Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?

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[Saturday, December 12th, day 195]
[The woods outside town, close to midnight]


Little fucker's harder than I thought to track down. Whoever took him - and I have no doubt that he was taken, men fleeing pregnant girlfriends are never this good at covering their tracks - knew what they were doing. The four day lead they had didn't help. But this town has a limited number of areas where one could either burn a body (I frankly can't think of any other way to kill the bastard) or hold a man for nearly a week. All of them were empty. So either they loaded him up and took him far away, or they're keeping him at some place outside of town.

So I wander. As a dog and a shadow I wander the wind farm and slip between the trees. The night beasts and birds still when I approach, then begin their songs and their rummaging again. I am not hunting them. My nose is to the ground, and I am determined. Only the sun drives me to stop.

Even then, it's days before I catch the scene of sweat-fear-blood mingled with dirty silk and filth. It's a trace at first, but I follow it, zero in on that thin trickle of scent and track track track, deep into dog mind and the entire world narrows to that faint line threading its way through the grass...

The smell of blood gets stronger, and fresher even though it's dried. I can hear him now too; not even trying to hide himself. Didn't he learn what can happen to a man after dark?

Not moving fast either. Easy enough to step into shadow and leap out onto his path. And then I just sit and wait for him to notice me.


[OPEN to Dorian]
[CLOSED]

Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?

[gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, December 12th, day 195]
[The woods outside town, close to midnight]


Little fucker's harder than I thought to track down. Whoever took him - and I have no doubt that he was taken, men fleeing pregnant girlfriends are never this good at covering their tracks - knew what they were doing. The four day lead they had didn't help. But this town has a limited number of areas where one could either burn a body (I frankly can't think of any other way to kill the bastard) or hold a man for nearly a week. All of them were empty. So either they loaded him up and took him far away, or they're keeping him at some place outside of town.

So I wander. As a dog and a shadow I wander the wind farm and slip between the trees. The night beasts and birds still when I approach, then begin their songs and their rummaging again. I am not hunting them. My nose is to the ground, and I am determined. Only the sun drives me to stop.

Even then, it's days before I catch the scene of sweat-fear-blood mingled with dirty silk and filth. It's a trace at first, but I follow it, zero in on that thin trickle of scent and track track track, deep into dog mind and the entire world narrows to that faint line threading its way through the grass...

The smell of blood gets stronger, and fresher even though it's dried. I can hear him now too; not even trying to hide himself. Didn't he learn what can happen to a man after dark?

Not moving fast either. Easy enough to step into shadow and leap out onto his path. And then I just sit and wait for him to notice me.


[OPEN to Dorian]
[CLOSED]