Son of a sun, in a sunken abyss

p: Evelyn | Serpentine Mountains

POSTED: Fri Mar 08, 2019 8:00 pm

For Mandi and Evelyn. Set in the Serpentine Mountains, Branta Stretch. Part of the Mysterious Sightings board-wide plot.

Every time Skeleton went along with one of Carnivore’s hair-brained plans, it went sideways. He knew this from long, in-depth experience, and yet, he still agreed. He knew he had it coming, so he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. Yet, he was realizing that sometimes he just didn’t care. On some days, he wanted to ditch his sister and find some kind better solution, maybe where they didn’t have to co-operate with one another as much, perhaps even in a pack, but he hadn’t gotten up the gusto yet. That would mean rejecting her lifestyle and who his sister was at her core — too self-assured, too greedy — but ultimately, he didn’t, because he worried he was just like her.

Sure, it had been wrong to steal from some traders while they slept by their fire, and sure, it would have been worse if they had stolen more, but… he still did it. And what kind of person did that make him? Certainly worse than Carnivore, who had no qualms with it.

That had been a few days ago, when they’d stolen a few items of clothing, worn-through and thin as they were, and now, Carnivore seemed to be leading him again, promising him that she ‘knew a spot.’ As they trudged higher up the mountainside, the trees felt like they were closing in and threatening to swallow him up as much, if not more so, than the snow already had. They had shifted into their secui forms hours ago, finding they were able to walk on the deep snowdrifts with their wider paws. The snow was thick and deep and it muffled all the sound around them; the forest was eerily quiet to the point that Skeleton was uneasy.

As they passed through the trees, Skeleton recalled the last time he had been attacked from tree-top; it had been traumatizing. He now realized he hadn’t dealt with that properly at all because his heart was beating at an alarmingly fast pace.

“C-Carn? Are we getting close? Fuck, it’s… creepy out here,” he said. Carnivore whipped around and loudly shushed him.

“Soon,” she replied evasively. Skeleton rolled his eyes.

They continued heading north through the forested mountains, not ascending, but continuing on a clear trajectory, as if Carnivore knew where they were heading. A few moments later, and much to Skeleton’s surprise, an abandoned lean-to came into view at the edge of where the forest began to thin.

Skeleton paused to rest next to one of the spruce trees, but was shocked out of his contemplations by a sudden and severe attack. He stumbled forward, tripping over his feet, and fell face-first into the snow. He coughed loudly as some water got stuck in his lungs and he inhaled a mouth-full of snow. He coughed again and then shuddered as he realized he was freezing. He began to stand, but then felt someone’s hands grabbing at his bag.

Brushing the snow out of his eyes and saw two cloaked figures dash out of sight into the treetops where he presumed they came.

“C-Carn, wh-what the f-f-f-f-fuck,” he stammered. “What the FUCK!” he screamed, shivering. He swivelled to find Carnivore standing there, completely dry, and not at all harmed by the mysterious figures.

“Dude, I dunno,” she replied.


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POSTED: Wed Mar 13, 2019 5:54 pm

They had trudged north from Searsport, up through The Borderlands and across the St. John's Chokehold (giving whatever smelly group was making their home there a wide berth) and then past Caanan Bog to a high, quiet place that seemed devoid of life. It seemed safe enough for the pair of them to part ways temporarily in order to cover more ground, though they stayed firmly within howling range. "Safety," after all, was a fallacy and neither of them believed much in the notion. Maybe that was why they had made it for as long as they had. Maybe it was sheer, dumb luck.

While her brother, Calhoun, lead his mount further up the mountain range, Evelyn guided Blackjack carefully under an eerie canopy – beneath skeletal deciduous trees with their fingers dark and bony against the late-season sky and past boughs of coniferous trees with shocks of emerald needles pricked as though eternally fearful – after a curious scent. When the ground, with its melting snow and sloping gradient, became too treacherous to carry on with her atop him, the Vicar dismounted and tied his reins securely before continuing on.

The scent in question, coyote, was what she followed, though precisely why was not something she could confidently answer. Evelyn was not a woman who made friends, after all, and she preferred to keep her business to herself. But in a world filled with corrupt and cruel wolves, the company of a coyote was always better.

And, though she would never admit to it, she was curious. Besides, if danger threatened, Cal was near enough to come to her aid.

When she found them at last – a dark man in the company of a tawny woman – Evelyn watched them with her half-ruined face and considered her options. But time was brief and, in what felt to her only seconds after she had set her sights on them, they – the strangers as well as herself – were set upon by unknown forces. While the man was being doused in what appeared to be water, something struck her down and peeled the threadbare blanket from around her shoulders, disappearing again before she could do much more than snarl and snap her teeth.

Exposed now to the strange coyotes, and without a layer of warmth, Evelyn bristled and bared her teeth at the male as though this was his fault. "What in th' devil...?" she growled, swinging her head up and around before narrowing her eyes on the man again. "You see what happened?"

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POSTED: Sat Mar 30, 2019 2:12 pm

Still shaking a little, Skeleton tried to take stock of what had just happened. Someone in their optime form, it seemed, had set upon Carnivore and him and doused him in freezing water. Carnivore seemed less shaken than he was — and enviably dry. She strode toward him and reached out to snatch at his bag. He flinched away, but then, too tired to argue, slumped as she began pawing through the bag he was carrying.

The sound of another voice made Skeleton’s heart jump into his throat again and this time, he did jump. He flailed a little and accidentally swatted Carnivore’s hands as he turned to try and find the source. He nearly flinched for a third time when he realized the other speaker was a woman with a fairly mangled face.

“Uhh,” he replied intelligibly, fumbling for words as the stranger bared her teeth at her. His heart was still racing and the woman’s hostility did nothing to ease it. As he considered his next steps, he noticed some other scents mingled in with the female coyote’s own. He could smell the scent of horses, too. Somehow, that fact made him feel a little bit better. “No, not really. Did you at all?” he asked, hoping that she didn’t turn against him. He didn’t know why, but for whatever reason, he just hoped that she wouldn’t do anything too rash.
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POSTED: Sun Mar 31, 2019 11:05 pm

The darker man reacted visibly to her voice, though Evelyn didn't (despite her better judgement) hold it against him. But the longer she was in his presence, she decided that he was simple. She glanced at the woman beside him, a tawny coyote who seemed abundantly more composed and intelligent than the man she chose to share her time with, before the male figure offered an utterance of sound and drew her eyes away again.

The Vicar stared, emotionless and unblinking, at the man. A soft chime at the periphery of psyche suggested that she be patient and kind: perhaps, it argued, he was trying and she could offer some encouragement to help embolden his self-confidence. Evelyn narrowed her eyes subtly and softened her bared teeth, considering his response.

No, she thought with a brief glance at the woman again. He's a fucking idiot..

"You think I'd ask if I had?" she asked through a snarl, tugging her remaining shawl more tightly over her shoulders. Ignoring the man more, Evelyn turned pointedly to the tawny woman. "Whatever it was took my blanket." She glanced at the man again, as though accusing him of her misfortune, and then looked at the woman again. "How's about y'all?"

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POSTED: Thu Apr 04, 2019 11:21 pm

When she didn’t react at first to his question, he thought maybe she hadn’t heard him properly, or perhaps that she didn’t care. Though, it seemed unusual for her not to care considering she had approached him. Shortly enough, however, it was revealed that the cause for her stoic expression was that she was just plain rude.

Skeleton flattened his ears in response, and then, unbidden, replied: “I don’t know, fuck, I don’t know you,” he bit back. He realized he had bared his teeth at someone, and he let out a small scoff. Finally he felt angry enough to do something and the cause wasn’t Carnivore. That had to be some kind of small victory.

Trying to project feelings of calm, but instead, feeling restless, he added: “they took my bag. And all my shit inside it.” The feeling of calm seemed to project in a way that made his voice sound calm, but his nerves were on fire. And all the while, he was fucking freezing.


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POSTED: Fri Apr 19, 2019 8:05 pm

His flattened ears and biting words encouraged Evelyn to narrow her eyes to mere slits – one of vibrant life and one of dim death – while he wrapped up his response with bared teeth and a small scoff. The scarred coyote bristled subtly and responded in like, her yellowing canines glinting dully in whatever daylight there was. "You reckon that matters?" she growled. "If you ain't involved in this debauchery, then I reckon we're in this together."

Allowing her eyes – the one with sight catching what little movement or curiosity or clue there was to be seen ‐ to flicker from the sodden man to the landscape about them, the Vicar released a weighted sigh and returned the to the shivering coyote when his voice added a calmly-stated addition. Once again, Evelyn narrowed her eyes and held her stare a long while on the man's face.

He sounded calm which, compared to his earlier outburst, seemed altogether suspicious. Was this all a ploy? Was she being lured deeper into a trap? Evelyn glanced at his woman companion again, her silence duly noted, and studied her a while before looking at the shivering man again. "Seems they did," she replied evenly, dipping her nose gently in acknowledgement. "They get anythin' from you?" she asked, looking at the woman again while she weighed her options.

If they were foe, was Calhoun near enough to come to her aid if she called for him? Could she run and escape on her own? Breathing the late-winter air in deeply, Evelyn waited with unease.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 23, 2019 5:26 pm

Even if the other coyote had a point, Skeleton wasn’t in any mood to hear it or agree with it. She seemed suspicious of him and his motives; her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t come out and say anything, so he supposed that was good enough for him, for now.

Rather than replying, he harumphed quietly to himself and shrugged in response. At her other question, though, Skeleton had to actually give pause through his shivers. He wishes he’d had something worth stealing, but the part thing was that neither he nor Carnivore had much worth stealing. If anything, the bag was the prized possession.

“Nah, just junk,” he replied with a sigh, and was about to elaborate, when Carnivore piped up.

“Hey! Maybe it could have been worth something someday,” she claimed.

“I mean, I guess, but… honestly, that bag was worth more than anything else. That took us ages to find enough stuff to trade and barter to get it,” he added morosely, his gaze downcast. He contemplated the earth for a few moments before he flicked his gaze back up to the scarred woman. He hoped she believed them because honestly, she scared him a little bit like how Carnivore did.


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POSTED: Tue May 14, 2019 6:13 pm

Evelyn regarded the man coolly, wisps of breath snaking out of her mouth with every quiet exhale. Of the woman's interjection, though, the fire-kissed coyote seemed more agreeable. She gave her tail a brief flick, her eyes shifting from the woman and back to the man again. When they settled against his trembling body, she resumed her narrow-eyed look. "Seems one of you has some sense, at least," she murmured in a way that was nearly chiding, looking across the forest once more while the man carried on.

What a damned whelp.

"If you ain't gonna go on and look for th' damned scalawag," she sniffed, shifting her weight pointedly. "Then there ain't no use in moanin' and whinin'." From beneath her hood and her terrible face, The Vicar's single sighted eye gleamed in the late-season light.

Adjusting her remaining layers more securely over her thin shoulders, Evelyn glanced at the woman again. "Whereabouts are you folk from?" She didn't recognize either of them, but they were coyotes and, despite the man's foolishness and her residual skepticism, she felt less elevated than she would have been if they had been wolves.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 02, 2019 12:15 pm

So sorry for the wait! We can wrap this up soon if you'd like. :)

Skeleton and Carnivore were both the type who tended to jump to conclusions. So, when the woman initially said that at least one of them had some sense, Skeleton assumed she meant him, but then, as he re-assessed her tone and her body language, he realized that she meant Carnivore. He flattened his ears and felt the fur on his neck stand up in indignation at the suggestion, but said nothing in response. The woman intimidated him and he didn’t really like being at such a disadvantage; Carnivore worried and sometimes frightened him, but at least he knew which arguments might convince her to think rationally. This unknown coyote, however, was new and scary and he didn’t really like that.

At her other comment, Skeleton flinched and then frowned. He had been neither moaning nor whining, just answering his questions. Why was she so damned rude? He didn’t need this kind of negativity in his life, not when he had Carnivore around. And of course, true to form, Carnivore seemed to pay no mind to the woman’s curt tone or brash ways. In fact, if he had to guess, he’d think that Carnivore liked the stranger. Typical.

“A ways away,” Skeleton replied, not feeling like being as cooperative as he had been originally. He was cold, his stuff had been stolen, and Carnivore was probably going to take this other coyote’s side over his if push came to shove. Changing the topic, he added: “We heard about a group of coyotes around here, so we’ve been out here searching for them.” He glanced over in Carnivore’s direction, daring her to say something. He knew she was humouring him in his search for the loner group, so it was fun to pretend it was both their idea considering it bothered her so much. Surprisingly, she kept quiet.


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POSTED: Mon Jun 03, 2019 5:13 pm

Evelyn gave the sniveling male a long and stony stare when he offered his uncooperative response. With her hooded lids and her thin lips, there was nothing to suggest she found him cute or amusing. Without humoring him with a verbal response, the fire-kissed coyote flicked her gaze to the woman and was about to shift her attention fully when the man continued. The Vicar fell still, her eyes on the man again with a flare of something – curiosity, uncertainty, interest, for once – flashing fleetingly in her singular amber eye.

After considering him another beat, Evelyn followed through with her earlier action of turning herself away from him and focusing her full attention on the woman. "Supposin' you find these coyotes," she said to Carnivore as though the revelation of their search had spilled from her lips and not Skeleton's. "What is it you hope to gain?" Because there was always something that folks wanted when they searched for something.

But they were coyotes, and the Vicar had already made up her mind to show them some kindness. Smoothing her singed whiskers with a quick pass of her pink tongue, the burned woman cast her ruined face against the spindly trees. "You folks are too far north," she began, catching sight of her brother's shape in the distance. Evelyn adjusted her shawl again and cleared her throat, moving away past Carnivore as though she were going to leave them only with that. After several steps, however, the loner paused and glanced over her shoulder at the female, pointedly snubbing the male. "I suggest searchin' the Moosehead." She smirked when she flicked her eyes at Skeleton. "Might have better luck there."

And then, knowing Calhoun's watchful gaze would protect her, Evelyn turned her back and left the two of them to consider her hint and decide what it was they would do next.

OOC: Sounds good! We can end here or with your next post. <3

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