sassafras roots.

Barrett · 11-14-2011, 10:46 AM

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Tentatively backdated to the 12^th, if that's alright with Crystal c:

Anathema had proven a welcome retreat from the city, but a two night vacation could not undue months of relative pressure and confinement. He wasn't ready to go back to those cold, blocky structures he called home just yet. It wasn't that he felt dispassionate about his little corner of Halifax — nay, he was rather fond of it: the privacy; the gardens' vivacious summertime colours; the sweet perfume of lavender and sage that permeated the entire area, spring through autumn; the way the light glistened from Naniko's crystals; the supernatural glow of the fireflies, Jack O'Lantern mushrooms, and his Dyakia snails; even the reward of effort well spent in grounds maintenance and construction — but now there was no work to be done, and the plants were withered and wasted for winter. While the greenhouses thrived year-round and he always had his watchdogs' company, it wasn't enough to hold him over all season.

And so, Barry passed the nights following his stay in the mountainside pack under the stars. In the waning daylight hours he ambled aimlessly through the forest, often high on some drug or another. This morning, he awoke at the base of a naked oak on a bed of dried leaves. He squinted with citrine eyes at the sun, trying to discern the rough time of day based on its position. It was shortly before noon. The hybrid yawned and peered lazily at his surroundings — what would this day bring? The two past felt like a blur. Before he could piece something together, his stomach spoke for him. It gurgled with such vigour he supposed any food in the area might hear it and clear out before he even got a chance to hunt, but the lonely song of a solitary bird continued undaunted, reassuring him his imagination was simply over-active. He rose quietly to his feet — a lethargic, drawn out action — and shook some of the debris from his coat. It seemed to rouse his senses a bit, for a good whiff of the air told him two things: firstly that he was very near Inferni, and second, that a group of something edible and delicious was, too. Too bad alone and sort of hungover he probably wouldn't stand a chance.

Without another moment's pause, the quadruped marked the base of the tree (so he could locate the backpack strung up in it later) and turned north in the direction of the clan. Maybe Zeke (or Valkyrie or Sage or whoever) would be down for a hunt — the animals were technically on neutral grounds, so it couldn't hurt to ask.

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