[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
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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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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.

+400 words.
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.

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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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POSTED: Thu Sep 12, 2019 3:07 pm

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

Preserving things for leaner times only made sense really. John had done his share of staring fair and square and he thought that maybe there should be an allotment of that shit and he was up and done with experiencing it. Haste did have somewhat of an inspiration into his motions. He was damn hungry.

The saying about men and hearts through their stomachs was as true a sayin' as any John had heard. The little lady to cook a mighty fine meal for him was certainly put into his good books, and John was a man to repay kindnesses done to him in spades.

Her point was a good one though, and John blinked simply for several moments.

Well shiet, ah didn't think of that. Then he laughed, Just cut them out and toss 'em on the floor, ah'll clean it up after we're done with the rest of her, they'll still be edible, ah promise. A wink, a smile, and something unhinged itself in his chest. His mama'd be proud, offering himself all nicely like.

He wasn't against doing anything gross like. There was plenty of lake water to clean whatever got dirty.

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Johnathan Winthrop
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POSTED: Wed Sep 18, 2019 6:46 pm

The best part of getting lost
Is finding yourself

Dahlia was not fond of the idea that she had come up with, just tossing the organs around as they worked and just worrying about or cleaning them up later, but there really wasn't any other better option. It wasn't that she was not wanting to work with such pieces of the animal, but moving forward, she would need a better system to deal with this process than what the pair of coyotes was doing now. Something else to note for later.

The gray coyote just shook her head, shrugging it off, "Don't worry John, I'll help you clean it up. It'll go faster with both of us working together."

With that, Dahlia turned her attention on the carcass. Making sure there was nothing covering her arms, she did better to split the underside open so she could get her arm and knife around better. Her fingers felt along the organs, looking for any spots where they were still attached to the body. Using the knife, she cut the organs loose, pushing them to the floor next to both of them.

It took some time, but she managed to clear out just about everything inside the deer. Pushing herself up, she straightened, "That's everything. All that's left now is taking off the pelt and then carving up the meat. That won't take too long. Know anyone that could use the pelt?" Better that it go to someone else rather than going to waste.

She paused, setting the knife to the side as she moved to the side, giving the inside one last check while she waited on John to make sure there were no other organs or openings for the organs along the meat that would need to be trimmed away for they moved on.

+300 words.
Dahlia Winthrop

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POSTED: Fri Oct 18, 2019 1:51 pm

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

Some part of him almost remembered where he'd up 'n come from, and he was muscle memory obliged to tip a hat. Instead John managed to smear blood on his face. Not that he really cared all too much, a nice jump in the lake was in order for him.

He didn't really care much about cleaning thing himself, he worked alone much of the time.

With that, a silence fell to them as she worked, dipping her hands deep inside the deer's cavity to wrench loose them tasty organs. They fell to the floor with a bloody thump, that reminded him entirely of something else.

A'yup, sounds 'bout right.

John weren't always a talkative man either, as they ran critical eye across her work, finding it satisfactory. He'd butchered many a deer in his life, and others not even such, tearing them apart with teeth and claw in the feral ways of their ancestors.

M'thinkin' probably Twelve, or mebbe, Miss Mercedes, she done some good work with'n pelts and tha like. He set down the deer briefly, if only to stretch his muscles from holding her up, she was a heavy girl, even with her innards removed.

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 Oct 24, 2019 6:27 pm

The best part of getting lost
Is finding yourself

Dahlia hadn't said much while she working, though her head had moved up to notice the mess that not only he, but both of them were in due to their makeshift way of butchering this animal. He had even managed to get some on his face, though that was probably her fault more than anyone else's. Well, there was nothing that could be done about it for the time being. He was just going to have to deal with it until she was done cleaning the carcass.

Green gaze shifted over to the side, watching as the organs just fell onto the floor. It was a mess to be sure, but the sooner she got the work done, the sooner they could deal with it before the smell started to get to them.

The gray coyote got to work on removing the pelt. She had done similar before, though it wasn't always perfect. The hardest part for her had always been along the legs, and having to start from there did not make things much easier.

The knife dragged carefully across the lining of the meat, the pelt slowly but surely coming off the deer's body. Twelve's name had come up as an answer to her question, but the second one was not known to her, "Miss Mercedes? Who's that?" It had to have been someone that was a member of the Posse. If they were from the Cartel, then she would have known who they were.

Once she had gotten the pelt down, it was made into a bundle and set carefully to the side. A shame that it had already gotten a little bloody, but that was just the nature of their work. Her head moved up to John as she pointed to the body, "You can probably lay it down a bit more now. All that's left is to carve the pieces of meat. You wanna lend me a hand with this part?"

She had been doing most of the work to this point, though to be fair, he had been holding up this heavy animal while she did said work. Even so, now that they were to.. probably the easiest part, all their work would go faster with the two of them working rather than just her. If need be, she could get started while he was sill holding it and then allowed for him to jump in at a moment when he would no longer need to do so.

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