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sixthiterationlogs2016-11-13 07:11 pm
tobeclosetohim) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-11-13 07:11 pm
{ raining blood, from a lacerated sky
WHO: Jo Harvelle, a dead elk, and you!
WHERE: In front of The Inn
WHEN: November 13
OPEN TO: Everyone (Especially those in the inn or close enough to hear!)
WARNINGS: Animal Death's w/ Mutilation, Manipulation, Gore, Blood
STATUS: Open
People have been sticking close to the buildings, to each other, to not being out late after dark if they can help it, and even then, almost never alone. There's a charged air to everything, like a shot about to crack, or like they are strung up and held in a never ending loop on that second of shock the moment after the crack sounds, before the body can relax again.
Mapping has slowed to nothing this week, and Jo's among the many who remind people to be more careful when hunting right now. The Village seeming less and less safe with the animals that had appeared in the wide open of the buildings and fountain, with no one seeing anything, which made the dark, closed in shadows of the forest seems even darker and even more closed in.
She's as much not expecting it as expecting it, whens she opens the door, intending to head to the house she's sharing with Kol and Thorfinn, and there's a huge hulking animal form mountained right in front of the path into and out of the Inn. The same path people walked all day to get food, and everything else.
"Fuck," is revulsion for the smell, black and bloody and something else, the sheer size of the body, the still towering form, with its cracked and somehow dangling antlers, before her hand is tightening on the door still in it and she's calling back inside. "We've got another one!"
Jo goes for the knife in her boot even though there hasn't been an attacked attached to one yet, before she's headed down to the huge beast. It looks like the others have all reported in, and gotten written down by her. Ripped apart by teeth and claws, chunks of flesh hanging here and there, but nothing taken, nothing missing. Limbs twisted and contort in impossible ways, pointing toward the door.
The blood everywhere all around it. On the steps. On porch. On the door.
More like it was thrown than like it sprayed in an attack.
The same as the animal that looks like it was dropped -- no, placed -- so far from where it ever might be found in this place. Leaving Jo looking quickly all around there. The whole wide space of the creeping, settling early night dark of this place.
WHERE: In front of The Inn
WHEN: November 13
OPEN TO: Everyone (Especially those in the inn or close enough to hear!)
WARNINGS: Animal Death's w/ Mutilation, Manipulation, Gore, Blood
STATUS: Open
People have been sticking close to the buildings, to each other, to not being out late after dark if they can help it, and even then, almost never alone. There's a charged air to everything, like a shot about to crack, or like they are strung up and held in a never ending loop on that second of shock the moment after the crack sounds, before the body can relax again.
Mapping has slowed to nothing this week, and Jo's among the many who remind people to be more careful when hunting right now. The Village seeming less and less safe with the animals that had appeared in the wide open of the buildings and fountain, with no one seeing anything, which made the dark, closed in shadows of the forest seems even darker and even more closed in.
She's as much not expecting it as expecting it, whens she opens the door, intending to head to the house she's sharing with Kol and Thorfinn, and there's a huge hulking animal form mountained right in front of the path into and out of the Inn. The same path people walked all day to get food, and everything else.
"Fuck," is revulsion for the smell, black and bloody and something else, the sheer size of the body, the still towering form, with its cracked and somehow dangling antlers, before her hand is tightening on the door still in it and she's calling back inside. "We've got another one!"
Jo goes for the knife in her boot even though there hasn't been an attacked attached to one yet, before she's headed down to the huge beast. It looks like the others have all reported in, and gotten written down by her. Ripped apart by teeth and claws, chunks of flesh hanging here and there, but nothing taken, nothing missing. Limbs twisted and contort in impossible ways, pointing toward the door.
The blood everywhere all around it. On the steps. On porch. On the door.
More like it was thrown than like it sprayed in an attack.
The same as the animal that looks like it was dropped -- no, placed -- so far from where it ever might be found in this place. Leaving Jo looking quickly all around there. The whole wide space of the creeping, settling early night dark of this place.
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"I don't think the meat was taken again..." He's been paying attention to that. "I will get Thor and some of the others." He knew most of the strong men of the village. "I want it's pelt before it's taken away." After being the one to voice they should eat Bushy when Margeary wasn't around he was worried about voicing such a thought about... but that was a lot of meat.
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Something more than stare at another, larger carcass, just laying here, looking like it'd been someone's tortured toy, used and then thrown at them. She watches him, but just as much she's looking at the rest of the body, too. Muscles tense and skin crawling. The smell is putrid, blood and shit, the things that come with death, and her stomach is trying to turn what feels like both in her throat and three states away.
She gives him an odd look at the last part though. "You take them from the others, too?"
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The shifted the knife about looking for anything within missing easily seen from one of the wounds before shaking his head and wiping the blood on the ground. "Just the same, nothing seems gone." Not that he knew the animals organs all that well. "No, I wanted to, but. It did not seem right. "This is big enough. No hard work with this to have a good cloak." He wasn't thinking for him, he was already in debt for a cloak not yet done. But the woman who found the beast.
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The natural part of the supernatural wasn't a thing she'd ever focused on as much.
"If you're going to do it, do it once you've all moved it away. There's people--" Jo gave a barely there and gone, glance, head tip, toward the inn door. The people. Women, more aptly. Kate. Marg. Maybe more. "--who won't understand, and it'll only make the whole thing worse for them. They don't need to become idiots about the anything more, too."
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He nodded as Jo explained. "Yes, I figured as much. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable... and it would be hard to carry without skin." He was idly running names in his head of who to go to to get help carrying the beast away. "Kate not so much, Margeary, yes, not around her."
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That it was a game being played against those here. Sickening, blood covered, and violent. A twisted charade the marauded as a warning and a taunt. We can do anything to beast of even greater size than you, beat them, break them, twist them, take them, make them meat and broken bits, and you will present no more fight than them.
Jo scratching her shoulders through the loose coat.
She hated not knowing where it was coming from. No face to put a knife it.
"Even Kate, right now." Jo gave him a look. It wasn't that she didn't have mettle, and couldn't survive it, if she had to, but even Kate shook at this. Blood, gore and shit everywhere, painting the building, the floor, the steps. The behemoth of an animal still, and again, thrown at the inn, where all they had managed to scrabble together as a disparate band. "She's had enough of this for one night, and she won't even done until this is cleaned up already."
Neither of them would be. It was the one thing they agreed on, if for different reasons. This place.
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Thorfinn sighed some shaking his head. "Makes sense I guess." Jo was a hardier woman, she didn't seem to blink at anything, maybe it was half the reason he could speak to her as honestly as he wished. She knew the monster behind his mask. "I'm no good at the cleaning, but once it's moved I'll fetch some water. Least we can do for her." He didn't want to let Jo know he was in debt to Kate. That he was trying to think of any and all ways to even the scale even if he knew if she asked anything of him he would do it reguardless of anything he do before.
"I'll go find some people to help. Be back soon."
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