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Dark World

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Character Portrait: Dinah Character Portrait: Jason 'Doc' Lachawr Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Rags
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"I'll stop making them when they stop being funny." Dinah responded chirpily, beaming at the appearance of Doc at the door. She was pretty friendly to the majority of the people in the group, almost as if to offset her brother's general surliness.

"They were NEVER funny." Cyrus muttered as her hauled the deer up the top himself.

"Then I guess the means I'll never stop making them." Di replied with a shrug and she turned to the fallen animal.

"And this is Mr Deer. Mr Deer and Wolfy got on extremely well, so much that Wolfy wanted to take a piece of Mr Deer with her forever. And apparently that piece game from Mr Deer's lower intestine. It's a bit chewed in parts but most of the meat is still good. We can butcher it and salt some of it to pull out in Winter." she remarked. They had to keep in mind what they would eat over the cold months when the foraging dried out. Berries, mushrooms, nettles and such were all well and good when the weather was not too terrible, but the cold months were harsh. They tended to have to resort to stealing...and that was when things got really tricky. Di was doing her best to make up the store as much as possible to help them avoid it. It helped that they'd managed to liberate a couple of hens whose crate had fallen off the back of a stock truck, and who were currently roosting in the chancel and laying a reasonable number of eggs.


"Anything exciting happen while we were gone? " she added after a moment, hopping over and peering inside as if in hope that anything had changed significantly between around eight o' clock the night before when they'd left to put some distance between the church and the wolves. Generally the wolves would be too busy hunting to roam too wide, but it wasn't always the case.
"Did ya miss us?"


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"I was saying to Cindy just the other day that I'm on the verge of making a formal complaint. I mean, this is Dog work. I don't see why Beckett lands us with these crappy jobs. Place is nasty and the walk out here is killing my feet."

Two figures made their way along a path at a fairly slow rate, dragging something behind them.

"That's because you wear those shitty shoes with no arch support. "

Behind them, on the earth and gravel left on the path, smears of dark red were left where their burden had pulled along the ground.

"That's all just a load of made-up bull. I just dunno why they've got to put the stiff pits so far away from the town."

The two individuals were men, vampires in fact, dressed in the uniform of orderlies, the words 'Morningside Research' printed neatly onto the front.

And the men appeared to be dragging a corpse along with them. It seemed to be of a figure considerably smaller than they were, still wearing something resembling a hospital gown that had gotten bloodied and ruined beyond possible salvage. The visible arms and legs of the figure were marked by cuts, stitches, large purple patches beneath the skin....there wasn't a lot of question as to why they'd died.

"You go to the fights last night?"

The two approached a copse on the edge of the wood, the path becoming uneven with roots and bumping the body around pretty badly, it occasionally becoming caught upon roots and prompting the men to irritably haul it up.

"Yeah, took Tara along. Some pretty good rounds though most of the humans didn't last as long as I'da liked. Wasn't as good as that time one of them climbed up the fence and had the wolf jumping and going for 'em. Watching Dogs trying to climb is always funny as."

After a bit more walking they came across an area at the end of the path, a shallow pit dug into the sandy soil there. In the pit where a number of bodies that had been unceremoniously thrown in, some fairly complete, some clearly practically taken apart before they were disposed of.

"Nasty. Sooner they fix the damn incinerator the better." one muttered, hitching the body up over his shoulder and using the height to throw it over into the pit.

Once that was done, the two turned and started walking back, still chattering away.

The conversation gradually faded out till only the sound of flies and chirping birds seemed to populate the area, and even then it was some time after that, that the body on the top of the pile gasped, and staggered to its feet, stumbling over the lip of the pit and wretching onto the sand.