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Offline Nix

No Fix Like a Fix [M] (Lion!)
« on: July 02, 2017, 08:45:07 am »
Cecil was used to the cracks where true society gave way and twisted into darkness and madness. He was used to traversing them carefully, tracing familiar paths that still seemed to change and throw curves his way each time. At least these parts were their territory. A good deal of the more navigable entrances to Haviah were well within their pack's hunting grounds. It wasn't unheard of for the alphas and even other high ranking pack members to head up to 'civilization' as the Havians would call it, for various transactions. The pack still had contacts up there even though they had been driven down to the Midhaven generations ago.

However such privileges should not have extended to the lowly omega. Cecil should never be blinded by the lights up there. He was born down in the dark. And yet he wandered up on to these familiar streets more often than not. Looking for his dealer. Looking to do whatever necessary to get his stuff. So he could crawl back into the darkness and forget that anything but silence and the absence of light even existed.

He wiped at his mouth as he slid through over looked tears in the fabric of this great city. Back into the fold of perpetual night and time marked only by a moon they couldn't see but their bodies screamed for, his newfound treasure stuffed in the boot of his lame leg. Maneuvering through the expanse to Midhaven was no easy feat for the most agile, let alone the crippled. He had to grab at his pant leg and lift his leg in the spots that merely dragging it was impossible.

A sheer layer of sweat coated his skin, less from exertion, more like from a fever. Cecil pushed the bangs that clung to his forehead back, his hair all a mess, tangled and dirty. He felt sick, but that was the beginning of the withdrawl that he was now trying desperately to stave off. He made the trip though. Now all he had to do was make it to his secret spot without drawing the attention of his pack.

Offline Lion

Re: No Fix Like a Fix [M] (Lion!)
« Reply #1 on: July 03, 2017, 11:25:02 pm »
Maybe everyoe else was content to ignore the fact when one of their own had clearly gone missing. It wasn't that unusual for a few of the higher ups to disappear for a while, to come back with a score to be distributed among the rest of the pack if they were worthy enough. That someone tended to be Darlin', and taking breaks wasn't exactly an option in a dry spell. Find more, anything and everything. Stuff to sell, refurbish, reuse, food to eat. Darlin' could only bring back so much from one haul to the next.

And this haul had gone off just like all the others.   The sack he'd come back with was filled with little more than old canned goods he found in a dilapated supermarket. Most in the Midhaven wouldn't even know what that was. Wouldn't even know what it was for. Wouldn't even realize that there was a world above and a life beyond crawling around in the blackness like worms on their belly.

"That it?" Surge grumbled, looking rather disappointed at the maroon-haired wolf. "Seems kinda light. I don't think Iggy's going to like it."

"Yeah, well finding shit is getting harder and harder." Darlin' sighed. He dropped the sack in front of the other Beta and he ruffled his hands through his hair. "Where's Cecil?"

"Who?"

Darlin' rolled his eyes. "You know who. He around, I gotta check up on him."

"I ain't seen the rat. Probably huddled in the hovel somewhere. I dunno. Getting bent over some table or what have you. Fuck if I care too."

"Yeah..thanks for nothing."

"Don't mention it. Really." Surge gave Darlin' an unpleasant grunt, snatched up the sack and dragged it off. Not that there was much to drag in it.

And there was a small lurch in his stomach, and Darlin' searched to Cecil's usual place...  And he wasn't there. Not bent over, not huddled under his head, nothing.  Weird. He called out the smaller wolf, scraching at his head again. Dirty fingernails, he'd have to get a chance to get up to the surface yet again. Clean up really good. That was a luxury he only looked forward to.

For now, though, there were more important matters. Darlin' found his scent and when the pack was quiet enough, he slipped away, following it through the rough and rubble.

Offline Nix

Re: No Fix Like a Fix [M] (Lion!)
« Reply #2 on: July 04, 2017, 01:08:26 am »
His hands were shaking as he pulled off his boot, huddled in the remains of some sort of stone shed. The building was too small and insignificant for any pack to claim it as territory. It was his secret spot where he went to get high, or sometimes just get away from the pack when he thought he wouldn't be missed.

Well 'missed'. No one really missed him when he was gone, they just got angry if he wasn't there to be their stepping stone.

He pulled the bag out of his boot. Three pills should do it for now. Crushing them and snorting them was the best method of getting them quickly into his system. He needed it fast... maybe one more pill.

He felt better after his fix. Felt nothing. Just better. Somehow, that was good enough. He shoved the bag back in his boot and laced it up on the foot that didn't right. There was something so wonderful about lying back in the blackness and just, not caring about anything. Cannibals could stumble across him and he wouldn't mind them chewing on his living flesh. He probably would, but it didn't seem like he would. He just wanted to relax.

His eyes closed a bit. He just wanted to sleep. The trip up to Haviah was draining even when he wasn't going through withdrawal, it was exhausting today. A nap would be nice. He didn't even care if it was away from the pack, if it was unsafe.

Offline Lion

Re: No Fix Like a Fix [M] (Lion!)
« Reply #3 on: July 04, 2017, 04:05:20 pm »
"Darlin' Coire, crawling through the dark. Nothing new there, now is it, Darlin'?" he said aloud to himself. They sounded louder than they were in the cavernous echoes that could pick up the sound of a wing-flap and make it cacophonous. In this part of the Midhaven, far away from pack territory, the sounds were far more disturbing than the scavenger wanted to acknowledge.

Because thinking about it would make him worry. And worrying about it would make him panic. And panicing would make the terrifying assumption that something awful happened to Cecil come screaming into his mind.

"You are one stupid son of a bitch, Darlin'. Like a mealworm for the nocturnal buggers that hunt beyond pack borders. You're gonna bleed just like the rest of them," he whispered again, the sound scratching at his ear drums. No, that was just his heart. How couldn't he have noticed it's erratic thumping deep inside his chest. He had to get to Cecil. Faster! Sooner, or he'd be dead.

"Cecil...you better not be dead. Or I'm gonna kill you," he hissed, scrambling up over a dilapidated section of concrete and steel and finding that little shed. The scent led him here. And it was so much stronger now.

 

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