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POSTED: Sun Feb 10, 2019 10:15 pm

<3 :) have you ever noticed how a heart then a smiley looks like a butt hat

When they had first come across the old farmhouse, Calrian could have cried from joy. They had been trekking a long way by then, and it was one of the few intact shelters they had seen since Portland. It looked like it had been lived in by luperci for a while, with the crude repairs to the roof and boarded windows, but when they knocked and no one responded, and no one else showed up, Calrian made the executive decision to stay. They could either roost there for a while, since there was no evidence of anything being amiss, or they could take what was inside and keep moving on.

He had been hopeful when the door flew open. Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness and all he could make out were the odd shapes of belongings, he began to exclaim, Why, look at all this - treasure, he meant to say, -detritus. was what he sighed, and his ears drooped low.

Scavenging hadn't gone entirely well for them out there. Despite the abundance of old settlements, the most they ever seemed to find were the ashes of old campfires and scraps of migrant life. He wondered if the dearth of items had something to do with the red star, although that had been well before his time. Apparently there used to be a lot more going on around the area until that happened, and then nothing was ever quite the same, his parents had said. He wished he could've gotten more information out of his sister when he'd finally met her, since she was around during those days. A dead end, that one. She had thrown him to the ground and told him that if he ever tried to talk to her again, she'd kill him. She didn't seem like the bloodthirsty killer type, but Calrian didn't want to bet against family, and especially not her.

He stepped inside, around a pile of stones that were inexplicably collected into a tiny hill by the door, and crouched by the upturned sofa. Picking up a thin metal rod and dusting off the ashes, he stood up and began to examine it in the light. What do you think happened here? He turned and asked the only other Troupian to step in with him.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 05, 2019 10:57 pm

Coming north was the idea of two likeminded brothers, even if it was dumb. Further north meant further cold, and it been getting worse the longer they went on.

Later, he would wonder if this was nature's way of trying to warn them. It was a thought he would not hold onto very long. These days, he had very little worth keeping. His memories were plagued by dark as much as light, and he had been lonelier than he'd like to admit for longer than he'd ever admit.

That was part of what kept him around these boys, even if they were idiots.

Hmm, he grunted, sucking in a breath. Squatters, maybe. Weather hasn't been too dry these days, I'd stay somewhere like this t'get outta it, Cook mused, stepping in after Calrian. The old man began sniffing about, sneezing loudly with a great series of wha-CHOOs when a particularly ashy area found its way up his nose.

Gahd-damnit, he swore, snorting and shaking his head. As he looked about, feeling a draft of cold air from a broken window, his brows furrowed. Actually, I got a question for you, kid. How come everything around here's all busted up? You know, all this kinda stuff. Between that an' all those trees, it looks like a tornade hit the place – 'too many mountains here for that, a'course, the old dog scoffed, plucking at little objects along the window-frame as he went. The flattened trees had seemed normal, until he began counting them.

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