A tar pit like a heart exposed

POSTED: Wed Sep 07, 2016 10:58 am

-- You can basically skip to last paragraph and miss nothing. >>;

Ravens told stories, and it seemed that there were odd dealings in Drifter Bay.

Vicira did not speak with the carrion-eating birds herself, but she could recognize the tension in her mother. As always, Vesper seemed anxious at the thought that Salsola might be planning something, though every meeting Vici heard about seemed to indicate that their neighbors had no more of an idea about the flattened grass and other curiosities than they. It was just like Vesper to let her prejudices drive her into a paranoid state of mind; Vici didn't trust her word anymore.

But she still went out into the fields, hoping for some glimpse of a Salsolan.

When the line had been crossed from mere curiosity to a deep intrigue, Vicira didn't know. Perhaps it was the meeting with their secretive Boss that piqued her interest; after all, it was the green-eyed woman that had shared salt with Myrika. If it was the former Aquila's wish to pursue this trade alliance, then Vicira felt that it was her responsibility to make it so.

Autumn winds swept over the rippling grass, and Tigana followed one of the trails. Shifting in the leather saddle, the tall coywolf scented the air expectantly. Whatever was going on didn't seem to have affected the feral horses, at least, and when she spied the mares, Tigana still made dominant overtures. Smirking at this spunk, Vici muttered kindly words to her pinto and carried on again.

their lips the secret kept, if in ashes the fire-seed slept

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POSTED: Mon Sep 12, 2016 11:02 pm

This is uber messy and late ;__; also Bayani does have his scent disguised, lel. Is riding this hoss. (+500)

He was not a superstitious man.

If there were otherworldly forces, they had been nothing but unkind to him, and so Bayani was better off to shoulder their existence as, simply, false. It was best to believe these things that came to pass were simply luck, good or bad, and there was no such thing as pattern in the way each being was given its hand of cards. If the dog had believed in strange things such as these, his entire life would be forlorn with anger and confusion and the question of why they despised him so. It was easier to think that chance was the baseline for his past. And so when the population of the Thistle Kingdom began to turn their whispers to things he did not believe concerning strange, unnatural events, Bayani's blood was immediately bubbled. Somebody was playing mischief, and he did not appreciate the lies that they were stirring. As time passed and curiosities escalated, the mottled male made it his task to reveal some corner of this secret's ugly hide, because it was obvious none others were doing a very stellar job. Embracing Primrose with a brief goodbye, Bayani saddled the pretty appaloosa he had stolen months prior. And then he dissolved into the basket-weave of forest, his destination Drifter Bay and whatever it may be concealing.

The sun became a burden once he lost the confines of the canopy and was belched out onto the grasslands of the Bay, full of nothing but shimmering sky and a lone, floating bird miles upon miles distant. The thief would have preferred to stay in the cover of his beloved trees, but one could not hide whilst researching rumors that required his presence in the open. And so he urged the mare he rode to canter between the edge of the leaves and the edge of the grass, slow and steady with each passing hour until something odd caught his eye. A thinness in the grass that did not belong. Caprice snorted at his pull of her reins, but she led him closer until eventually man and mount stood in the center of a very flat, very unnatural circle of mysterious origin. It was all Bayani could do to stare with mismatched, defiant eyes at the edges of the symbol. But his mind was blank, no matter how he tried to theorize some explanation realistic. If a Luperci was the culprit of this, they had been doing a very thorough job.

Upon some passed time a lonely figure made its appearance in the distance. It appeared to be a horse and a rider, but no further details could be extracted at such a distance. Before they could be noticed, Bayani urged Caprice into a run, and with fluid, swift speed they approached the being from a rear angle. By the time the stranger heard the crackle of grasses under hooves, they would have no time to consider a dash.

"Miss coyote." The blue-mottled dog greeted after drawing his approach in a circle to more directly face the woman. Caprice breathed heavily at the run, but the athletic structure of her form did not have her recover for long. "You are of Inferni?" He asked, mismatched eyes fixated without flinch on her own, rather bold in his approach.

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POSTED: Tue Sep 20, 2016 2:44 pm

00+ SCENT DISGUISED DON'T MATTA (lemme know if change this, vici just guessin')

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Grass flattened under Tigana's hooves, but it sprang up again. Whatever patterns the Inferni ravens claimed to see could not have been made simply by one Luperci walking -- but a team of horses stomping the earth flat, or some weight dragged through the grassland fringing the bay, that was possible. Already the notions bored Vicira, who was more interested in what their neighbors might have to say about the phenomenon.

She did spy the shape in the distance before it approached, but Tigana meandered on, stopping here and there to graze. By the time Vicira realized that the distant horse bore a rider and galloped toward them, it was too late to flee -- but she had no desire to. She curled her mouth and pulled Tigana's reins taut, the mare flattening her ears as her rider sat upright, refused to be cowed by a charge. Vicira worried a little about Tigana's state in the event that the stranger was charging, but she had faith in common sense.

But the horse did pull up in the end. It was an Appaloosa, dappled with black and with a dark head, and its rider similarly mottled in a slate-and-snow merle. He circled and stared at her, and Vicira met his gaze with her own ice eyes. Mister dog, she replied sharply, grinning, and at his question snorted and fingered the pendant at her throat. Where else? she asked.

She grinned again. Are you from Salsola? she added -- not expecting a straight or true answer necessarily. Their neighbors were very secretive.

their lips the secret kept, if in ashes the fire-seed slept

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