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wrong time small crime - Sam - July 10, 2025
The wilds had served up a summer storm. Rain and thunder murmured secretively, making celestial plans that were beyond the clearance level of mere mortals.
Sam, one such lowly creature, had taken shelter where the leggy pines wore their dense skirts of green needles high. The moss ten feet below was only slightly damp - the few brave droplets that made it through the vertical obstacle course deserved their bed.
The sound was soothing. But Sam was not soothed. @Visala and @Kirain slumbered nearby, having used a good portion of the day's energy on convincing a screaming Sam that the shadows were in fact just that.
But he was not convinced. Not really. The Huldra lurked in every crevice, stalked him behind every tree. He had to do something - repent, protect himself, something.
Sam got quietly to his feet, grimacing when his bruised ribs made themselves known. He gave the snoozing girls a quick look before creeping away, nose skimming the moss, intent on finding the thing that ol' Cackle had been known to eat so that she might commune with the forest on a spiritual level. Sam needed to speak to the manager.
RE: wrong time small crime - Visala - July 10, 2025
Visala had not been sleeping well as of late, a problem she could not place a reason on. So when Sam slipped away, it was not long before her unseeing eyes shot open like a siren had been set off right in her ear. Groggy and quick to notice her brain damaged friend's fading scent, she rose to her paws and slipped into the rain to search for him.
She wasn't exactly hydrophobic having grown up next to the water, but she never liked rain. It made everything more difficult; she couldn't hear as well over the heavy drops, and her sense of smell and touch was overwhelmed by the dampness around her. Basically, it sucked. Nonetheless she was determined to find Sam; she had thought to howl to him, but worried that if he was feeling confused again it might just scare him.
RE: wrong time small crime - Sam - July 10, 2025
On the plus side, the rain muffled her steps, and Sam didn't realize he was being followed until long after his brain had gone on the fritz again.
A twig snapped and Sam-not-Sam turned, staring at the peculiar creature trailing him. Even in the dim light he could see that there was something odd about her face.
"wat u have in eye. i lick," he declared in a deep, deadpan voice, and shuffled over to do just that, moving like a puppeteer's first attempt at the art.
RE: wrong time small crime - Visala - July 10, 2025
She found him sooner than later, Sam approaching in a confused haze that was normal as of late. Visala usually tolerated his antics, but frankly she didn't want her eyeballs licked. She moved her head as he approached, hoping for the the tongue to hit literally anywhere else.
Sam, why are you out here?She grumbled, having to hope she would lure him back to the temporary den sooner than later.
It's cold. Do you want to get sick?
RE: wrong time small crime - Sam - July 12, 2025
Sam bleh-bleh-bleh-ed at the air for a little while, pupils gliding slowly apart. When he stop licking nothing to look at Ghost again, there was one in each outer corner.
"Shroom," he said, and promptly lost control of his tongue. The second "Shroooo-prfffftt" ended in a sad little raspberry and a pleading look (based on head position, anyway) at Ghost. "Shefpdfftt.."
RE: wrong time small crime - Visala - July 14, 2025
God this was depressing,
Come on, lets go.She made her way to his side, gesturing for Sam to go in the general direction she had come from. She supposed this was fair game given all those times he had served as her guide, but damn it still sucked.
She hoped Kirain wouldn't wake up - Ghost didn't want to send her into a panic when the braindead and the blind had disappeared into the rain.
RE: wrong time small crime - Sam - July 17, 2025
But Sam would not be swayed from his mission.
"SHROOM," he insisted, bounding deeper into the woods. His movements were clumsy – like a pup still working in its relationship with gravity.
When Ghost found him again, he had his head in a patch of tall, skinny mushrooms with caps that looked like lumpy teats. "Shroom," he whispered reverently, and proceeded to eat enough to see every god that had ever been. Before the trip took him, he gathered a second portion between his teeth and stalked toward his sitter.
RE: wrong time small crime - Visala - July 23, 2025
This mission was harder than she had initially thought it would be. When she found Sam again he was eating something, though she couldn't tell what. He whispered something, though it was indiscipherable through the rain.
Hearning his footsteps, Visala puffed out yet another sigh.
Sam..
RE: wrong time small crime - Sam - July 24, 2025
But Sam was gone, hurtling down a kaleidoscopic road on a trip of his life.
And he wanted Ghost in the passenger seat, choosing tunes and managing snacks. With whatever sense he had left, the large wolf launched himself at his friend with the aim of bowling her over and dropping the now slobbery mouthful of mushrooms into her throat.
"See," he would whisper in her ear, drooling. "See."
Written so that doing dr00gz is optional.
RE: wrong time small crime - Visala - July 27, 2025
Trusting Sam despite his state, Ghost was easily turned over by his sudden charge.
Sam - that's gross -She wasn't too keen on eating whatever strange and now slobbery content he had, but upon checking it out it appeared to be relatively harmless mushrooms.
Now she didn't know a lot about mushrooms, but what she did know was that they were basically plant meat. Deciding to comply with whatever vegan fantasy Sam was now in, she ate them.
It would take a few minutes to kick in, but on the bright side maybe she would get to see new shapes and colours soon.
RE: wrong time small crime - Sam - August 05, 2025
Having successfully recruited Ghost for the trip, Sam fell sideways into the moss, legs stiff and eyes unfocused. He said nothing, breathed slowly, and to the casual observer seemed to be having a float-gently-down-the-river-on-an-inflatable-ring sort of mushroom experience.
But Sam saw blood and horror. He saw darkness, and doom, and the world in fire. He saw the Huldra. He became a believer, and he became afraid.
Sam would not speak for days after surfacing. For all intents and purposes, he was the ghost, creeping around the empty forest like a prey animal faced with thr sudden, sentient knowledge of its position in the food chain.