[M] But it ain't my fault

Dahlia

POSTED: Mon Jul 22, 2019 4:55 am

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hangman is coming down from the gallows, and I don't have very long

For the meantime, the Ugly Coyote served as a type of hub for activity -- at least in John's world. Many of his projects and personal ideas were spread, in various stages of completion, around the space that was his alone.

With the ability to keep to one place and actually put down roots, the recovery process had started. No longer harassed by the damned wolves, there was time to put some meat on their thinned bones. John was keeping his food down properly again, and starting to sleep like normal -- less nightmares when he was worn out from his other activities.

They announced their intention to marry, John kept his darkened thoughts to himself though, knowing they likely wouldn't be appreciated. Still, he made himself useful, he weren't no slacker.

Which was why he found himself hauling back a big-ass doe with his nephew's bride-to-be. Between the two of them they managed to muscle the hefty beast back to Alpha Base One aka the Bar.

Setting down the sizable meat-feast, John allowed himself to pant properly from the exertion,

Damn, she's one heavy lady, had herself a good life there. Between heavy breaths he spoke with a sardonic humor.

Carnicero prompt -- Is there a feast coming up? Prepare some food for everyone - make sure to cook it well, to avoid getting anyone sick, and be sure to make it impressive! | [wc — 000] template by hilli
Johnathan Winthrop
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POSTED: Fri Jul 26, 2019 7:27 pm

The best part of getting lost
Is finding yourself

Dahlia had grown happy, at least happier than she had in a long time.

So much of her life had been spent taking care of someone else, worrying everything over someone else, but now she was finally living a life where that burden was not something that was resting along her shoulders. She had admitted to herself that it was incredibly selfish of her to be thinking such a thing, especially when her mother and sister had been through so much in their own lives.

But part of her hated to be dragged down along with them, to not be able to do the things she wanted to do, and as a result, she hadn't been able to pursue any interests of her own. She had grown good at hunting, but other than that, there really wasn't much to her.

Now there was. She was Dahlia Winthrop, no longer tied down by her past.

The gray coyote had met with John on the lower level of the Ugly Coyote. She, and with the help of Lyssa, had been able to clear out much of the debris from the first floor. There was still a fair amount that would need to be taken care of, but with the three of them working together, there was no doubt in her mind that they place would be thriving before long.

Green gaze moved over the doe that the male had dragged back to the bar. It sure was one of a good size, and would do well for a meal for many in the Gang. She nodded, "Yeah, sure seems that way. A shame and a blessing all the same. We'll be eating good tonight." She gave a small pause, one hand moving over the short fur, "Do you have a knife or two on you? We'll need to skin it first."

+300 words.
Dahlia Winthrop

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POSTED: Tue Aug 13, 2019 12:10 pm

hangman is coming down from the gallows, and I don't have very long

There had been no settling for him yet, into any kind of a place where others could reliably find him. He crashed on the couch of the Ugly Coyote, he crashed in his tent and beneath bushes and sometimes just out on the road. There was a distinct lack of caring about himself that hovered about him in a pallid squall.

Miss 'To-Be-Winthrop' was quite happy with herself today though, and he willed himself not to let it grate at his nerves. Fuckin' conscience and shit, he'd surprised it'd not been drowned yet.

As if agree with her words, his stomach gave a loud, demanding growl.

Praise be t' small mercies. He muttered, John was just as happy to eat it raw, and likely he'd snag a few mouthfuls during their preparations.

He fumbled at his belt and drew out the smaller knife, not as able to hack through ligament but it'd slip under the skin real good, and handed it over to Dahlia.

Here, lets get the girl on her back. He stooped, grabbing hold of one leg and beginning to pull, she was a good chunk of meat.

Carnicero prompt -- Is there a feast coming up? Prepare some food for everyone - make sure to cook it well, to avoid getting anyone sick, and be sure to make it impressive! | [wc — 000] template by hilli
Johnathan Winthrop
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Jace
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POSTED: Tue Aug 13, 2019 2:44 pm

The best part of getting lost
Is finding yourself

John was quiet for the most part, though that had become normal for him up to this point. He seemed to speak a lot more with Boone, but even if he was just speaking to help each other along with this process, it would be fine enough. The man was still one of the ones in charge of the place along with her new husband, and she had to lean more respect to him than he had to in return. All she had wanted was to help out, and that was just what she was going to do.

He had taken a knife from his belt, passing it over to her upon her request. He had noted then to seek her help with getting the deer onto its back. Considering the size of the animal, it was going to take the two of them to get it into the proper position.

Setting the knife that had been handed to her aside, the gray coyote grasped the leg that was opposite the one John was holding, helping to haul the animal up onto one of the tables in the room. Much of the left over furniture in here was in a similar state to those on the first floor of the Ugly Coyote, meaning that at some point it was all going to need to be replaced.

That being said, it would still serve their purposes for now. She would have to look into alternative options to replace these items, and by extension, she could do the same for the other sad state of furniture here.

With their combined strength, the pair had managed to get the deer up onto a more elevated surface, and also so that the animal was on its back. Taking the next logical step, Dahlia stepped back over to take the knife back into her hands, a couple of fingers running along the animal's stomach, "We're going to need to remove the guts first. I can handle the messy work if you just want to keep the carcass still."

There was no way she would be able to keep the room clean with what they were about to do. Thank goodness for all the cleaning she had done recently, so doing a little more would do no extra harm. The smell may linger for a bit, but there were ways to deal with that.

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Dahlia Winthrop

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POSTED: Thu Aug 15, 2019 2:03 pm

hangman is coming down from the gallows, and I don't have very long

Although it was initially more of a pain in the ass, he'd rather work on skinning her somewhere he didn't have to bend over and ruin his back, plus it made holding onto the carcass a bitch. She caught on to his idea quickly though, which was always a blessing.

This place was still a work in progress and John didn't feel quite so guilty about getting blood everywhere, plus he wasn't enough of a shit-stain that he wouldn't help her clean up afterwards. With a locking of arms and bending of legs, they hefted the doe up and John internally congratulated himself on his fortitude sarcastically.

Tha's the thinkin' He dipped his head, of the two of them, he was the stronger by the laws of biology. Without the constant traveling and the ability to gorge themselves, he'd returned to his prior health, no longer a skinny stick, those earned muscles were back.

Alright, you give her a good splittin'.

John gripped hold of the dead animal, and held it in such a way that it was easy for Dahlia to slip the knife in under the skin at the throat and drag it all the way down, splitting her from top to bottom. Fresh, unspoiled meat was always a joy to eat, and John'd eaten his fair share of disgusting things out of sheer desperation.

Carnicero prompt -- Is there a feast coming up? Prepare some food for everyone - make sure to cook it well, to avoid getting anyone sick, and be sure to make it impressive! | [wc — 000] template by hilli
Johnathan Winthrop
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POSTED: Thu Aug 15, 2019 6:35 pm

The best part of getting lost
Is finding yourself

Both of them worked hard to move the body, all things considered. Perhaps this would be a good thing to help them take other matters into consideration. When it came to bigger prey, maybe doing it inside was not the best, at least not when it came to removing the guts and the skin of the animal. Maybe they, or rather she, would be able to set something up just outside of the back door in order to help them with this sort of thing.

It would be something to bring up at another time, as their attention needed to be on the carcass they had right now.

It seemed John was on the same understanding they were. Without even asking, he had taken to adjusting the doe to give her a clear opening to cut the animal down the center. Dahlia used the upper part of her body to help keep the lower part of the deer from moving too much, leaning forward with the knife.

The metal pierced under the skin, her lowering it enough down into the meat before she dragged it down in straight line. The body began to split open, the smell of the insides hitting her the most. There was a brief moment where she shoot her head, then went back to the task at hand. Soon enough, she had the body split open, leaning back enough that both of them could peer inside, though she kept her hands on the back end of the carcass to keep it still, "It would probably be easier to do this where they can fall out, but I can cut any organs loose and we'll toss them out or find something to use for them."

She paused, looking up to the tan man, "Unless you have another option we should use."

+300 words.
Dahlia Winthrop

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