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West Larkson


Amber Eyed Cowboy

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Date: Mar 22, 2009
Shot of whiskey
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His head was lowered resting in upturned calloused palms and according to the hands of the clock the southern gent had been sitting there for at least a hour. The dream from the previous night had rattled his bones and he found himself not wishing to go back to the lonely state of his hotel room. Some time during the middle of the night he had risen from his bed to roam the lost streets of Rome in hopes to find some direction of sort. The red wolf was granted it's release to aid the human part in finding a warm place filled with tobacco and rich whiskey. Boots heavy and soiled he had followed the nose of his inner guide and walked into the Big mamma's Blues Bar.  He could hardly call it a comfortable place since this was now going on his second visit to the rusty establishment yet it was growing on him like the two day's shadow growth of a beard.
 
Lord all mighty West needed a shave. Finger tips traveled briefly along the stumble on his chin whiles his other hand rubbed at the pounding headache beginning at his temple. The scent of the female tigress stilled lingered in the air and perhaps that was the main reason after all that his wolf had led him back to this place. MJ was a woman who reminded him of his southern heritage. It was nice to know that there were still a few country gals around it surely made Rome a tad more interesting that it had originally been. So far there were only a couple residents of the area he knew. The rodeo riding tiger, the amazon wolf and the softly spoken wolf who had guided him around town on his first arrival. A shot was placed on the counter at his elbow and that had caused West to look up regarding the waitress with a kindly worn look with the brilliance of his Chartreuse Ambers. A nod as well as a thank ya darlin was spoken with a lazy drawl that offered up promised rolls in hay lofts and honey suckles. The shot was taken up and with a toss of his shaggy sandy colored hair he bent his head and quickly sloshed it against the back of his throat.
 
The glass made a hard thud as he settled it back down along the counter. A few dollar bills were pulled from a leather wallet and tossed down before the woman. He slid from the stool and with a turn gathered up his old stained hat and flopped ever so proudly on top of his head. Catching his thumb in a belt loop he made to leave the place but then stopped and looked over his shoulder to the waitress.
 
Excuse me dearie, would you all happen to need some help around here?. I'm looking to making Rome here a permeant fixture in my life, so if ya could stir me in the right direction then I would be proudly obliged darlin.



-- Edited by West Larkson on Sunday 22nd of March 2009 12:58:32 PM

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The Magdalena


Angel Food Cake

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Date: Mar 23, 2009
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Fatbaby's crunched on the cobblestone road as she neared the bar, wanting somewhere to hang out.  She hadn't seen any of her friends lately, heard nothing out of them at all, and felt out of place, perhaps a bit lonelier than she had in a long time.  Rockymountain jeans hugged body as she sauntered through the door, lambs wool jacket hugged close, for it was a bit cold outside and the little angel wanted to keep warm.  The country girl with a warriors heart nearly knocked into the male who was walking out, wide exspressive brown eyes widening in urprise.

"Oh!  Sorry..."  A flsh of a cherubic smile, lighting the whole world around her.  She felt so human, but around her, one only felt at peace, as if they were home, where they belonged.  She always smelled of what ever comforted those around her the most, and her hair glistened of the most beautiful golden ray of sunshine.  Voice was soft, melodic, a summers breath of fresh air, lilted English.  "Are you alright?"

Gentle hand reached out to touch the male, head cocked to the side as she waited for him to let her know he was alright or not.  Edge of platinum bracer could be seen, never leaving hime without them, rosary about her neck, though hidden for the time being, behind the three quarter sleeve t-shirt of green.  Biting the corner of her lip, she rocked back on the Ariats as she glanced around them, then back to the male. 

She could smell the whiskey on his breath, and he felt like a few of the lycans she knew, so safety was not an issue, because Thomas would kill her if she got hurt in any way, the cramps having gotten worse, to the point of worrying Thomas something evil was near.

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West Larkson


Amber Eyed Cowboy

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Date: Mar 23, 2009
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West had been waiting for a answer from the waitress so he hadn't noticed the woman who walked in with the light of heaven trailing at her ankles. The bump had his head shifting from the waitress to pin the ever changing yellow of his eyes on the young woman now before him. His arms out of instinct reflex had sailed out to catch the lady firmly by the shoulders. Large hands were gentle against her shoulders when the scent of her person wafted up to brush beneath his nostrils. The wolf inside of himself had been brought to immediate attention. It relaxed once it determined that the woman had accidentally bumped him and that it had not been a attack.
 
Warm was the air around the female and her smile was bright and contagious. So much so that the southern gent could not help but return the smile. Lips tugged at the corners of his mouth and it could be easily seen that the man had smiled a lot in his time despite the sadness that gathered in the center of his eyes. He had a aurora of someone old and looked as if he had lived his time in abundance. Honey suckle and fresh dew on flowers in the early morning, it was the scent that eased the southern man the most so naturally he smelled and had that illusion in his mind when looking to the lady. At first he didn't reply to her question since he found himself looking to her hair which strangely enough resembled a sunset or sunrise he couldn't really diffract the two.
 
He snapped out of his quiet inspection of her when the female reached out with a hand to touch him. Hands left her shoulders, one taking it's hold of a belt loop whiles the other hand gently took hers by the wrist and lowered it back down. A friendly wink was given to her as if to comfort her worries about his person. He had nothing in particular about being touched but had been worried for a split second that she was going to touch his face. That was something he could not allow with out unease. A loving gesture his wife had done and now that she was no longer part of this world it hurt him deep with in his soul. Reminders weren't always welcomed especially after he took liberty in drowning his sorrows in the spirits that could always be found in the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
 
A deep baritone of a drawl eased from the cow boy's lips as he released her hand to offer his hat a quick tip to her.
 
It's quite alright darlin. I reckon accidents happen. No need to fret your purdy head though. I am made of strong stuff and don't tend to bruise easily.
 
Hair eased from beneath his hat to cover one eye as he held her gaze then looked her over a moment before speaking again.
 
You on the other hand Ma'm...?
 
He fished for a name before continuing.
 
I hope your a'right?. You look to be a bit down despite the soft eyes and purdy smile you are giving. My name is West Larkson, you may call me Wes, West or Larkson. Whichever your heart desires darlin, may I get you a drink?.
 
Another look to her then he said..
 
Or water?.
 
He moved to ease a stool out for her and waited patiently for her to take a seat. If she chose to join him for company then he would wait till she was seated before easing her stool in.
 
 
 
 
 


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The Magdalena


Angel Food Cake

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Date: Mar 23, 2009
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Eyes so soft and yeilding lifted to meet the ever changing liquid topaz one's of the wolf.  Hers were dark, with a hint of whiskeyed tones, always so expressive with her emotions.  If he looked closer, he would see tiny scars along her forehead, usually noticable up close like he was to her.

She couldn't help but gaze up at him in awe.  Perhaps it wasn't awe, but it was definitely something.  It was as if a realization hit that she must know him.  A higher power was pushing some hidden button, because she was noticing everything about him.  The tiny crows feet when he smiled, yet it did not seem to meet the endless depths of his eyes.  Whiskers peppered the weathered skin, tanned from hours in the sun, his hair a multitude of colors begging to have fingers casually run through it. 

Shaking herself out of it as he stepped back and pushed down her hand, which she shoved into her jacket with a murmmer of an apology.  Eyes dropped as he gave her his name, a smile tugging at her lips.  Lashes kissed peach tinted lips, a soft glow about her as she met his eyes.  "Nice to meet you, West.  I'm Angel.  Most call me Angel, Angel, or Angel food cake." 

She followed as he stepped away and pulled out a stool for her to sit on, rump quick to do so.  Liqour or water.  What a delima.  "An Italian Soda is good.  Uhm ... Strawberry."  She nodded slowly.  Yes, she was old enough to drink, and she had before, she just prefered to keep her wits about her. 

"I can tell you are American, so what brings you here?  If I might ask, anyway."  A careful glance to him as she shrugged out of her jacket, allowing him to see the bracer as well as the scar(s) on her wrist, from her stigmatic experiences. 

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