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p. Skoll | Flanders Field

POSTED: Wed Oct 11, 2017 3:25 pm

[ 000 ] » Set in Flanders Field, for Skoll. Date is flexible.

The setting sun glinted off of the little flat rocks, etched with words, casting shadows over the field as if the dead were rising, crawling out of their graves making very little headway – but they had all the time in the world, right? The clouds, releasing their tears earlier that day, now decorated the sky with hues of pink and orange, and behind them, bright blue. A tan-colored hand brushed over each of these stones as Szenne walked through, eyeing the chipped rocks, the ones that fractured the names forever carved into the stone, turning Shumacher into Schuma or Robertson into Roberts. There were large chunks that littered the flourishing grass around these flat, decorative rocks, and Szenne was careful to not step on them. She tried to imagine the bodies underneath the grass, underneath her feet. Would they still have been there or have they been eaten by the dirt, the insects beneath?

Picking one out of random, with the sun to her back, Szenne crouched in front of a headstone that read Crum and traced the shallow words with her claw. Being uneducated, the woman could not read the words, but she found them interesting all the same, wishing to know more of their importance by either clues or ideas.


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POSTED: Thu Oct 12, 2017 4:59 pm

A field of dead poppies and weeds sprawled before Skoll, who walked through the overgrown cemetery with soft, almost reverent steps, his fingers reaching out to trace a half-broken cross and stare down at the rubble pensively.

Because the goddamn tombstones were at perfect height to smash into his shin.

Already he’d had to bite down on a curse he wouldn’t have wanted Galilee hearing, not that Skoll was usually shy about that. Instead, chirping crickets and other soft night-sounds made him skulk more quietly through the fields than he might have otherwise. The quiet graveyard was close to allies, but Skoll knew that dangers lurked in the nighttime wilderness, and he was for once not in the mood to get into a fight. He could enjoy a late jaunt every once in a while without causing trouble, couldn’t he?

In reality, he’d ventured out early in the day and almost immediately gotten into a scuffle with a merchant who’d clocked him on the head with a beer bottle, and Skoll still rubbed at the fresh scab from time to time. He was trying to be quiet because his head was pounding, too.

Stupid shivering desert rat.

He squinted and sniffed the air when he saw a figure crouched ahead, though the setting sun was in his eyes. A female wolf, he smelled, with no allegiance to any packs or people that he knew of. He knew that she’d be able to see him before he made out her features, so with a grimace and scrunched up eyes, he raised a hand to offer a neutral wave.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 20, 2017 12:42 am

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These stone slabs were interesting, a different kind of thing that she found in the depths of Halifax. They brought a different kind of wonder, a different kind of question to her mind, though reflecting on it now, she supposed the question was not so different from the one she could ask about the large, stone and brick structures dotting almost every inch of Halifax: what was their purpose?

Crickets chirped gently around her, and she spied a large, black, long-legged insect begin to crawl along the base of the headstone she studied. Her green eyes followed it, wanting it to crawl upwards and fit itself into one of the long, straight grooves in the stone face like a cigarette kept it a compact little box. But instead the insect crawled around the side of the flat-faced stone and disappeared.

That’s when she heard the footfalls.

Casting a glance over her shoulder, she spied the light coat of a man walking towards her. Instinctually, Szenne reached for her dagger, holding the hilt tightly, but the man waved at her – a gesture Szenne was not used to in Halifax. In a neutral ground with nothing valuable to grapple for, she supposed a meeting between two different Luperci was a lot less hostile. She stood in place and faced the man, studying him as he drew closer, taking in everything. It was much nicer to look at him than Ronan all the time.

”And I thought I was the only one who liked hangin out in a field of teeth.”


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POSTED: Thu Nov 02, 2017 1:26 pm

The loner reached for a weapon on her hip, and Skoll tensed. He rolled his broad shoulders back when he dropped his hand and advanced, a cocky saunter that hid most of the instinctual tension. He was a big, unfamiliar man approaching a lone lady on neutral ground, and as long as an attitude didn't flare up from the she-wolf, he didn't want to even suggest trouble. He stopped a polite distance from her and let his thick tail wag behind him.

My shins love it, let me tell you, he drawled sarcastically. But I patrol around here and the rest of the southlands sometimes. Keep an eye out for scoundrels. He looked her over pointedly as if to suggest that she was a part of the rabble. You wouldn't happen to know if there are troublemakers hiding out here, would you? he teased, then glanced at the nearest tombstone and took a seat on the square rise of cement and stone. His claw flicked a bit of moss off its edge.


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THEY BUILT YOU UP AND BROKE YOU DOWN AGAIN
SO NOW YOU HOPE TO BEAT THE SURF IN

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POSTED: Sat Nov 04, 2017 4:18 am

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Seeing that the man hadn’t intended to immediately incapacitate her for her goods (she didn’t have any on her anyway), she released the handle of her dagger and relaxed her arms. He stopped a respectable distance from her, which helped ease her tension. Szenne continued to look him over and take in his scent. A Courian, eh?

”Not hidin, not today,” Szenne snickered. If the man had found her near her home, she would’ve been a world of trouble for him, but on neutral grounds far from the warehouse, she was amicable and not threatening. He didn’t have to worry about her trying to bury her dagger into his other eye today. ”Ya find a lotta scoundrels ‘round this way?” Outside of Halifax, she didn’t really know what the rest of those Luperci did. She knew she lived in one of the hotspots for scavenging, but the warehouse itself had no useful bits inside – despite what everyone seemed to think. When they left the warehouse and Halifax, where did most of them go? Were they Courians like this man or did they go to different packs?


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