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Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Barrett - November 26, 2025
Barrett left the willow trees, their verdancy and the chipper young folk within them. He headed, what he presumed to be, east, letting his paws, earth-shaking in all their might, carry him forwards, forwards, and forwards still.
So as he moved, he made mental note of the place, and of his travels. Maple and birch tree. Berry underfoot. Leaves of warm hue. He had the faint memory of artistry—char against woodskin. A memory that felt so far. So long ago. And in this moment, he neglected it, refused to linger on the thought for too long, pushing further, further, into the forest. A place unknown, soon to be committed to his weary memory.
And hunger, now, grew in his belly. Sharpened his senses. Drank scents into his lungs, searching, patrolling, like the hunter, the outlaw that he was. He remembered that word, though he did not quite understand the meaning behind it.
So he prowled forwards, one paw after the other; hunting.
But was his prey to be hare, or wolf?
RE: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Sega - November 27, 2025
it'd been days since @Angel Oak departed, sega knew this, but it didn't stop him from scouting the nearby lands to see if there was a trace of her left behind, or freshly renewed. his hopes, albeit slim, were crushed as he came up empty handed.
not entirely, though, it seemed. the air was thick with sap and last-season berries, their scent rising as his paws pressed the forest floor. he had been circling this stretch for a couple days now.
as he crested a small rise, another scent curled into his nose— heavier, earth-rich, not subtle in the slightest.
sega paused, narrowing his eyes, listening to the crackle of brush under the stranger’s weight.
hunting, yes. but not quiet. not hidden. hunger drove him more than skill.
for a moment, sega simply observed, marking the lines of him, the way he carried strength and emptiness in equal measure.
the caribou-hunter in him read the body easily.
if it is food you seek,he appeared from the undergrowth,
great sky has many carcass upon borders.
RE: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Barrett - November 27, 2025
A voice, there. A scent he hadn't realised in the midst of his daze. Barrett could have sworn, too, that he had eaten just days ago, but he supposed that, in this form, maybe things were... different. But he would not linger too long on the thought; instead shifting his attention to the stranger. Larger than him, cream-coated, like the pale bears he had only ever seen illustrated on paperskin.
A scar on his cheek. The budding potential of respect.
'Great Sky',came southern drawl. Borders.
So that's your gang, I'm gonna assume,Ain't no low-rung newcomer would invite a random man from the woods to eat with them, so Barrett was quick to guess that the feller in front of him had to have some sort of authority within his so-called group.
But—did he want this allegiance? So quickly, as well? Maybe to eat. To find familiar faces. Allies, in this new, and surely unforgiving world. But it seemed that maybe life wouldn't be as hard as it had once been, if he's so easily bein' offered someplace to chow down. Quite visibly, he would flip the thought over in his mind. Was this stranger to be trusted, he wondered? So, Barrett would ask:
If I came, what'd be in it for you?Extra muscle? A debt owed?
There was a great uncertainty, a great fear within him that, without a cause, he could not quite hide from himself. From others, most certainly; he could wear his stone face and scout and patrol and fight when things got messy... But he could not conceal who he was when it came to looking at his reflection.
As he assessed the man in front of him, now, there was a faint sparkle of thought within his mind:
Maybe it would be good for him. To have a 'gang' once more.
RE: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Sega - November 27, 2025
sega studied the brown male in silence, reading the tension beneath his stone-set posture, the hunger hidden under pride. the question didn’t surprise him. many chiefs before him would have demanded allegiance, labor, blood. but great sky was not built in that image.
his tail gave a slow sweep through the leaves.
hn,he rumbled, voice low but steady.
nothing owed.
he stepped aside, enough space for the wind to move between them— a gesture of openness, not claim.
my land fed me when i was lone,he said.
so i feed others. kindness must pass on. band chiefs before me… take too much. i not be same.
his gaze lifted, golden and calm.
you come for food, you eat. you come for rest, you rest.a pause, brief but weighted.
you leave after if you choose. no chain.
the larger male’s scars caught a streak of maplelight; sega’s eyes lingered on them a breath longer.
if you stay,he added quietly,
muscle welcome. voice welcome. but not price.
a small nod, firm as bedrock.
great sky grow by choice, not fear.
RE: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Barrett - November 27, 2025
No price. No debt. Nothing of any sort. Food to eat, a place to rest, and yet, Barrett was still wary of the stranger before him. They hadn't even exchanged names, and there was already an offer. An offer he had no need to repay. Such grew uncertainty within him, but, he would be a fool to refuse, would he not? Back and forth, went his mind, though it only spanned a second before he said, with a reluctant breath:
You gonna give me your name, a'least?
And with his next words, he would make his decision.
Should know who's leadin' me to yer 'Great Sky'.
RE: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Sega - November 27, 2025
sega inclined his head, slow and steady, as if acknowledging a fair question. the wariness in the stranger’s tone didn’t bother him— caution kept lone wolves alive.
sega tuhut,he said, voice rough but even.
band chief of great sky.
he stood firm, golden eyes calm, offering truth without demand.
i give name first,he added.
so you know who you walk with.
a faint sweep of his tail, not quite invitation, not quite command.
you follow only if you choose. great sky take no wolf by force.
RE: Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? - Barrett - November 27, 2025
Sega Tuhut. Barrett nodded, committing the name to memory, though withholding his own, even if only for the time-being. This man surely seemed to be the peak of benevolence, with the whole—follow if you choose, not by force. It reminded him of something that has long since passed. Something he did not quite know.
I'll follow ya,he spoke, trailing forwards to close the space between them.
's long as ya know where yer headed,paired with humorous huff.
He was content to walk in silence, but would not reject conversation. The accent he carried drew his curiosity, but he was yet to voice such a thing. Instead, he'd rather listen. Rather learn about the man who guided him, than reveal anything of himself.
His walls were still quite far up. For now.