November 16, 2024, 02:29 PM
Osiel’s in no mood. He has a lot on his mind. The dregs of war, the pack, the attempt on Saya and increased security on their borders. And now @Soto is acting like a loose cannon.
He forgets his place. The ocelote is here to remind him.
“Levantarse.” It’s night. Osiel appears at the mouth of segundo’s den.
He forgets his place. The ocelote is here to remind him.
“Levantarse.” It’s night. Osiel appears at the mouth of segundo’s den.
November 18, 2024, 01:04 PM
soto’s been busy.
he’s used to running things how juarez liked it. big man decides the direction, soto provides the people. for all his cleverness, he never stopped to think osiel might feel differently.
he’s up at his makeshift den in the lookout when el oceloté comes in bristling. commanded to get up, soto does so — wondering if the man’s come to punish him for saya’s failure.
he’s used to running things how juarez liked it. big man decides the direction, soto provides the people. for all his cleverness, he never stopped to think osiel might feel differently.
he’s up at his makeshift den in the lookout when el oceloté comes in bristling. commanded to get up, soto does so — wondering if the man’s come to punish him for saya’s failure.
November 20, 2024, 05:00 PM
Dead silence as they climb to the desert’s highest peak. Just beyond in a glen unburdened with bristlecone is a wide, fertile valley. Enclosed in grey atmosphere. Here, Osiel plants four feet. Soil pools underpaw.
"Mirar. No verde. Ningún producto." Los Zetas, all over again.
"Sin un producto, no somos nada. Sin un producto, no tenemos rumbo." Never had it been more evident. The muscles in the ocelote’s jaw clench. Of course he wanted to strike him. Of course the leopard should pay in blood for Verapaz’s failings. Eyes find Segundo in the dark.
"Has perdido a tus hermanos," Osiel leers. "Hacemos que este valle sea verde. Entonces tendremos tu venganza."
"Mirar. No verde. Ningún producto." Los Zetas, all over again.
"Sin un producto, no somos nada. Sin un producto, no tenemos rumbo." Never had it been more evident. The muscles in the ocelote’s jaw clench. Of course he wanted to strike him. Of course the leopard should pay in blood for Verapaz’s failings. Eyes find Segundo in the dark.
"Has perdido a tus hermanos," Osiel leers. "Hacemos que este valle sea verde. Entonces tendremos tu venganza."
6 hours ago
their thin shadows climb the high desert. soto's mind draws inward.
osiel points out the obvious. at this, a pained non-expression marks soto's face. he has been very busy drawing their distant pieces to their destined ports. moving parts to arrange before the green comes into play.
but osiel is right. they had picked the stone quarter out of necessity while escaping war; not out of its fertility in green. if he'd just kept mention of soto's dead compadres from polite conversation, soto might have been genial.
revenge was only his motive now.
his expression darkens.
osiel points out the obvious. at this, a pained non-expression marks soto's face. he has been very busy drawing their distant pieces to their destined ports. moving parts to arrange before the green comes into play.
but osiel is right. they had picked the stone quarter out of necessity while escaping war; not out of its fertility in green. if he'd just kept mention of soto's dead compadres from polite conversation, soto might have been genial.
revenge was only his motive now.
his expression darkens.
tu eres el jefe.another painfully obvious point. soto's remaining eye rests in that distant valley, waiting for osiel to illuminate just how he plans to turn desert sand into fecund paradise.
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