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Mount Oromocto

POSTED: Fri Jul 27, 2018 4:56 pm

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Scaling Mount Oromocto, nearing noon. Maria hasn't spoken to anyone in several months.

Maria felt the sun begin to grow warm against her back. She had been climbing the steep slope all morning and the strain of the climb was beginning to weigh on her bones. Normally, she would've taken the challenge on all fours, cresting the slope with the endurance only a wild animal could endure. She took that form rarely these days, knowing the company that surrounded her.

Nova Scotia had proven a unique challenge for survival, so different from her life in the high desert where the conditions were the most dangerous thing she faced. Here, it was great packs and factions that waged war against each other freely through the territories. It made sense to be humanoid here, it was a part of the culture. So, Maria had laid low throughout the winter and spring, scraping by until the summer's bounty arrived.

Still, the past seasons showed their effects on her body. Her once thick, lustrous coat was dull and ragged, retaining patches of her winter fur. She had survived though. And now her nose lead her up a slope to what she hoped was carrion. During the winter months, she hadn't been above feasting on those that were weaker than her. Even now that live food was more abundant, the promise of an easy meal was enticing.

Maria was panting by the time she found the carcass. It was already crowded with flies and picked over by faster scavengers. She paused a few meters from the kill, making sure she was alone before shuffling forward in a low crouch. The smell was overwhelming but she pried one of the animal's stiff legs toward her and dug into whatever soft tissue she could find. It tasted foul but after a few more mouthfuls she settled into a rhythm of gorging herself.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 31, 2018 2:42 am

[[Hope you don't mind a Lupus Ez. :3]]

Today had been a solo mission. Arrow was fantastic with Magni and even Bygul warmed up to him now. The boy had become something of a homebody, or as much as one could be when your home was a nomadic campsite. Despite terrain, he'd set the camp the same way, and even worked to make sure Ezra's gear was ready when it was time to work. The slender dogman was so grateful that the boy had chosen to endeavor with him, rather than falling to the life of a lowly thief that might have him starving. Ezra couldn't say much for his dictation, though. The boy was... eccentric in that field, but that didn't make him lesser because of it.

The high mountain was known for it's over-looking sentience on Nova Scotia's Northern lands, and Ezra made it a point to travel up it's slope to get a good eye as to where would be the best place to start the search in the soon coming days. Knowing that there wasn't much good in bringing Fantasy up the slope, and the fact that there might be hare up there he could bring home, brought Ezra up the mountainside in a very different skin.

His lean body was made for efficient movement, and in Lupus, the man could go for miles at a nice pace without getting too dreadfully tired. The endurance of constant travel made this trip all the more easier, since he was able to climb the slopes without having to watch out for trade goods, wagon axles and horses the whole time.

What he did come upon, however, wasn't something as pleasant as the scenery of Nova Scotia's lands below. It was the ripe scent of death under his nose, and to mention, all around him. The thick cake of rot made the summer's air that much more heavy, but where there was something to eat, there were scavengers. The idea of a raptor or a wild chicken brought back home for dinner would thrill them all and make the day's of search more productive for them all, not just Ezra.

When the unsightly corpse finally displayed before his eyes, he couldn't say he was too happy to see a canine on it's leg already. While survival was certainly a thing, Ezra knew himself to find scavenging at the bottom of his list when it came for necessary meals. The signs of want did seem on this woman's pelt as well. Rather than crawl off and leave her be to her rotting meal, Ezra couldn't find it in his heart to leave her without, if he could help. Moving out of the brush, he opted to make a noisy arrival rather than a sudden outburst of a hello. He didn't know this soul, and he'd gauge the situation as it would play out. He did know that he could outrun her, and that was the only reason that had him more courageous than naught.
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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 2:40 pm

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Hello! Maria doesn't know how to compute

Maria zeroed in on eating, eating quickly. The rancid meat was filling and despite being picked over, there was more than enough for her stomach to swell. A meal like this could hold her over for several days, though much of that time would be spent sleeping off the massive meal. She was thinking of her long sleepy days when cracking branches caught her attention.

Her hackles began to rise. She knew that she would have company, already vultures circled above. She squared herself in front of the carrion, a low growl rising from the back of her throat. It was a coyote snarl, so it wasn't as intimidating as she hoped it would be.

The form in front of her was clearly a dog with thick fur that made him look rather large. She wasn't so feral that she didn't recognize that he didn't look too interested in her meal. Maria knew how she looked and how others looked down on feeding on the dead. She swallowed what was left in her mouth, no longer eating but staring this stranger down. Her lip twitched, driven by instinct to snarl and protect or flee down the mountain she had climbed. Though neither of these drives felt like they fit the situation, so for a moment she crouched, completely still, watching him.

"What do you want?" She eventually barked out. She hastily tore off another mouthful. The slower she ate, the more she felt the weight of the food she had already eaten. She pulled the leg away from the rotting corpse. The tendons and joints had decayed or loosened enough for it to be an easy task. She'd be ready to at least take something with her if this went south.

Maria futilely tried to wipe at the blood crusted around her jaw to no avail. "Well?" She huffed, sinking low to the ground, using the body as a kind of barrier.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 10:42 pm

The sheer feral nature of the woman brought Ezra to waver just slightly. Weight shifted on his back legs, one svelte paw lifted, muscles coiling in his haunches, if he needed to turn tail and get out of here. A small coyote rumbled fit the woman's throat, but after emerald eyes looked him over, only silence filled the space between them.

A demanding question slipped her maw and she took the leg in maw, pulling it from the cadaver in which she had feasted. She was prepping food to go, it looked like, and Ezra paid mind to give her no dominant posture. He was here by neutral means and would ensure that his pose dictated so. Her second vocalization brought his mouth to part, less more time be wasted in his silence,” I had expected more birds on this corpse, but I had come to find only you,” Spoken in such a way that finding her wasn't a poor fortune, but the fact that there weren't other scavengers to take out was the true misfortune. Even still, she guarded her meal.

“I come with an offer, stranger,” His voice primed in a little less neutral and now a warmer tone,” If you feast on and aged meal, I can only assume you haven't been able to come by something fresh in some time,” It was a honest truth, but even still, survival graded those on what they were willing to do to make it through alive,” I'm healthy and well. Swift. I can fetch you something more fresh, if you'd want it?”

The good nature wasn't always something that others appreciated, and Ezra was ready to bugger off should she demand it. Some folks just didn't want to be messed with, and should she ask, he wouldn't press. Yet, his picking up of the downtrodden had become something of his purpose while he waited and searched for Fiora. If he could help those that he stumbled on, should they need it, he would be more than happy to accept the fair karma of what might come later," No price, no expectation of something in return."
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