Saint Nothing

For the Dovester

POSTED: Sat Jul 08, 2017 1:26 pm

Another silent hour.
Another golden mile.
Prompt: An old hunting horn, spoils of the first Boreas war, collects dust in storage -- but it still works! The horn is great for sounding the alarm, alerting others to your position on long hunts, and making a heckuva lot of noise for fun.

Nowadays, Redtooth's spontaneous raids of the mansion's storage room were far less frequent. The novelty of being able to take most everything he wanted without Harosheth breathing down his neck had nearly worn away. It just wasn't as exciting as it used to be. In fact, the whole thing was starting to feel boring. Nothing ever changed. The same old stuff in the storage room was the same old stuff that had been there the previous day -- and would be for the next. At this point, Redtooth had mapped it all out and had seen everything there is to see.

...Apart from one dusty and dark corner, obscured by a box of miscellaneous cookware.

Redtooth cast the box aside, sliding it across the dirty wood floor, and found something interesting situated behind it. An inconspicuous horn collected dust, forgotten among the rest of the junk. As with all things that caught Redtooth's attention, he took the horn for himself. He turned the horn around in both hands, inspecting it before pursing his lips and giving the narrow end a hard blow.

Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk.

The jarring sound echoed through the storage room. Oh, this is too good, Redtooth thought to himself. Just then, he was stricken with a fresh idea. He tucked the horn into his jacket pocket, and he left the mansion behind.

It was midday and sunny, so Redtooth knew, somewhere, Dove would be doing something sufficiently zen, be it yoga or whatever those hippy types do. It sure would be funny if something were to, say, interrupt that. Straying from the open fields, Redtooth kept to the brush in a poor attempt to conceal himself as he tried to find at least one good target.

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Ryan
Luperci Creatore Mate to Narcissa I HAVE A BIG HEAD AND LITTLE ARMS

POSTED: Mon Jul 10, 2017 6:40 pm

She was, in fact, performing just as Redtooth would sarcastically expect her to. Dove had been up bright and early that morning to walk the borders four-legged, west to east starting from her Folly Lake dugout. She stopped at the Styx and the glade to rest before turning around, but never left; it was the herbs she spotted on the edge of Hypnos that lured her in, but the glade itself that captured her. The Reverie breathed the fresh air, smelled at the flowers, collected the herbs into piles. Stretched. Sang, for a while, when she was quite certain she was alone and far enough in not to be heard.

She wished River Lark could see such a place in full blossom. They had arrived in winter, and he had disappeared when the snow had only become thicker. He would have loved this place.

The Sciens became caught up with that quiet grief again. Dove took fast to her breathing exercises, and sat by the water stacking rocks into columns and skipping pebbles across the surface to busy her mind. Having left without clothes she wore nothing, and was eased into a stronger state of mind by her perceived proximity to the earth surrounding. She folded her knees and closed her eyes, relishing peace. Until her mind closed by meditation, she wondered if somewhere, very far away, her father and mother were meditating too—if it might connect them over the thousands of miles.

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POSTED: Fri Jul 21, 2017 5:17 pm

Another silent hour.
Another golden mile.

Despite Redtooth's non-intuitive nature, he found Dove easily enough after following her scent down to the glade. Redtooth did his best to stay down wind and out of sight -- crouching down and moving as quietly as he could -- but he wasn't that much of a graceful sneaker. Branches broke often under foot. Every time the dry crack of wood reached his ears after an all too heavy step, Redtooth froze and stared wide eyed at Dove with the hope that he remained unnoticed.

But to Redtooth's relief, she was not so easily shaken. So when he was sure that he could safely return to the sneaky skitter step of his movements, Redtooth got himself into hiding as soon as he could. He hid behind a bush not too far away. Through the thrush, he had an adequate vantage point to watch as Dove did her thing by the stream.

For a while, Redtooth found himself watching with rapt attention. He didn't much understand yoga or the point it had -- it all just seemed like fancy stretching to him -- but his eyes lingered on Dove's form as she arched her back and bent forward. She wore nothing and bore everything for Redtooth to watch in secret. He felt like he was being a peeping Tom... but then Redtooth figured that, right then, he kinda was.

Then, remembering the prank at hand, Redtooth forced himself to tear his gaze away from Dove's ass to reach for the hunting horn in his jacket pocket. He hunched down and hunkered in, raising the horn to his lips in preparation, but he did not yet blow. Instead, he would wait for the optimal time; he would wait for her to contort herself in some precarious position... and then! he would blow.

Redtooth could not help but grin with self satisfaction. This was perfect.

As Dove began changing positions, Redtooth took his opportunity. He shut his eyes and blew as hard as he could. A deafening BARRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO sounded from the bush like a fog horn. It was so loud that Redtooth could hardly hear Dove splash into the stream over the sound.

Permission to powerplay granted!
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Ryan
Luperci Creatore Mate to Narcissa I HAVE A BIG HEAD AND LITTLE ARMS

POSTED: Wed Jul 26, 2017 7:17 pm

The stress began to melt from her bones, like streamwater through her otherwise dry hair and fur, with the stretch of muscle and intentional emptiness of mind. Dove envisioned meadows and seas, springtime pastels and autumntime auburns, and lost herself in the whirlwind of color. Perhaps, even, she had drifted off upright and without notice, a victim to peace of mind as was becoming increasingly rare in her daily life.

She was in the stream and soaked before she understood what had happened. Her ears were ringing, her heart was pounding, and she was quite certain she'd shrieked but had been unable to hear it. Big-eyed and fearful for her life she twisted wildly in the water and glanced every direction, already in the process of shifting to her faster, fleeter form as she did so, ready to escape.

Her senses caught up to her and she breathed in deep through her nostrils. Her eyes, once mortified, thinned. Redtooth.

Dove wasn't the most fond of him, but what there had been, was now a lot less. Lips curled, the white coyote dived snarling at the brush from where the sound had come.

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