Geebs}
Dec 29, 2012 9:54:50 GMT -5
Post by charade on Dec 29, 2012 9:54:50 GMT -5
Winter.
How I despise it.
Utterly.
The last three blustery seasons had been different and yet so similar in what they had done to him. Three years ago, unprepared for life on the streets, he had half frozen to death in the elements, saved only by an abandoned building he found by chance, and the wreckage he burned to stay warm. The following year had been spent hiding in someones garden shed while they were asleep and clearing out before the morning. Just the last year, he had an actual roof above his head and a bed in which to sleep. But Sebastian refused to dwell on that. All of that was in the past, and while this year was not as cold as some as the others had been, he still needed to find a way to stay warm. As it was, his personal tent (Which had been adjoined to zanita's) was chock full of blankets and clothing that had been stolen or scavenged. It never failed to amaze him, some of the things he found in peoples garbage. But while it was considerably warmer in his little ramshackle dwelling, he still felt that it could be better. And so, he had deigned to flout around the camp and take a blanket or two from each of the other tents.
If someone had a problem with that, he'd get them to back down. Most of the other camp kids were a superstitious and cowardly lot, easily cowed by a stern word or a swift hand. Were he and Zanita the leaders or not? They deserved the best and the rabble could feast upon their scraps. That was the way it worked in the animal kingdom and that was the way he intended it to work in the small society he was in charge of. Only ten minutes ago he had told Zanita he'd be back shortly and he didn't want to keep her waiting when there were plenty of ways to keep the cold away; but it was still chilly where he slept and he aimed to fix that, even if Vitani's things had already been largely claimed by him and therefore his tent was clearly the warmest. He would leave Kovu's tent alone, and that of the filthy one whose name he could never remember, but the ones that belonged to the three dunderheads were fair game. Oh, their names were easy enough to recall, with such unique names like Akasha, Muskox and Dhaval, but he preferred to call them by the monikers he had assigned, namely, Sneaky, Stinky and Sly.
Two of the tents had already been rifled through, one empty of its occupant (who as likely hunting for who knew what) and the other gone as well. Sebastian muscled his way past the flap of the third tent and scanned the area. Piles of things were everywhere, but what caught his eye was the blue blanket bundled up in the corner. It would make a nice addition to the pair he had slung over his shoulder. Creeping over to it, he yanked it quickly, expecting it to fly up, which it failed to do. He let out an annoyed huff, before yanking on it again and revealing the lupine form of Akasha, still tangled in it and smiling up at him. She was an attractive girl, with wide eyes and mischievous lips though that perception may have been built largely off of the fact that she was never fully clothed, but in any case, she was no Zanita. As one of the Labbinacs, he held a mixture of annoyance and revulsion for her, but less so than for her "brothers" At least she wasn't digusting, even if her appetites where sometimes questionable. "Sneaky." He uttered with a nod. It wasn't really in his plan to get caught taking peoples blankets, because he didn't know what to say in the event of a disagreement. Of course, he could always let his fist to the talking.
"Up. I'm taking this." What confused him was her presence here when the others were off somewhere. Shouldn't she be with them? Maybe she was too cold or they had ditched her. Sebastian grumbled quietly to himself and shot her a scathing look. It wasn't like any of them had complained during his takeover; In fact, they seemed to crave a little organization and guidance. Though they might be uncouth, If he could whip them into shape, they could potentially be the ones to break into the mansion and claim it for their own. That was the end goal, though he had yet to share that with anyone other than Zanita. Even then, he remained cryptic when discussing it. Akasha was lucky that he was in a better mood than usual, a tussle with a stranger putting him back on track; less feeling sorry for himself adn more cold calculating. Which oddly enough, had improved is disposition. "Up." He repeated patiently as he folded his arms." I don't have time for this, Zanita's waiting."[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
