But I know that who I’m not is who I’ve been

P. Dahlia | The Bluffs

POSTED: Sat Apr 20, 2019 10:32 pm

A small coydog, her pelt dark but for the white trim at her extremities, dug her long fingers into the rough cracks within the stone's broad girth and peered quietly around to eye the stout dog ahead. In a style that reminded her curiously of Evelyn, cloth bandages covered random swaths of his body and a cloak hung limply from his shoulders.

But that was where the similarities ended. This Luperci, with his broad and blunt nose and his floppy ears, didn't seem to have so much as a drop of coyote in him. More than that, though, was that he seemed batshit crazy. Paninya had been watching him for some time now – caught somewhere between horrified fascination and unapologetic curiosity – and, between the aimless wandering and the irrational rambling, it was quite obvious to her that the man was missing more than a few brain cells.

"That him?" Evelyn's voice was a whisper – hardly audible. Nearby, she assumed their travel companion from the Cartel was watching and listening.

"Yeah." Without looking at the other women, Paninya nodded. "That's him."

The Vicar narrowed her eyes at the raving lunatic and contemplated what she could get for his cloak. His bandages, too, could be of some value provided they weren't too soiled. But was it worth the risk?

"You!" called a deep voice from across the stony shore. Vegetation was sparse, which made hiding difficult, so it was little surprise they would be found out. Still, Evelyn had hoped he would pass them unawares so they might be able to sneak up on him from behind. "Haven't you heard? It's happening! Everywhere! To everyone!" It appeared to be that he was addressing his dismay primarily to those who were not adequately dressed, though he side-eyed Evelyn wildly as he was raving.

The Vicar wrinkled her nose and silently decided that she didn't need more crazy in her life when Paninya piped up. "What's happenin'?" she asked.

The man stared at her, silent and eerily still, and said: "Humans. We're turning into HUMANS!"

OOC: A heavyset dog Luperci with strong retriever heritage wanders around, alternating mumbling to himself and raving loudly about Luperci turning into humans. He believes they need clothes or they will burn into dust in the sun. He is cloaked and various parts of his body are bandaged in cloth. If approached, he aggressively tries to peel away pieces of clothing from others to inspect the fur underneath, talking loudly about his beliefs. For those unclothed, he warns that they will soon lose all their fur and die if they're not careful.

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POSTED: Thu Apr 25, 2019 1:40 am

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained
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OOC: +300 words.

Dahlia had kept some ties with those in the other band of coyotes that had come to move along with the Cartel towards the north, though they had chosen a different spot along the lake to claim as their own home. The Drygrass Posse had settled near the mountains while the rest of the coyotes were at the northest point on the lake. Despite the distance, the two seemed to have close ties, and it wasn't so far off to see a member of each band mingling with that of another than their own.

Evelyn, or rather the Vicar, had been someone who popped by the Cartel's camp when the gray coyote was still making her rounds between there and Salsola. How hard it was back then for her, and how heartbreaking it was to have to leave her sister's children behind.. but what a freedom it felt to have her own life.

Dahlia had agreed to accompany her along with the woman's darker companion further out to the east. There was tell of some crazed luperci out there that had peeked some interest. With the warmer weather coming to the land, she has resorted to wearing her short top and dark shorts. What more was there really a need to cover herself with?

Once it was confirmed this was the one they had been looking for, green eyes focused on the dog man. He and the Vicar had a similar style of wearing bandages, though Evelyn's were probably of a more practical use than this male's. He wore a cloak, blocking out the sun from touching his body.

It was the male's voice that had brought Dahlia back to him rather than his attire. Humans? They were turning into humans? That was nonsense. Giving a small roll of her eyes, her head turned to the Vicar, "Sure sounds crazy enough to me."

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POSTED: Tue May 14, 2019 7:07 pm

Evelyn breathed out sharply from her nose, her nostrils flaring briefly. "Hoppin' mad," she agreed quietly, feeling what fur remained along her shoulders and her back bristle against the weight of her cloak. But she held her eyes firmly upon the deranged dog, her singular orange eye burning brightly compared to the dull, dead sheen of her sightless one. The bridge of her nose wrinkled more sharply.

"You! YOU!" the mutt hollered, pointing an index finger at Paninya. The bandages that were wrapped around his hand and fingers were dirty and hung limply. "You'll burn! You'll turn to ash! YOU'LL DIE!"

Frozen in place, Paninya stared and looked as though she regretted terribly her decision to pipe up at all. But rather than stop while they were ahead, she seemed unable to help herself and continued to entertain is crazy declarations. "How'd you even know that?" she scoffed, finding herself somewhere between being skepticism and alarm.

That was then the clothed, bandaged dog turned away and began to mutter to incomprehensibly to himself. He swayed where he stood, lifting and lowering his hands as though he was holding an argument with some unseen force. Or maybe with himself. As The Vicar watched him, it almost seemed to her as though he was considering making a made dash away from them. But then, without warning, the Luperci swung his head back around to the women and said in eerie clarity, "Because they walk among us. Humans. They look like Luperci, but they're HUMANS!"

And then, with an unnatural wail, the wild-eyed dog lurched towards Evelyn and, clawing at her clothing with strong, hard fingers, he tried to defrock her. "Show you, show you," he was mumbling. "I'LL SHOW YOU!"

Too slow to get out of his way, The Vicar found herself uneasily at the mercy of others.

OOC: Feel free to do whatever to get him away from Evelyn! I thought that this would make things a bit more interesting. :D

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POSTED: Thu May 16, 2019 4:16 pm

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained
Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost

OOC: Hope this works out alright for you. +300 words.

Dahlia could not make one sense of the words that were coming out of the dog's mouth. Not that it was about the humans... or maybe that was part of it, but rather that, from his ranting to Paninya, that they were going to burn and turn into ash. It was not strange ot all of them that there were times in the year when even the sun could make the land feel very warm, especially given the fur they wore along with their clothing...

But it was never enough to have someone catch fire. Such a thing came from that itself, a fire.

The gray coyote's head turned over to the darkest one of the trio, having been the first one to be called out by the stranger. Rather than dismiss him of his claims, the male had questioned him instead. What would be the point of it? Especially after everything he had said up until this point? There was no doubt that there was a spark of curiosity inside of her as well, but nothing that would make his rambling seem any saner.

The dog had turned, muttering to himself, which caused Dahlia to give a roll of her eyes. This was wasting their time, as were the words that came out of his mouth. There were no humans walking among them. All of them were luperci. One would think that if something like this were the case, anyone would have seen one long before now.

Green eyes went a bit wide as the man soon turned, turning his gaze on Evelyn as he reached for her own clothing, trying to remove it. Ears pulled back, causing the gray one to step forward. Her own hands reached out for his arms, fighting to pull him off the bandaged woman before he could get much off her, "The fuck you crazy mutt. There is nothing to see. She's a luperci just like the rest of us."

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POSTED: Thu May 23, 2019 6:31 pm

Fumbling and clawing at the clothing that protected the patchy coyote, the man carried on a constant stream of repetition. "Show you, show you, show you," he said through his breath, over and over, while the Vicar struggled against his attempts to peel away her cloak and her scarf and her shawl. Paninya lunged forward when the man attacked, tugging and slashing and biting fruitlessly at him while he carried on muttering: "Show you, show you, show you."

It wasn't until Dahlia stepped fiercely in that, with the three of them fighting against his advanced size and weight together, Evelyn was able to break free with little more than a tear in her cloak that scraped the flesh beneath. Upon breaking away from the clothed woman, a wail erupted from the throat of the crazed dog and he rounded on the women with an air of indignation. "What do you know? NOTHING! You'll dieYOU'LLDIE!" he roared, his words running together while the volume of his voice increased. Holding his head between his hands, his fingers buried in the mane at his temples, the dog turned away and panted.

After a brief glimpse at her torn cloak, the Vicar adjusted the lay of her clothing and wrinkled her nose until her yellowing teeth gleamed. She sneezed unhappily, her eyes still fixed menacingly at the dog. "This loco lickspittle ain't worth shit," she growled, looking from the man to Paninya to Dahlia. "Let's go." Evelyn gave a final icy glower at the lunatic before she turned her back and started away.

While Evelyn expanded the distance between herself and the man, Paninya followed slowly, hanging back in order to keep her eyes on the crazy mutt until they got safely away. "What a weirdo," she commented lightly to Dahlia, rolling her eyes as she had seen the other woman do.

The dog, meanwhile, swayed and, eventually, staggered off in the opposite direction, his voice audible but his words indiscernible.

OOC: It was perfect! We could probably end with your next reply unless you have any ideas to keep it going! :D

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POSTED: Sun May 26, 2019 6:17 pm

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained
Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost

OOC: We can go ahead and end this here. +300 words.

The crazed dog was a bit unpredictable, though through all his rambling, his attention did seem to remain on Evelyn, doing his very best to try and remove her clothing from her body. I made things.. a bit easier to say the least. At least with how focused he was, he wasn't trying to turn on either of the other two women trying to assist the Vicar, trying to push them away so that he could give his so called 'proof'.

The gray coyote's ears turned back as the male turned his attention to her. It had taken some work, but the three of them together were able to get him off... but of course since she had been the last one to join in, she was the one getting yelled at. Once he was done raising his voice at her, she took a step back, letting her lips curl up slightly, "You don't know anything about us. None of us are going to die, and if we do it certainly isn't going to be by your crazy rantings."

Green gaze followed the male as he stepped away before joining the other females, whom had already turned the opposite direction. She gave a nod to the Vicar's statement. There was little point in spending anymore time here when this was not going to get them anywhere.

Dahlia gave another glane over her shoulder before her attention snapped back over to Paninya. She gave another nod, "Completely crazy. He's not worth any more of our time." With that, the three of them were on their way, leaving the man to ramble on with himself, waiting for anyone else to wander by who might have more curiosity to listen than any of them.

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