[ P ] The Artist in the Ambulance

Roses... more roses... wisteria... oh, what a surprise - roses again. "Dammit..." the voice that spoke was airy, almost hoarse... and the form it came from was sickly thin. At first glance, he imagined he likely looked like some horrible apparition. That thought brought a sharp chuckle bubbling up from his narrow chest, and a smile split his expression with a crooked line of horribly discolored teeth. He lowered his pale pink nose to the forest floor once more, breathing deeply in hopes he might pick up the delicate scent of Morning Glory amongst the labyrinthine maze of flowers that called this strange forest home.

Eventually, he huffed loudly, scowling at the landscape around him. He had been searching for hours, and hadn't uncovered even the smallest of caches of his favorite plants. Crane simply couldn't stomach the thought that this "land of promise" he had come to would be a wealth of knowledge, and nothing more. Knowledge was fun, surely, and war was always practically pregnant with the promise of intrigue to tangle himself up in... but if he couldn't find more supplies to scratch his proverbial itches, then he'd simply wither away. "There's got to be something good around here..." he hissed, picking up his pace again in search of his favorite treasure.

@Eitan

He's... very weird. An acquired taste,' the person had said before pointing him in this direction, but Eitan had to wonder if the seasoning was trash topped with an unhealthy dose of cringe. He'd been standing from a higher vantage point watching the man scuttle around like a crab sifting through the dirt for its next meal, only it seemed this particular scavenger was looking for his next fix. If he hadn't been so desperate to ensure Ardis' steady recovery, he would have simply turned around and left.

With a heavy sigh, he trudged down the slight incline until he came within earshot of the man. "You must be Crane," he spoke, skipping pleasantries to get straight to the nitty gritty. "They say you're the wolf to see if you're looking to get your paws on the good shit." He gave the male a wary once over. "Dunno if that's true or not since I found you rutting around in the dirt like a pig..." Maybe he'd come to the wrong man.

@Veles

You must be Crane..." The slight man didn't flinch at the unexpected voice, he simply slapped a lopsided grin on his face and turned slowly to face the strsnger who had spoken. He cocked his head and let out a gentle, thoughtful hum. "Must I be? Depends who's asking- and why," he practically purred, sizing the other man up. As the other wolf continued, Crane's smile changed ever so slightly - almost as if it became sharper, crueler... "Mm... Y'ever eaten truffle? They say pigs find them best. So maybe you could learn something from this little piggy - manners, for one."

He paused, slowly walking around the man to see him from every angle. Crane had a knack for picking out other junkies... and this was no junkie. "You've caught me at a disadvantage. You seem positive you know who I am - but I don't know who you are... Why have sought me, and my proverbial good shit out? You don't exactly look like my usual clientele... but I don't like to make assumptions," Crane rambled as he settled into a lackadaisical unkempt sitting position with his back against a tree. His lavender gaze seemed to be picking the stranger apart with near-surgical precision...

Eitan should have watched what he said better - historically, if you were trying to get someone to do something for you calling them a pig wasn't the best course of action. He needed to get some perspective. After all, he had been the one to seek the man out on his own. He wasn't going to give an apology, but he'd do his best to keep an eye on his words from this point on.

He didn't particularly care for the way the man seemed to pick him apart like a buzzard sizing up his next wheel, nor did he care for how carefree the man was currently acting. Still, he was the best bet he had for getting good medicine forArdis...

"Name's Eitan. I'm a thief, so you don't gotta worry about being arrested." By me, anyway. "I have a friend who got pretty fucked up in a fight. S'not doing too hot and going to the healers ain't an option. I'm trying to get my paws on something to help him with his pain, maybe help with infection too but I don't think you got that kind of plant on you." He walked forward, head tipping to the side in contemplation. "Just name your price and we can see if we can come to an agreement."