Re: the saddest song all caught in the briars

POSTED: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:55 pm

There were good men and there were bad men, and it was hard for Pascal especially to tell the difference. Even at his best he couldn’t tell a mocking laugh from a kind-hearted one, and the devil came to him with an amicable touch and crazed smile he knew he could not trust.

He looked at the lifted, empty hands then down at the merle dog. He touched the other’s fur again, curled his fingers loosely into it. He seemed to be seeking an answer from the silent stranger, but whatever he sensed was enough for him to nod hesitantly to the jackal.

I’ll come with you, Pascal said, and his voice was a odd echo, flat with high edges of the jackal’s voice. What’s your name?

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POSTED: Tue Sep 29, 2015 8:39 pm

Both men gave their true names, and with encouragement, they got Pascal moving. Elijah kept at his side, nosing his hand when he slowed, moving ever-encouragingly forward without a glance behind.

Pazuzu did this – but mostly he was looking at the wolf.

There were patches where his fur was too-short or skin had rubbed through. Areas where bruises peeked through against his skin, the tautness of muscle in certain areas, these were telling. The wolf had been kept in an unnatural position, it looked like. He was favoring one side over the other, and incredibly spooked by little things even with the dog at his side.

Eventually, though, they came upon the campsite. By then, a drizzle had begun to turn the landscape misty. A white horse, hidden in the thick of this, lingered in a nearby copse of trees. Pazuzu paused to eyeball her from the distance, then set about looking for supplies.

Over the course of the next few minutes, while the jackal put together a fire remarkably quickly, the dog set about abandoning his four legs for two. Shaggy and tall, he was long-limbed and broad chested. In some respects, he was like his father – but a lifetime of wandering had left him without bulk. Elijah was quick to don his tattered robe, and slip various necklaces over his head.

As he fed the fire, Pazuzu rolled smooth stones into the hot embers.

Do you remember the last time you ate? He eventually asked.


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POSTED: Thu Oct 08, 2015 10:24 pm

Pascal limped after the pair -- Elijah and Pazuzu -- and settled down when they reached the camp, exhausted, trembling. Water droplets clung to his patchy fur, and he sneezed miserably, leering through the mist. It was sheltered in the copse, and the flames seemed to chase some of this away, but Pas remained curled up, arms thrown around his knees and eyes distant, too tired to worry.

He watched Elijah, eyeing the pendants dangling from his neck, then looked at Pazuzu. His ears flattened, and he shook his head. He didn't know. And it had been impossible to keep track of days, when he couldn't sleep and couldn't see the sun.

He shivered, and stared at the fire. Do you know Cour des Miracles? he asked flatly.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 09, 2015 6:06 pm

The jackal went about preparing something – heating water, it looked like – and Elijah found a blanket amongst the many supplies Pazuzu kept. It was a horse blanket, from the smell, but it was dry. He held this out towards Pascal.

Yes, the dog answered.

For many months, it had been his home. His mother had been a woman tormented by loss, though, and the curse which she laid upon his kin had been terrible. Neither of his parents spoke too often about what had happened in Nova Scotia, though he understood it well enough. Coming back here was inevitable.

Curses manifested one way or another.

Pazuzu busied himself with a small bowl. The dog could smell meat and herbs, and peered in his direction.

If that's where you belong, we'll take you there, the jackal added. He put the bowl aside to cool and produced long strips of material from his medical bag. These were put in a larger pot of hot water, which he kept near the edge of the fire. By then, the broth – thickened with the animal fat used to mask the taste of the herbs – was lukewarm. He passed this to Elijah, who was closer to Pascal.

The dog held it gingerly near the younger man's face, and wagged his tail encouragingly.

Eventually, they got enough of this into the wolf to ease his trembling. When the herbs took hold, he dozed off, and Pazuzu gingerly tended to his wounds. Even drugged, Pascal slept fretfully.


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POSTED: Sat Oct 24, 2015 10:07 pm

The noise woke them both, leaving the men bristling in the dark.

It was a singular, horrible keening wail of a wolf and it was gone as quickly as it had come.

Pascal was gone too, though for the instant, they did not know why. Pazuzu, though he bit his tongue on the matter, suspected something wicked had to do with it. By now his suspicions on the matter had been confirmed – whatever or whoever had taken Pascal hostage had tortured him, and was likely intending to kill him. Slowly, it seemed, but...

He trailed after Elijah, whose lithe and quick-moving form followed a haphazard trail, nose to the ground.

To his credit, Elijah had not asked about the large knife Pazuzu was carrying. The jackal had drawn it, frightened by the noise which had woken them, and now equally frightened of what they might find.

Eventually, the dog began turning in circles. When he finally sat on the damp ground, the jackal realized that they had lost the trail.

Pazuzu glanced to the sky. It looked like it was going to rain again soon.

Do you believe in curses?

The question came so abruptly and with so little emotion that Pazuzu was unsure if Elijah was serious. From the dog's face, this did not seem to be so. He looked serious and somehow familiar in a way that the jackal could not place –

I don't know, Pazuzu answered, but he looked at his knife as he said this.

You should be careful, the dog said in that same monotone.

You think so?

Yes.

A tight-lipped smile crossed Pazuzu's face. He made a motion with his free hand, and touched his knuckles to his forehead.

خطوة الى الوراء الشياطين

The dog didn't understand him – but he looked like he was trying to, as if he had heard the language before – and said nothing further on the matter.

They turned back as misty rain began to fall.

• • • • •

It did not surprise Pazuzu to find the dog gone when he woke in the morning.

This place no longer felt safe.


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