set after this! the idea is that this will be their route thru the mountains. however, as a wrench, what if there were blizzard-type conditions from lone star mountain through thunder dome? :O this means that the likelihood of ur character getting separated/lost is high. the aim is for the first camp to be at the base of lone star mountain. i will be playing like it's ~8 days across from the ridge to the river, maybe round up to ten with bad weather conditions. none of this is mandatory, it's just a fun idea i had :D this can be a one reply thread or a read only!
"@Reno. we got kvarsheim on our tail an' a bear t'boot." quickly he filled them in (@Sadey @Dagur @Lonesome Dove (@Dallas @Gun @Indra III for visibility) and then sat back on his heels.
the original idea had been to leave and find medicine, or to take sadey to a peaceful healer. but as the shattering reek of the bear had filled his nose, colt'd knew that simply would not do. they stayed together. it was all they had.
"if kvarsheim is close, then them crick bastards won't be far off," he grunted, standing stiffly to his paws. he cast a weather eye over marston and then a more subtle glint toward sadey. these two were the weakest by way of the boy's age and the woman's injury. the hunting would fall to he and reno. lonesome would have to keep camp alone.
the gang had fared worse and fared better, but this rated up high along the 'worse' line. colt spat the last of his chaw into the snow and gave a last look across the taiga, as if he might see red's bright fur appear there.
but she wasn't.
grief dropped like a stone into his gut, anger gripped his spirit. "scatter the bones, marston."
a bit later, colt made his way up the side of the ridge, determination only firming as he heard the tell-tale howling of a winter storm in the trees not far above the gang.
the original idea had been to leave and find medicine, or to take sadey to a peaceful healer. but as the shattering reek of the bear had filled his nose, colt'd knew that simply would not do. they stayed together. it was all they had.
"if kvarsheim is close, then them crick bastards won't be far off," he grunted, standing stiffly to his paws. he cast a weather eye over marston and then a more subtle glint toward sadey. these two were the weakest by way of the boy's age and the woman's injury. the hunting would fall to he and reno. lonesome would have to keep camp alone.
the gang had fared worse and fared better, but this rated up high along the 'worse' line. colt spat the last of his chaw into the snow and gave a last look across the taiga, as if he might see red's bright fur appear there.
but she wasn't.
grief dropped like a stone into his gut, anger gripped his spirit. "scatter the bones, marston."
a bit later, colt made his way up the side of the ridge, determination only firming as he heard the tell-tale howling of a winter storm in the trees not far above the gang.
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January 07, 2023, 06:57 PM
A storm was coming. Sadey could feel it. She studied the backs of the males in front of her, of the sweet hearted Lonesome and the crazy eyed marston. Then at the wind as it howled through the trees and ruffled the branches and the weather. This would be perfect weather for say someone that kept the gang down, to get lost. She could always find them again. The question however, remained.
Would Colt be able to handle another loss? She knew that she wasn't of the type of relationship he and Red had, but there was loyalty there, and a bit of a type of friendship. And she didn't wonder if it would cause him more pain if she disappeared into the howling tempest that was sure to come. Reno he'd be alright, he always was. Marston, well hewouldn't care one whit.
Sadey could hunt slowly, she knew how to fish. It wasn't that she couldn't survive on her own, even with pain. But she realized suddenly like a shot in the dark, that for the first time in a long time. She didn't want to be alone, but if it meant the gang could get to somewhere safer without her holding em back well then wasn't it worth it.
Decision made, she pushed herself into moving. She would try and add a little pep in her step and then when the storm got to bad, she just disappear into it. And they would blame the storm.
Would Colt be able to handle another loss? She knew that she wasn't of the type of relationship he and Red had, but there was loyalty there, and a bit of a type of friendship. And she didn't wonder if it would cause him more pain if she disappeared into the howling tempest that was sure to come. Reno he'd be alright, he always was. Marston, well hewouldn't care one whit.
Sadey could hunt slowly, she knew how to fish. It wasn't that she couldn't survive on her own, even with pain. But she realized suddenly like a shot in the dark, that for the first time in a long time. She didn't want to be alone, but if it meant the gang could get to somewhere safer without her holding em back well then wasn't it worth it.
Decision made, she pushed herself into moving. She would try and add a little pep in her step and then when the storm got to bad, she just disappear into it. And they would blame the storm.
January 07, 2023, 07:35 PM
"Scatter the bones, Marston."
The notes suggested the work he had done nearly twice now. Once more he did the work, once more he devoured whatever had been left behind by those not wanting to take it with.
Once more a price was paid into his work via such feeding.
It had been a blessing in disguise, gorging himself upon whatever little meat had been left.
If only because a winter storm would wreck Marston's life.
It would kick him down right back into being Dagur. A boy fit to bite off more than he could chew, a boy overwhelmed by the world outside of The Big Man's gaze and bloody guiding hands.
A boy wayward and seemingly unwanted by the universe for very long.
He had not the experience nor skill to navigate back to the group after the scattering had been done. He had not anticipated the blinding way the snow had started to whip, or how the winds here seemed to chill him right down to his very core.
The notes suggested the work he had done nearly twice now. Once more he did the work, once more he devoured whatever had been left behind by those not wanting to take it with.
Once more a price was paid into his work via such feeding.
It had been a blessing in disguise, gorging himself upon whatever little meat had been left.
If only because a winter storm would wreck Marston's life.
It would kick him down right back into being Dagur. A boy fit to bite off more than he could chew, a boy overwhelmed by the world outside of The Big Man's gaze and bloody guiding hands.
A boy wayward and seemingly unwanted by the universe for very long.
He had not the experience nor skill to navigate back to the group after the scattering had been done. He had not anticipated the blinding way the snow had started to whip, or how the winds here seemed to chill him right down to his very core.
experimental writing with this character
January 07, 2023, 09:15 PM
Lonesome Dove was a desert creature. Hard snow wasn’t ever her friend, nor would it ever be. She was a girl who didn’t understand the weather, but stuck close to Sadey when they headed out, ultraviolet eyes landing in worry on her coat.
But, when the winter snows would begin and the snows would whip and howl and scream, she would begin to fall behind, desperate to keep up but struggling, struggling, struggling. She wasn’t made for this.
Lunge, lunge, lunge through the snow, her gasps a melody for no one to hear. The coats of the only ones she had known since she had gotten here got further and further into the distance. Her heart thundered, her eyes watered. She wouldn’t!
She wouldn’t lose a family again, even if this one was bloody, was harsh and angry and bitter and fighting a war she had no fucking stake in, was turning her into a dark reflection of who she was. Corruption seeped from the tar black hearts of the cowboys, and into the pitch parts of the coywolf herself. The cannibal she never had been, the murderer she had no reason to become. All of it, she was becoming it. It tied her fate inextricably to the Gang.
But even she was helpless to the whims of nature’s coldest fingers.
All that was left of Lonesome Dove when the winds howled, was her distant, desperate, coyote-pitched scream, before there was nothing of the little coywolf to be found.
But, when the winter snows would begin and the snows would whip and howl and scream, she would begin to fall behind, desperate to keep up but struggling, struggling, struggling. She wasn’t made for this.
Lunge, lunge, lunge through the snow, her gasps a melody for no one to hear. The coats of the only ones she had known since she had gotten here got further and further into the distance. Her heart thundered, her eyes watered. She wouldn’t!
She wouldn’t lose a family again, even if this one was bloody, was harsh and angry and bitter and fighting a war she had no fucking stake in, was turning her into a dark reflection of who she was. Corruption seeped from the tar black hearts of the cowboys, and into the pitch parts of the coywolf herself. The cannibal she never had been, the murderer she had no reason to become. All of it, she was becoming it. It tied her fate inextricably to the Gang.
But even she was helpless to the whims of nature’s coldest fingers.
All that was left of Lonesome Dove when the winds howled, was her distant, desperate, coyote-pitched scream, before there was nothing of the little coywolf to be found.
January 14, 2023, 11:48 PM
He's lost! One post for me. <3
The wind whipped and howled as it carried gusts of snow down from endless grey skies. It was too much – too much to see through, too much to travel through.
The cowboy looked up to see if he could place Colt. Nothing but white found him. The wind drowned out any sound that might have ventured toward Reno. The man grunted. Briggs hadn’t been far. Reno had kept himself on their tracks, doubling back only to see if they were being followed by the creek wolves. When he’d been satisfied, he had turned back to meet up with the others.
The storm had swept in faster than his legs would carry him. As Reno searched for the gang, the snow came down in heavy flakes that blinded him and turned the world into a single shade of horrifying white. The cowboy howled for the others, but there was no returning call – his voice had been swallowed by the storm.
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