it doesn't matter much to me — open (tw: drug use)

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    The blood that caked the nose of the scrawny dingo was old and dried, occasionally becoming slightly moistened by the licks of his long tongue. The small bag that hung on a string around his neck was full, he had just restocked. His drug use was not exactly a secret, anyone who looked at him could see the telltale signs. His ribs and hips protruded from under his tightly stretched skin, his dark eyes were slightly sunken back into his skill. Before the extreme drug use, he had actually been quite handsome. Some of the traces of those days still remained - if one looked past his yellowed teeth, they would find his pleasant smile was quite warm and welcoming. His sinewy muscles had once been strong and built, his golden fur had been sleek and glossy, he had a charismatic personality, Ferris was once a regular Casanova. He tried hard to stop the drug use, he had asked Lorraine to help him, but not outright. It was a silent cry for help. He needed - and wanted someone to sit him down for an intervention. To deprive him of the powdery white substance that dangled from his neck. BlizzardClan had been kind to him, he had even started to make friends and integrate himself into the community. His memory was awful, though, and he doubted he would recognize anyone if he saw them. It was the sad truth. He wanted to try, though, and get back into it. Ferris Harbinger wanted to make friends with people who would be willing to help him, people who saw the good in him and wanted him to change for the better. He wanted to feel wanted.


    "Howdy," came the call of the dingy and mangy looking canine. His beady eyes shifted around the camp, and before anyone had arrived, he quickly removed the back from around his neck, opened it, and poured a little on the ground. He craned his neck, shoved his nose to the ground, and snorted the substance off of the ground, dirt and all. It hurt, every time. It never got better, for him anyways. After the ordeal, he felt the familiar feeling of a type of energetic euphoria begin to creep over him. It kept him functioning. Normal. At least no one had seen him do it - or so Ferris had thought. "For those who don't know me, name's Ferris Harbinger. I used to live here a while ago, I disappeared for a bit to go.. ah. Y'know what? Not important. I'm back, I'm single, and I'm ready to mingle - where're all the babes?" Ah, fucking shit. His nose started to drip blood again. "Dry sinuses, Ferris mumbled with an awkward chuckle, already murmuring the excuse to ward off any inquiries as to what had caused the nosebleed.

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    Kady was starting to feel better after the whole plumeting into the earth like a meteor thing and wasn’t required to visit the medic’s den as often as she originally had. So when she heard a stranger’s voice she slowly gets up and curiously walks out of the den to see what was going on.


    Good fucking god what the fuck was that?


    A figurative eyebrow quirks as the male immediately claims he had bad sinuses. Bull shit. She grew up with criminals and knew the signs of drug use. Hell, she’d watch so many of the overdose. The most she’s ever done was weed and that’s about it. But damn this guy looks like he’s tried everything in the book. Good for him. ”Ferris, eh? Well, welcome back to BlizzardClan then.” The dragoness states with a smirk.


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    — Tavi had no clue what "drugs" were. If you gave her a marijuana leaf she'd tell you, "That's a tree leaf, silly!" Cocaine, heroin? Sugar, or grainy salt. Simply put, Tavi was never taught about the dangers of drugs, because when back in her old place, she had never had to worry about drugs.


    Ferris? Odd name. The vixen padded up. "Hi! Welcome to BlizzardClan! I'm Tavi!" she barked, her tail wagging back and forth.




    MY "PEOPLE SKILLS" ARE "RUSTY" —

    “Welcome back then.” The collie said padding over as he approached the three there, scanning over the dingo and locking onto the blood trickling from his nose Cas tilted his head as he questioned “Would you like to see a medic about that?” Castiel wasn’t the most familiar with drugs, but he knew a bit about them as he guessed that a more likely cause of the bleeding would have been long-time usage of the powder he had snorted off the ground. Deciding to ignore the said usage, he sat down by the gathered people as he offered a nod in greeting to the dingo accompanied with a small corner-mouth smile.


    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Drugs.


    In Jae's mind, the very thing was a sign of weakness. A weakness of self. Of ability. She had seen many people cave to their hold, falling into a pit where they would slowly waste away into nothingness. Jae preferred ambition as her drug, and loyalty to her family. They gave a positive buzz and a wonderful feeling without the terrible sense of withdrawl to follow. It was sometimes similar, she figured, but alas the ivory beauty still could not yet understand the entire point to such things.


    So as she prowled over, wings of ice dragging behind her, the large wolf's muzzle would scrunch in distaste, cold blue optics flickering towards the other in disdain. "That's some way to return." Jae would rumble, her own greeting, she figured.

    ”Thanks,” Ferris yapped, tail weakly wagging behind him as he glanced over towards the dragoness, wiping his nose with a paw. The only thing he succeeded in doing was smearing the blood about his face. He was used to looking like shit, but not this bad, Ferris was almost embarrassed. Almost. ”What’s your name?” He asked, though his attention then shifted to the friendly vixen who had approached. Foxes were such creatures of beauty - not quite canine, not quite feline. He’d always wished that he was a fox - as opposed to bearing a striking resemblance to a rabid coyote. ”Tavi? A pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” he replied cheerfully. Ferris liked to consider himself a relatively polite person, despite his nasty habits and things he had formerly done. He wasn’t proud of most of his past actions, but that was a story for another time.


    ”A medic? I’d really rather not. It’s just a nosebleed, I won’t die.” He might, but it wouldn’t be because of a nosebleed. ”Thank you, though. For the suggestion and the welcome,” he added, black jowls pulling back to reveal his ugly teeth as he smiled. Once upon a time they’d been pearly white. I might, though.” Ferris figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to see a medic. He hadn’t seen one in years, which was his own fault, of course. Ferris never blamed anyone else for his problems, he knew it was his fault. He wanted to stop, but he didn’t at the same time.


    And then Jaelynn approached and Ferris’ pleasant grin turned into a more genuine one. She was beautiful, stunning, even. And she didn’t seem to like him, which made her all the more attractive. So that’s where all the babes were. Ha. ”It is my very good honor to meet you,” the lean dingo barked, his slow tail wagging suddenly picking up speed. ”You are quite beautiful, if I may say so. You free tonight? I’d love to take you out. I know some cool spots.” Rejection was something he was used to and could handle easily. One girl that he’d been (genuinely) in love with had turned out to be a lesbian. Heartbroken? Definitely. Was it hot that she liked chicks? Definitely. So, in Ferris’ eyes, he won some and he lost some. He was quite the perv, which was usually a quality many did not find appealing. Some girls, however, found it flattering. Typically they were the ones with low self esteem, but still. Some girls was better than no girls. ”May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, mon chéri?” Lorraine was fluent in French, and Ferris had picked up some phrases here and there with the help of his sister. Girls loved French. Who didn’t? It was romantic.


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    Ah yes, foxes. Mischievous yet regal looking creatures. It's only been a few days, but honestly Kady misses her fox body. It felt so weird living in the body of a dragon now, not that she was complaining, but it's just... different. She slowly makes her way over to the male, her head craning to the side as she takes a moment to really observe his physical attributes. Looks like the guy has been through hell and back. "My name is Kady." She replies. She's skeptical about this guy, especially as he starts interacting with other clan members. "Former vixen. Current dragon." Lowering her head and dropping her voice down to a whisper so only he can hear she continues with her words. "Also capable of seeing right through your act. I grew up with criminals and the symptoms are painfully obvious."


    Although she doesn't know Jae too well she almost feels protective of the other female when Ferris asks her on a date as well as her name. Jae was a strong girl, someone who can clearly take care of herself, but god this was embarrassing. It's like Jerseyboy 2.0 over here. The fuck?

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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — And then the flirting.


    The attempt almost made Jaelynn laugh. Almost, but not quite. It was a good attempt... well, not really, but for a high guy it was alright. His words would fall upon deaf ears and finally, the ivory canine would allow a sweet smile to curve over porcelain features and she took a step forward, muzzle tilting to the side. "Much thanks. Your offer is certainly tempting." Jae would rumble, brow arching. Ugh. He reminded her of a fellow back in the Empire that she had known. Annoying, but entertaining to toy with. "Jaelynn Swarovski is the name. I would just love to hop into your opiod, flea ridden bed but..." Her smile dropped, and she would settle into a seat position once more, a bored expression appearing over her muzzle. "Not going to happen, love. Perhaps try again, or don't, when you are a little less... under the influence." A tiny laugh in amusement, for the Swarovski woman was one to enjoy such a game. Turning to Kady, she'd shoot her an amused look, somewhat glad to see that there were others whom were there looking uncomfortable like she knew most would be.