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pull up the intruder by the root of the weed - Drusk - May 14, 2024
The midday sun left no shelter for the boy. He lay in the center of the pit with his mouth open, his dry tongue lolling out; dust coated him almost entirely. The spot where he'd pissed along the wall and beneath the visitor's plinth had dried up as if nothing had happened at all; and the Tiger Woman never returned.
He was delirious. Squinting beneath the spotlight of summer sun, suffering the effects of sunstroke—he thought he heard a skittering sound but did not have the energy to even shift an ear.
RE: pull up the intruder by the root of the weed - Legend - May 15, 2024
Toy! New toy! And Legend up here, while he is down there! Drooling and laid out like dying livestock from the plains. Legend laid at the pit with crossed arms and a smile on her face. Loser! Loser! If he was dying, he did not die yet. Should he live, well, she would not know that either. Soaked hides and moss were present to give the boy water, and Legend was not far from them.
He could go a little longer.
A wicked idea within her head, her smile grew wider, childish, if only to reel a reaction from the man, and then, "PBBBBT!" she wriggled her tongue!
He could go a little longer.
A wicked idea within her head, her smile grew wider, childish, if only to reel a reaction from the man, and then, "PBBBBT!" she wriggled her tongue!
RE: pull up the intruder by the root of the weed - Drusk - May 16, 2024
His breathing was at a purely autonomic level as he lay there. Someone might have thought he was asleep. Flies buzzed around his body, landing here or there upon his face, and lingered. A buzzard had taken notice of this body and the wolf lingering above it on the ledge, and circled lazily upon the higher, hotter air.
Would it get a meal today?
The sound of the wolf blowing a raspberry earned a crackling grunt. He opens his eyes a sliver and one of the flies lifts and spirals before his lashes, landing further, on his snout.
Drusk lifts from where he's laying—not entirely aware he is doing it—and takes a few steps towards the wall, and sinks to his haunches again, then flattens to his belly in a fresh sprawl.
Maybe, maybe...
RE: pull up the intruder by the root of the weed - Legend - May 18, 2024
Legends head dangled over the edge. He was crawling around. Like a bug. All tiny down there, and wriggling excessively when he tried. The buzzards were starved and sitting about overhead. The flies swarmed, and the scent of death was an awaiting musk of 'when'.
Her lip pushed into a pout, and her wrists dangled lazily above. Softening eyes, maybe of disappointment before care. There was no telling with her. Sad, bored. A genuine question then asked that had no right to be pure when its nature needed to be sinful. "Are you dying down there?"
Her lip pushed into a pout, and her wrists dangled lazily above. Softening eyes, maybe of disappointment before care. There was no telling with her. Sad, bored. A genuine question then asked that had no right to be pure when its nature needed to be sinful. "Are you dying down there?"
RE: pull up the intruder by the root of the weed - Drusk - May 21, 2024
Are you dying down there?
He did not know what the words were, nor was he cognizant of the sentiment they carried; only that there were sounds, and there was a presence. The boy suffered; he had come here out of curiosity and now lay wasting away in a pit, and for all of his blundering he still believed himself capable of freedom.
The urging of the voice, the movement of thin wrists over the stone ledge, both brought his attention up. His eyes rolled in their sockets.
Joli..nik,he begged,
...indelat eveth.
RE: pull up the intruder by the root of the weed - Legend - June 03, 2024
"HEH?"
What was he saying? Prisoner words, probably. Like, 'I need water,' or 'I need food', or 'let me out, I'm sick,' or 'help, I'm dying'. You know, the kind of words that rotted the wood of her head and was better off dead, dead, dead!
Legend swung her wrists, watched lazily, uncaring, bored and tired from a day of nonsensical border patrolling. The enclosure smelled foul the closer her face dipped into the crater of it. Resting gently her cheek upon her paw, she waited, quiet. Patching fur. Dust-rolled. A path looped in circles by tired and wearing claws. Ra would do that, and the mesa, the desert, would tumble even the mightiest of men. This man, not a mighty one, and not even a man.
Rising to her feet, she disappeared, leaving Drusk for dead.
The minutes would continue to pass. Starvation worked slowly. Over the course of days before hours or minutes, but minutes would clock down to the failure of organs, your own exhaustion. Just how long you might stay asleep from your riddance of energy, before you awoke to your skin and bones. Drusk would reach that point in due time. And if he could believe it in eventual hysteria, his eyes would open to a torn deer leg, plump at the shoulder. She dropped to her stomach again, and watched for a second time.
What was he saying? Prisoner words, probably. Like, 'I need water,' or 'I need food', or 'let me out, I'm sick,' or 'help, I'm dying'. You know, the kind of words that rotted the wood of her head and was better off dead, dead, dead!
Legend swung her wrists, watched lazily, uncaring, bored and tired from a day of nonsensical border patrolling. The enclosure smelled foul the closer her face dipped into the crater of it. Resting gently her cheek upon her paw, she waited, quiet. Patching fur. Dust-rolled. A path looped in circles by tired and wearing claws. Ra would do that, and the mesa, the desert, would tumble even the mightiest of men. This man, not a mighty one, and not even a man.
Rising to her feet, she disappeared, leaving Drusk for dead.
The minutes would continue to pass. Starvation worked slowly. Over the course of days before hours or minutes, but minutes would clock down to the failure of organs, your own exhaustion. Just how long you might stay asleep from your riddance of energy, before you awoke to your skin and bones. Drusk would reach that point in due time. And if he could believe it in eventual hysteria, his eyes would open to a torn deer leg, plump at the shoulder. She dropped to her stomach again, and watched for a second time.