gunslinger

Kaena Lykoi · 04-11-2010, 07:33 AM

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Eheeeee. Fallout 3 references make me happyyyyy. >_> How bout you?! Big Grin

It had been just days since the hybrid had been out this way last, but the coyote woman found the desire to return to this desolate little stretch of land. It was quiet here, there were few canines out this way—the first time she was out here, she had just seen Cassius hanging around in the little gas station, and they'd talked for some time. That had been a good thing, as the coyote woman hadn't even met the other man face-to-face up until that point, and he'd been a member within the clan for quite some time now. Then again, such things were excusable in the face of wartime—there was a lot more to occupy her time nowadays.

Still, the coyote desired to get away from it sometimes, and there was some truth in keeping this border secure—she had contemplated heading across the sea to meet Dahlia, why shouldn't they think the same and cross the bay and come from the west? Things had been quiet the last few days, though, and the coyote woman did not know what to make of it. She patrolled the borders, vigilant as ever, but nothing was happening—it was reassuring and maddening, both at the same time. She had walked along the beach, meandering northward for some time, keeping to the highway before it was a highway, when it was little more than a dirt path in the road. Perhaps it had been paved at some point, perhaps not—the coyote didn't know. The only thing that seemed to keep it a path at all were the various prints strewn across it, the scents of different animals which still used this manmade route of transportation.

The coyote was glad to see the gas station again remembering finding Cass there—she had seen the other one, the one much further northward the last time she'd come out this way. That time she had been completely alone and left to think for a while. It had been some time since the silvery Centurion had been able to stand herself and her own thoughts long enough to sort anything out, but this time it was different—the silence and the aloneness had helped her to think and figure some things out. Heading for Jacko's, the coyote woman caught a very familiar, very fresh scent—Corona. Her nose to the ground, she followed after it, though strangely enough it led to Jacko's anyway. Padding forward, the silver-furred coyote peered into the dimly-lit building, trying to see through the dust obscuring the insides. “Corona?” she asked into the shadows, waiting for her single eye to adjust to the different light.

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