Clenching my jagged jaws over the capture

Waynescott | Apr 28th

POSTED: Sun May 12, 2019 5:56 pm

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Back out into the world for a wander, through the strange, wide wilderness which was as untamed as her head was filled with sentence after sentence that was not her own. The elements that were not her own came into play when she saw smoke wading through the air past the budding treetops skyward and forward to the cloudy blanket of sky. The strong stench of arabica over an open flame came streaking to the coydog’s nostrils too as she drew closer on two legs, slate ears rising to the sound of firewood cracking under pressure.

Mystery came to the back of a birch tree that twisted strangely off to one side, and keeping herself low peered to the camp where a man busied himself preparing joe. Then Crowley’s curiosity came bleeding out in a hiss of ‘watch but not seen’ that made her flesh crawl, but still she had to obey that end all be all matriarchal call. The cherub eyed the limbs above with the complacency of lakewater and something much darker where the thunder clouds rolled and demons licked their twitching lips, then with one short hop she’d gripped a low-bearing branch and began to climb. Mystery went as quickly and quietly as her strong hands let her ascend, and when she’d reached a good height, almost directly above the camp. The birch hands swayed, and the wind prodded the roiling smoke into her eyes. She coughed a single cough from the back of her throat where the phlegm had risen. Sticky strands of spit flung out her jaws and sailed down to the camp below before she could close shut her cool gray lips.
all the toys, and the tools in the box.
all the noise, all the voices never stop.

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Daniel
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POSTED: Thu May 16, 2019 5:06 pm

A tune hummed hoarsely beneath charcoal maw. His nose moved this way and that, setting up the morning routine as the fire simmered the water in a percolator resting in the stones by the coals. Sure, he could have been back to Drygrass by now, but there was a great deal that had all gone down and he was a bit on edge. The good, the bad and the ugly had all shown their faces, and Wayne still wasn't sure what to make of it all. Sooty digits rubbed on his tired eyes, the piercing and anxious icy blue splitting the dark features of his face.

Cochise wast just beside him, but was completely oblivious as to how Wayne was dealing with everything that had gone down. How he wished he could be so blissfully unaware, like that horse. The man couldn't hate the beast. Cochise had saved his life many times now, even within Nova Scotia. From his face to his throat, his hand slowly embarrassed the heartbeat he could fill beneath the thing skin. Too close. Too many times.

He sighed and leaned back, folding his hands over his chest and closing his eyes with his nose turned up toward the sky. He needed to relax. Maybe heading back to Drygrass would have been a better idea? John and Boone were always full of piss and vinegar. They always made for a good time. His hummed tune grew louder as he envisioned himself away, where him and the boys could go off and cause trouble to ease his mind.

Blissful nostalgia was disgustingly interrupted by a noise and a wetness that slapped against his face. He grimaced as the moisture slid down the side of his face, from his eye to his cheek, and groaned. Really? A bird got him? Right now of all times? He'd not recognized the cough as being anything more than something Cochise was up to. Peeking one eye open, he sought the sight of the damn fowl creature,” I bet ya taste pretty good with coffee,” He teased, but blue eyes split wide open when he spotted the body above him. That wasn't a bird. It was a dog!

“Hey!” He hollered out as he scrambled to his feet. Cochise started at the sudden noise and Wayne's fast movements, rearing up and dropping a whole heap of stuff on the ground,” The hell you doin' here?” He yelled at the top of his lungs, his beautiful solace bastardized for who knows how long. Reaching down to the rope that piled on the ground, he worked with deft hands and made a lasso in record time. With the Drygrass Posse and The Cartel with so many issues lately, he was already throwing that lasso before he dared to wait for an answer.


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POSTED: Fri May 17, 2019 4:53 pm

She was up there above the ground, clinging for dear life like an oversized tree rat as she was spotted and called upon for an explanation. But their half half brains flailing, swarming around for an answer without success came back with blank stares and a stuttering mumble that made her case unclear. Not that it mattered, because the next thing that happened cut through all explanation like a knife, a lasso whipping up quickly to snag a foot that dangled lightly from the branch on which she rested. Then the world went every direction as the coydog was yanked, and tumbled to the earth like one of her paper birds that could not fly, not on the highest winds.

Mystery struck bottom, whimpering lightly at the fall she’d endured and began to look about with the scrambled focus of someone shaken, stirred and remarkably scared. She trembled with the fear of a leaf before the storm, kicking at the hold at her ankle, trying to get free to no avail. Crawling as far away from the one who’d brought her crashing down, grabbing grass and little stones to hurl in his direction in a flurry of panic, wailing bloody murder all the while. “W-what? Heck! Get! G.-get away fr-from me you nasty nasty demon man!”
all the toys, and the tools in the box.
all the noise, all the voices never stop.

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Daniel
Luperci Belle of the spookiest ball!
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