[M] It's a long road, it's hard road, gonna explode

POSTED: Mon Jan 01, 2018 2:47 pm

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The shaggy grey dog stormed through the city streets, past gutted brick houses and warped, melted remains of street signs and the rusted husks of cars. The ground stank of asphalt and dust and piss in places; most of it coyote, which was easy on her nose, but sometimes splashes on the concrete walls reeked of dehydrated and aggressive dogs. From what she could smell, there were only a few of the bold mongrels, and regulars at that: mostly male.

The terrible odor brought her back to a terrible time, and when that happened she swore up a storm as if the black brick around her could absorb her pain.

She caught a newer whiff of scent today — another mongrel — and pursued it with bared teeth and glowering brown eyes. Massive and unnatural in her Secui form, the color of asphalt and washed-out concrete, Clover looked like some creature who’d emerged out of the apocalyptic landscape.

In some sense, she had.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 01, 2018 5:32 pm

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He came to the ruined city to scavenge despite rumors of squatters who lurked in the darker corners of the wastes. There was something he needed here; something he couldn't easily make. Door hinges. An ample supply was needed for phase one of construction, and with fast progress being made on the stable, Redtooth saw to it to set out to collect as many as he could without drawing any unwanted attention.

With him, he carried a rusted iron crowbar that he found in the corner of a dusty old store. It proved useful in rending metal from rotten wood. He went from building to building, prying the hinges from each and every doorjamb as he moved along the main street. He collected whatever nails and screws he could recover as well and threw everything into the pouch slung over his shoulder.

With every step, his satchel made a little metallic clank.

The further into the city, the stronger the doggish scent became. It was time to return Redtooth supposed, and he was ready to get back to the build site -- well, until he saw Clover skulking around the street ahead, all brutish and brash. It puzzled Redtooth. "'Ey! Hey Clover!" he shouted. Redtooth raised his arm and waved the crowbar about to grab her attention.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 15, 2018 9:13 pm

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She was more absorbed in her own fuzzy memories than she'd thought. When a voice called out to her, Clover jerked her head and glared at Redtooth in faint puzzlement; she hadn't noticed him down the sidewalk, though her subconscious hadn't prickled with alarm at his scent either.

She didn't know the red-furred man well, but she didn't see any reason to be (purposefully) rude to him. She didn't like his tobacco scent, but otherwise Redtooth seemed a decent enough coyote -- and less serious than most, which Clover could appreciate even if she herself was grim these days.

"You been scavenging?" Clover asked, trotting toward him. Her ears bounced with her quick gait, her tail waving behind her. She saw his satchel and the crowbar, though her mind automatically connected the latter to a piece of weaponry rather than a useful too. "You see any of those smelly dog fuckers around?" she added, sniffing the air again and swinging her broad head as if one would leap out at them.
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