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POSTED: Sun Sep 02, 2018 7:43 pm

A sun shower broke out somewhere on the upside, and Virue looked up to watch with water splashing small off his snout. One blue eye was half-lidded, trying to fight off the light through the clouds, and the flesh around it was swollen. Struck.

Virue was left with nobody, and nothing. He left his paint supplies behind and his bad leg had left him behind. And that was it, that was all. His precious colours swept away, sprinting in the cool morning shroud a thing of yesterday. He was alone, and he felt like he didn't have a purpose, so he went back.


His four footsteps pulled him through a graveyard. A place that had once been alive, but now it was just a sad little reminder of what had once been. Vultures prowled the skies, sitting atop carcasses with their beaks busy picking apart all the things that hadn't survived. And then he wondered what exactly he'd had. A home, some family, a world to care about when it fell apart. But when it did he felt out of place, like no one had really grown to know him, and the only person he could really trust was Rialu. Even that had fallen apart. As soon as she'd heard his suggestion to leave for Clover and Vesper, she became angered. Like that fury inside her had taken over again and wouldn't let go.

Virue had stepped across the threadbare borders that morning, thinking about all the times he'd questioned the skulls before painting them and putting them up himself. Another small slice of the way things changed, and things had changed, but now it had gone too far. He'd expected a grand return too, but it was all shambles, shards of the fragile little kingdom they had all tried to build. The stables in ruin, sites where tents had sat in tranquility picked clean. All that was left was scraps.

Virue felt like he was on the edge again, looking out into the steaming pile of the mansion, Briar’s mournful sobs filling his heart with water.

The coydog stopped to stare at a little wine sapling, a lone surveyor of the wreck, its body swaying this way that way in the mild breeze. Its leaves were speckled with the drops of rain, but on one there was a green thing. A thing of green with black-yellow bands at its tiny back, and it crawled along dutifully as if it had something it had to do so badly. Virue came over slowly and put his face to the plant, the water that spilt away sending chills down his neck. He stood still, the only sound his muted breaths and watched the spot of green inch closer and close until he could see nothing but a green cloud somewhere between. Then he lifted away again, eyes flicking to the sky, to the ground trying to be casual as if he did this all the time. Virue dipped his head carefully to sigh, not understanding why or what, but there was a different future perched between his eyes. He fought off a sneeze and pure blue eyes looked around at the desolate place. He frowned, but it felt right coming back here, like somehow he was igniting his own little spark and this one he could keep close. He could guard it as long as he remained.

His little tattered red scarf waved a hello, and the ash markings he'd applied when he woke up were beginning to wash away in the warm rainfall.

He made his way into the caves with the caterpillar left nestled in the dewy grass. An unsure expression was on his face, the shadow walls reminding him of ill-being, of cramped damp dark days, of death.

“H-hello?” Virue called.
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POSTED: Wed Sep 12, 2018 9:35 pm

Vesper had told her that rain was coming, but looking at the sky Clover hadn't believed her. It wasn't until now, hearing the tired rhythm drumming on rock and leaf at the cavern entrance, that she realized the old coywolf was always right about these things.

You've turned into a mystic, she had joked to Vesper once, but Ves' face had twisted.

My leg fucking hurts, she growled, and rolled over to find her stolen sleep in the mildewy old pelt. Clover had left to find what remained of her yarrow decoction to treat it later.

The grey dog rested her head on the cool den floor between her forelegs now, her eyes studying the dim light that shifted from the entrance as the sun passed behind sparse, weeping clouds. She would need to go out for more herbs soon -- maybe make a tea for Otilie, something to impress the coywolf who'd chosen to remain with them. She felt like she owed it to her. Yawning, her jaw lifted her head a few inches before she licked her chops, then stopped, ears pricking.

The light around the bend changed again. A shadow played along the wall, small and familiar, and a voice called out. It echoed like the caves were stammering back.

The dog jumped to all fours and bounded down the tunnel, her tail wagging and her chestnut eyes shining. She saw the patched coyote and grinned, skidding to a near-collision. Virue, she said, and began to sniff and lick his face, her bushy tail wild behind her. Her tongue paused on the bruised flesh around his eye, and joy wrinkled down into a great furrowed worry.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 12:43 am

He was tired from traveling, from seeing a place that dredged up a lot of fresh hurts. But having Clover practically trampling him there in the tunnel, it made him wonder what else he could have asked for coming back, and that the hurts had all been worth it just to have someone care. At first he recoiled, blue eyes shuttered as she began to lick his face while a smile he hadn’t sported in a long time sprouted through the stone cold look he hadn’t been able to break before. He almost yanked his head away when she neared his eye, but she was smart and avoided this, and he thought about how much smarter some were than he thought, because he couldn’t possibly know. Everything was just this guessing game, and he never really was the greatest at guessing things.

It came like that caterpillar on the edge of a leaf, and the wind blew and the world shook and he remembered how stiff he was being. He returned the affection then, planting a few licks back, smiling a little bit like the child he’d been when he’d first arrived in Inferni. With all these thoughts rattling around without a care, and his mother calling his name when he ran in the fields on star-dotted nights. And his words, those words said with every fear imagined plaguing him. But said without hesitation or skip, back when he talked without worrying for himself that his words mattered at all. His now open eyes waded through Cover’s face, and there was a few moments where neither really cared to say anything because it was all out there. They were both there at the moment, and nothing else really mattered because this was everything. Then Virue was looking again, into her face then down her grubby torso, and she wasn’t at all how he’d left her, not everything was there anymore. Some pieces had left, and she wasn’t a jigsaw puzzle either, she was alive and that scared him more. He couldn’t go out and get those pieces or make some more, living things tended to be harder to explain than that. Virue whined softly, some bittersweet tune he hadn’t seen coming. “S-sorry,” he told her. He frowned, thinking about what she was doing here, and why he’d ever decided to leave with Rialu. That decision seemed so callous now, but Clover knew what she was doing didn’t she?

One of his ears flicked and wouldn’t stop, while the other stayed still. Like it didn’t know why its neighbour had decided to go awol, and was trying to maintain composure. Virue looked down at his feet, back to her. “Shit, are y-you eating? I s-saw the b-birds outside…” he trailed off, looking past her into the darker portion where Vesper probably laid still if only he could make out the shape or the light of day stretched its fingers farther in. Virue wanted to be like those stories his mom could tell so well, like the songs, like the name she gave him. He wanted to be able to pull out some broadsword in macho-dramatic style and light the way with a confident grin, head tilted forward, but he was always nervous, and at the moment—he didn’t have hands. All that ran around in his head was serious, important but grey and in a way not all that important. So he refrained from too much bleak-speak and tried some catch-up.

“H-How’s…’Shamrock’?” The boy mocked, trying to sound as angered as possible, so bitter and determined. Closing his eyes just enough to show he was in fact full of rage. But maybe he did it too well, because he heard the hard smack of a fist striking bone, and his eye felt a little worse than it had. Nevertheless he grinned wide, because he had just made a joke, maybe even a good one if he was lucky, and for a moment Clover would forget about the sinister scavengers picking apart her meals outside in the warm rain. If he was lucky.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 1:22 am

He'd shied away at first, but Clover was gentle in her affectionate ministrations -- especially because Virue had always seemed fragile, in a way. It probably wasn't fair to view him like that, to handle him as if he were some transparent-winged butterfly, because behind those baby blue eyes had always lingered a spirit that Clover admired. Stubborn, that was Virue, too: stubbornly kind, stubbornly optimistic. She remembered him running on that knee.

Collapsing in the field.

Her eyes darted over his face, looking for scabs in the fur, discoloration on the skin. She held her breath because if she opened her mouth it'd be breaking the silence, asking a question she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer to. Eventually she caved, but no sooner had she opened her mouth did a whine pierce through the stillness, and her face slackened into a melancholy smile.

It's okay, Virue. I missed you.

She gave her head a shake, her matted ears slapping against her cheeks, then exhaled. Yeah, we're eating enough. It's a little better than it was during those storms. And you know, Vesper doesn't eat very much anyway. It was a relief to provide for only the small old coywolf, rather than fret about her nieces and nephew, and Antioch's family, and those who might be overlooked.

The dark soot-stripes on her brow arched dramatically when Virue narrowed his eyes and made mockery, but then Clover burst out in brief laughter that died away as soon as she realized Vesper was still asleep back in the little alcove. Fuckin' shamrock, man, she snickered. I'm okay. I'm really, uh, practicing my medicine and stuff. Why don't I show you -- put something on that black eye of yours. She smiled at him, but the expression was far from serene.

Are you safe where you are, Virue?

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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 2:40 am

Clover relieved him of his worries, at least a few layers so he could relax. He hoped Clover and Vesper were doing okay, beyond any question he could ask, and she could answer. Then it was onto something a bit more familiar, the part of the conversation he welcomed openly. A warm smile bled from him, and he looked down to shake his head, thinking about how upset Rialu had been with him. Showing in some too-large way that she cared, cared so much it hurt, and she wanted you to hurt because of it. “Yeah,” he replied, cracking up enough to smirk before looking back down the way he came. For once the light at the end of the tunnel wasn't so promising. He almost wanted to go in deeper, but knew Vesper probably could use some rest, being old and, well, Vesper. So he figured they could remain in the throat of Hellfire, with hushed voices squinting into each other's faces, or they could go towards that light.

It didn't really matter all that much to him, but he didn't want to wake up the tired old woman, and more importantly it was best to hear Clover at full volume. That was when she was at her peak effectiveness, he figured. But being the caretaker she had turned out to be, Clover offered to help him with his eye. “Oh, y-yeah this. It h-hasn't healed properly for a f-few days n-now.” He tried giving her reassurance in the form of an expression, something positive and uplifting. It probably seemed forced and in the end he settled into something more neutral, that was, until the stagnant air began pricking at his nose and with one grand jerk of his head he sneezed. Virue tried his best not to catch the dog girl in his death spray, but he wasn't entirely successful. With his eyes still wincing, he sniffled, glancing down behind Clover where an angry Vesper might emerge, at the sound of what could very well be a pint-sized monster when coming off the cave walls.

“S-safe?” He said, buying time, because he wasn't able to fully grasp the question. Not with how literal and figurative things could be at different times, but eventually he caught up to the reality of what she meant, and figured it out. “W-well, we were moving from place t-to place and when we got a-all the way to A-Amherst, I...I d-didn't like it and R-Rialu…” he stopped, not wanting to let on too much. Virue knew how Clover felt about the huntress, and didn't want to make matters worse. “We w-went our s-separate ways.” He concluded, trying to sound like he knew that was true, but was that all that happened. Virue couldn't be so sure, after all she gave him a black eye over the whole thing.

Virue assumed Clover would need his eye present where her supplies were in the cave, and started down into the dark with light footsteps. He looked to the light again, down into the Hollow, their final hiding place in Inferni's last days. Virue was trying to make a decision, trying to decide, but he didn't want to make any decisions. He could barely figure out where he wanted to travel, or how he would hunt, and he didn't expect himself to tell Clover of all people what to do. “I don't w-want to wake h-her,” he explained, his eyes adjusting to the slight change in lighting, Clover’s shape melting away from the shadows. “W-wanna grab y-your stuff and l-leave, l-let ‘er snore i-it up?” And he stood there caught in a stealthy pose, a foot lifted delicately from the cave floor as blue pools bled and blinked in wait of an answer. His tail made one sly wave, like a salute or some quick signal of readiness.
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