[M] Something reeks, oh, it's me

POSTED: Sat Jun 06, 2020 5:09 pm

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In relation to [NEWS] June 2020

[M]-tag because dead body scavenging. Used this image (Warning: dead animal) for scene-setting.



When a scouting report had come in of a giant, dead whale on the Shattered Coast, the Lune had been quick to act on it. Large, dead sea animals were not a common occurrence, and one of such rumored size was a resource that couldn't be easily ignored. The creature’s blubber was a staple for good oil, and their meat was supposedly as delicious as the giant moose of the new lands, so good that it didn’t even need seasoning. At least, according to the pack’s butcher, Isaac, it was, and the man had been very specific about what to look for and harvest.

A team had been drawn up, comprising of Raghnall, Dermid, and a Second Cadet named Zetsubou. The three of them were given orders to travel to the far off, southern coastline and collect what they could from the carcass. It was not a glorious task in Raghnall’s opinion, however, with the dead whale holding such valuable resources, it was likely best to have veteran fighters at the site of collection. The carcass was likely to be visited by all sorts of scavengers and all walks of life. The Cavaliers didn’t need trouble, either at the site or on the way back home with their haul.

Both cart-trained, Raghnall and Dermid’s two horses had been fitted to pull one of the pack’s wooden carts to help yield a larger haul. The journey south had been easy, the trio having chosen to use main paths to expedite the process. With only their tools for harvesting and day packs due to their slower speed because of the cart, they had no fear of being robbed, not that any highwayman would be able to given the Cavaliers’ fighting prowess.

It took them a little more than a day to reach the rocky coastline, the salty, ocean spray mixed with the whiff of death being their first sign that they had arrived at their destination. Seagulls cried out, and the rhythmic crashing of waves reached their ears as Dermid pulled the horses and cart to a stop. In the distance, across a field of large, rocky stones impassable by horseback and flocked by a dozen, gluttonous seabirds, was their target; the dead whale.

“Ach, thaur it is in aw its reekin’ glory!” Dermid announced, sliding out of the driver’s bench of the cart.

Raghnall did the same, moving towards the back of the cart and obtaining one of the knives Isaac had loaned them for the task. There was no way in hell that the First Cadet was going to use his own precious blades on a dead whale. “Dermid, secure th’ horses an’ meit us out at th’ body when ye’re dain.” He said over his shoulder as he grabbed a burlap sack to throw their haul in.

Dermid let up a wave in acknowledgment as he tended to the beasts of burden, “Aye!”

The Thorburn’s eyes shifted to Zetsubou as he began to cross over the rocky beach. “Hae ye ever dain thes b’fair?”




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POSTED: Mon Jun 08, 2020 4:25 pm

The journey wasn't anything too strenuous and the slow pace of the cart made it that much more pleasant. Zetsubou opted to take the route on foot, a better position of security due to his short range weapons, but mostly, to enjoy the walk. After Sapient had fallen, he had done nothing by walk and work. Now, however, he had the freedom to choose. To volunteer and be rewarded. Sure, his first few months here were rocky, and his rank had shuffled a few times, but he didn't see it as a set back. Healing took time.

Slowly their proximity to their quarry grew, and bit by bit Zetsu was less able to keep the wrinkle from his nose. Sure, he'd smelled putrid rot before, but that didn't mean it had grown on him any. The idea that it was the rot of something from the sea wrinkled his nose just that much more. If he could have plugged it with cork, he would have.

Horses, cart and all came to a halt, and the two men in his company dropped from their seat, they made motion to get things situated and delegate. With Dermid settling the cart and horses, the mahogany male turned to follow suit with the coal coated of the duo. Ink kissed ears reached up from his footing as Raghnall prompted some dialog while they traveled. A friendly smile painted his features, and he nodded politely.

“No, not at all. I figured it would be a good day to learn,” He couldn't help the laugh that erupted in his chest, even if it was a quiet, winded note. Stepping wide over a stone, he continued, “I've seen whale fat before, even used it, but have never farmed it. Never had the meat. I don't remember it being this... potent, though,” The more they neared the swarm of gulls that raised chaos on the beach, the more poignant the odor grew. An innate frown pressed on his maw, despite the pleasant look in his eye, “What about you two? Whale farming common where you're from?" The edge of his lips tried to rise, to form a smile, but the smell overpowered his senses.

There they stood, before the giant creature, poked here and there by the gulls and deflated. It was an odd sight to behold and Zetsu couldn't help but take it in. The beasts of the sea were alien in their creation, and while fish were a common sight, whales? Whales were proper sea monsters. Their mouths, so large and spanning, they probably could eat Lupercii whole for dinner. The mahogany man was happier to know that they lived beneath the waves and seemed rare enough that he'd never meet one alive.


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Raghnall scoffed in amusement, his stern lips twisting into a subtle smirk. “That sae?” It seemed they would all three be in for a learning experience from the sound of it. Taking measured calculations, the First Cadet managed to safely navigate across the rocky, bolder-filled terrain that separated the beach from the mainland. Within a few strides, his feet touched the gritty, packed sand. Water still lingered in places, and, with the tide still going out, the trio would have plenty of time to work before they’d have to call it a day on their scavenging.

He offered a half shrug and scoff of a laugh to the comment about the carcass’ stench. “It’s likelie bin layin’ ‘ere under th’ sun fur a few days b’fore word reached Casa di Cavalieri,” Raghnall surmised. Sea life—or anything that came out of the water, really—always stuck to him.

The Dark Knight masterfully held his disgust in check as he eyed the dead beast.

“Na. It became a community event though whin we foond one lik’ this. O’coorse, th’ one we ate smelt better.” He shook his head as he dared to move closer. “A’m lik’ any sensible wolf n’ lik’ raw meat, bit Ah woodn’t be eatin’ this one wi’ th’ smell.” A shame they hadn’t come across the carcass sooner. The muck of the tide and salty ocean water probably wouldn’t taste good anyway though.

Pulling out his borrowed knife, Raghnall stood next to the battered beast, laying his hand flat on the rubbery skin of the whale. It was such a strange feeling beneath his paw pads, nothing like the land-dwelling prey that he preferred.

Dermid finally joined them with an exaggerated and loud snort. “Ach, it smells lik’ soomthin’ died ‘ere.” It was his attempt to be funny.

“Aye; us, waitin’ fur ye tae finally show up,” Raghnall grunted, eyeing Dermid briefly before turning his attention back to the dead whale. He stabbed his knife into the jiggly mass and began trying to cut a line out of the dead creature’s side. It was a slow process given how thick the blubber and fat was.

Coming up beside Zetsubou, Dermid grinned as he watched Raghnall work. “Tha’ jiggles mair than th’ tits o’ Jamie’s new lass, doon’t ye think?” He was referring to the pregnant female that had recently joined the pack. Whether Zetsubou found it humorous or not though, Dermid let out a deep laugh and moved to a different spot on the whale to start carving out his own section to cut from.

“R’member whit Isaac said. Get th’ white chunky shit oan top o’ th’ meat,” Raghnall called out to his companions.

Dermid, cutting away, kept a distracted eye and ear out for Zetsubou. “This thing’s huge! Oi, Zetsubou, whit dae ye think it eats? Seals? Overboard Luperci?”


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"That would be well reason for the smell." A shake of his head flipped his hair from sticking to his eyelashes and put the wandering threads back into the breeze. He wouldn't get used to this odor. That he was sure of. Raghnall, on the other hand, seemed to have a much better poker face about it, and carried on to tell his own whale of a tale. A laugh came up from his throat as the other explained how he wasn't about eating this here prize. Zetusbou couldn't blame him, and for the record, he might just scratch whale off the menu of things he'd prefer to eat after this experience.

With an air of caution, odd eyes watched as the Scot pressed a palm to the creature. Raised brows and a downward look, as well as his hand on the Tekko knotted at his waist, seemed instinctual. Of course the whale was dead. Very, very dead. Something in the Cavalier told him otherwise. Old coping mechanisms die hard, they say, "What would you say that feels like?" Bravery against the dead thing and what it was capable of living, had him inching closer and daring to put a finger on it. Prodding the thing unceremoniously, his brows knitted as a the corner of his lip turned up in a half grin, "That is... Something else." Tallow, as he was used to, was already jarred by the time it had reached his hands, so the experience was one he'd likely never forget.

When Dermid arrived, Zetsubou couldn't help but chuckle. It was nice to be able to laugh at a joke, even if it was a bad one. At their exchange, he even thought to chime in with his own jest, but perhaps that was best done when he knew them a bit better. He was glad for that, however, when Dermid popped a rather uncouth jest. Zetsu's grin turned into more of a forced smile to hide a grimace until a cough spoiled his cover. Bracing his muzzle with the crook of his arm, he made an attempt to hide his expressions under the guise of the stink.

Red and Charcoal both dug into the whale now, Zetsubou taking the opportunity to stand guard and keep and eye our for them. They didn't need any opportunists to sneak up on them, and from what he knew, tallow was worth it. An ear found Dermid when he thought to spark up some chat, "Oh, Overboard Luperci, for sure." It was almost as if he had the answer rehearsed already, a laugh slipping out of him at the irony that it should be brought up so soon after he thought it.

Returning to them both, Zetsu took the blade from his Tekko and finally sank it into the skin. Precision wasn't exactly his fortè with such delicate work, but it would do, "Do you think we should take what we can carry in one trip, or should two of us run the fat to the cart while someone cuts when we have a good supply started?" Tugging at the skin, he peeled it back in a method familiar to a banana, "I bet we could get more done with half the time if we ran it up in sections while it was being cut."


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