Blessings in raindrops
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Date: 30 April

Setting: Sable et Rivages. Halifax

Time: Morning, around 9am

Character Form: Optime
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<3 Here we are. It's a bit later than I wanted it to be, but it's here. Big Grin


The day was cold and drizzly, a marked contrast from the day before. Yesterday had been warm, the birds had been singing, and the world had looked mighty nice. Today... Well, today's weather went to show that you could not trust Spring. Désirée cast a dark look out the door of the mall she was standing in as a roll of thunder boomed overhead. This was not her only destination within the shopping complex, though, and for that she was grateful. The less she had to be out, the better. She had been in this store before, or one very similar. It was huge, more than large enough for its purpose, but a glance about the room was sufficient to explain why the builders had left so much space.


Desi was standing in a store that had once sold clothing, weapons, and gear for the human hunters; plenty of this still lined the lower walls and stood in racks and shelves on the floor. But above, where one would have only expected bare walls, were the mounted heads of elk, moose, deer of many species, as well as what appeared to be full bodied pheasants, quail, small mammals, and fish so large the colliewolf did not think she would be able to hold them without assistance. And that was not even counting the stained wood support that held the fish to the walls!


The girl had been more than entranced by these mounts the first time she entered the place, but now she was on a bit of a mission. She wanted more arrows, and thought that maybe if she looked just a little harder, perhaps she could find a few that she had missed. She was also considering purchasing more clothing of the ilk suitable for working in so that she could have back-up clothing if something happened to the overalls she had. She at least would pick up another bag, so she could bring an empty container to put things in if she did not use it today. She also had never picked up a quiver for her arrows, which made hunting incommodious at best.


As she looked through the large hiker's backpacks, Desi glanced out the window, nearly went on without pause and then looked out again. Had she seen what she thought she had? The girl thought she saw a tawny figure across the human street from the building she was in, but she could not be sure. She made for the exit, stopping to grab an umbrella from one of the floor-mounted stands as she went. If there was someone out there, she wanted to know about them before they could ambush her.

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Sorry for taking so long, this past week has been such a nightmare.



Wet was one of the most terrible states of existence, as far as Ammet was concerned. Wet made everything worse. Wet made cold bitter and heat oppressing, wet made clothes heavy, and wet always brought with it disease and rot. Most of all wet was a generally unnatural state of existence, or at least it was back on the banks of the Nile. In Europe, on the high seas, and especially in Nova Scotia this day, wet was the norm. Still, he never enjoyed the wet.


He had wanted to go to Halifax before the rain solidified his choice. As far as he knew, Halifax was one of the true remaining human settlements. He was sure he would find texts and artifacts to keep him intrigued at least for a little while. Beyond that, there was fish. Ammet is a peculiar fellow in that he never formally learned how to hunt. He had tried his hand a few times with varied results, but his staple diet has been and always will be fish. He knows fish well, and he has developed quite the taste in his seasons. This day, as far as he was concerned, belonged to the fish. His innards ached and begged for the oily ichor, his nose stung with the pungent aroma, in his hunger he was even looking forward to the slime and scales. The rain did not dampen his mood, in spite of his hatred of it. In fact, this was one of the few times he was thankful for a rain storm.


His enthusiasm made him careless. Saliva practically fell from his lips like the rain as his gray cloak billowed behind him. He was soaked through in his steady trot and an old, timeworn net was ready in his left hand. He was careless, not nearly observant enough of predation as he made his single minded march for the ocean; his starved form would have made easy pickings for a would be brigand. He had a predatory gleam in his eye.


It would be difficult to say why he slowed down exactly when he did; he certainly had little reason to. Maybe he caught glimpse of something useful out of the corner of his eye, a new net or pole? Maybe he had too little energy left to keep up the pace. Or maybe something unfathomable just made him stop. Either way, he was there, in front of what was once a human hunting store, staring dumbly into the window. The reprise soon began anew however, and he was off to the ocean. He knew his net would be enough to feed him, and this good storm would not last forever.



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