Coon finally makes it home

[Rose Rebellion]

(con. from Willow thread in the Outer Edges Board)

(time: late Sunday night/early Monday morning)

It took long, but Coon Skin had finally, FINALLY made it back to her tent near the river. She'd nearly fallen asleep whilst stumbling back if it hadn't been for the two sudden blood curdling shrieks from a little house off to the side. Coon had actually almost rushed towards the house to see what was wrong, or is there was anything of value. But she changed her mind after seeing it was the same house she stole the roses from earlier. That and she had told her self that the pony inside probably only had a nightmare from the earlier events. At least, that was her excuse anyway.

Coon smiled again at finally being at her tent. The sun was rising, and she could make out little things. She could see the fire pit (not lit, of course), the beer bottle and the canned corn can. But when her eyes hit the tent, she just smiled like an idiot, one happy, tired, idiot. Coon's stiff muscles dragged inside. There on her sleeping bag was the box containing the merchandise and free batteries from Dallas. Coon grinned. Sorry Dall, guess I didn't get a chance to try it out. Ha ha ha. Sucks though that your bro got hurt, hope you get back into town soon. She shifted the box to the side and nestled down on the soft cushioning. She set the dagger on the box, still wearing the bracelt. With gray masked face set down on her pillow, sleep swallowed her immediately.

(ooc: I figured Coon will know why Dallas has left town. It is easier for her since otherwise she'd want to run up and find her to make sure she was unhurt from the attacks.)

[Rose Rebellion]

"You know my parents hate you, Coon." Coon Skin turned her head and lost herself in blue eyes. So deep, it could've been the ocean itself, or even the blue stripe of the rainbow. Coon smiled, her heart pounding in a way only smitten ponies could ever know. She brushed a flock of white forlock from the head in her lap. "I know, Foxy. Most do.," Coon laughed playfully. Foxtrot smiled up at Coon. And Coon grinned back. She leaned foreward and nipped gently at the others cheek. "I love you, Foxy." The orange mare giggled, rubbing her cheek. "You slober," she said, more in a playful voice than anything else. Coon did it again, much to Foxy's amusement, and trailed down her neck, and further, and further, until she just couldn't reach anymore. Foxy wriggled and laughed, twisting out of Coon's grip. Coon just merely grinned toyingly with her. Foxy gave a wriley grin of her own, lunging for the gray mare, tumbling in the grass together. After moments of shear pleasure and joy, the two nestled down, giggling at the stars over them. "Coon, I don't care what others think. Tonight, those stars up there are ours."

[Rose Rebellion]

Coon's golden eyes lazily opened. Sunlight streamed in through the cloth of her tent. A groan emerged from her throat as she lazily moved a hoof over her face. Her eyes closed again, waiting for that pull of slumber to hit her, but it refused to come. Coon was awake, and grumpy about it.

The gray mare rolled over, sloathfully rising to her hooves. A soreness gripped her body, the wounds from the prior day and night told her every minute how much she was glad that battle was over. A yawned rolled out of her mouth, and she stratched behind her head, and scartched in other areas (in ways more men do). It wasn't until she rubbed the gunk from her eyes that she realized she still wore the golden bracelet. A warm fuzzy feeling took over as the prospect she had gotten it hit her mind again.

She sat back down on her sleeping bag and looked at the bracelet with a smile on her face. This is the sorta thing Foxy would've worn. Probably why I had that dream. She rose her head to look at the opposite side of the tent. That or that d*mn Reaper pony I killed left a lingering affect. Darn him and bringing up the past like that. Phooey, Foxy ran me outta town after I was caught in her house. I wasn't really robbing her. I was putting back something I took from another thief, knowing it was hers. Course Foxy wouldn't have believed the truth, her mind was made up when she saw me, so I went with it. She let out a long, relaxed sigh. "Well, so it goes.," she shrugged," It was fun while it lasted. Besides, there's plenty of mares here to tease." A grin spread across her face.

[Rose Rebellion]

"Well, plenty of mares at least while I'm here.," she murmured thoughtfully. It'd only been two days since she'd been there, and so far no words of cops yet. She'd cleverly stollen Majesty's golden horseshoes by shear dumb luck, and had out tricked the authorities with the same luck too. Coon had at the time half way went to Friendship Gardens, ran to Flutter Valley, took a major u-turn and headed towards Hibiscus Platue (my name for the home of Wingers), went rushing back to Dream Valley, and then ended up here. Coon Skin was very famous for her wild goose chases, almost like a raccoon outwitting a hunting dog.

"Well, certainly with this treasure, I'm by far probably one of the richest ponies a live.," she said quietly to herself, never knowing who was listening. Her golden eyes looked back to the bracelet. Could she risk sticking it with her stollen stash that she hid? Nope, couldn't risk it. The only time she'd pull her stash is if she had to abandon camp. And she wanted to lay low as long as she could help it. "In any case, I'm sure if I'm ever arested I'll have at least one good word in about helping in the battle. That and I'm sure Hot Stuff would help me out," she chuckled allowed. A mental image of Bonfire appeared in her mine. Like h*ll I'd help you! I'd be the one shoving you in the cell and throwing the key away! Coon grinned again. "Yup, just like Hot Stuff too."

[Rose Rebellion]

(con. in a new thread for the jump ahead)