[MWAR-SHIELD]-To Protect(Closed)
Nov 4, 2019 0:29:08 GMT -6
Post by Civil War NPC on Nov 4, 2019 0:29:08 GMT -6
For a supposed ranch, Dragonstooth seems fairly quiet upon approach, even though the long shadows of sunset are only stretching farther. There are rows upon rows of furrowed earth, the fields still full of droppings and hoof prints the sank an inch into the recently fertilized ground that would suggest murp to anyone who cared to look. There are more field to the sides, but these appear untended, the plants grown wildly and filled with weeds. Past all of that was a house, a simple small cottage with no lights but little splashes of color in the form of flowers that still clung to their bright petals as the weather began to cool.
But those who had volunteered had been told to go past the fields, past the cottage, to barn with faded, chipped red paint and corral behind it. As for the sight that awaited them there, it was not quite what one would have expected from the lioness’s words.
The most striking figures there all wear some form of red on their person. Closer to the barn, a human, looking decidedly uncomfortable in his starched red shirt, the streaks of grey in his hair hinting at his age, is talking to a primate-looking mammalian, the monkey face never looking up from it’s work on the bloody form in front of it. The red has splashed onto what parts of the mammalian’s shirt have not been torn away, the missing strips nowhere to be seem at first. There is no sign of them on the smaller figure in between them, the only colors there being red, waxy pale skin, long black hair, and the bits of blue on it’s dress that have not been stained red. The human freezes, then looks behind him at those who enter, nodding at them once before turning back to the mammalian.
Another pair of figures can be found by the fence closest to the open gate. Both of them are human at first glance, the first leaning against the fence as he sits, nonchalantly as he can, on top of the face-down second human. The face-down human appears to be larger, packed with muscle, but is unable or unwilling to throw off the one pinning him there, red strips of fabric wrapped around his head, arms, and other parts of exposed flesh. To come closer to them is to hear the sobbing of the larger man, the one sitting on him looking rather bored, though he does reach up to a newly forming bruise around his right eye before sighing and relaxing once more.
But those who had volunteered had been told to go past the fields, past the cottage, to barn with faded, chipped red paint and corral behind it. As for the sight that awaited them there, it was not quite what one would have expected from the lioness’s words.
The most striking figures there all wear some form of red on their person. Closer to the barn, a human, looking decidedly uncomfortable in his starched red shirt, the streaks of grey in his hair hinting at his age, is talking to a primate-looking mammalian, the monkey face never looking up from it’s work on the bloody form in front of it. The red has splashed onto what parts of the mammalian’s shirt have not been torn away, the missing strips nowhere to be seem at first. There is no sign of them on the smaller figure in between them, the only colors there being red, waxy pale skin, long black hair, and the bits of blue on it’s dress that have not been stained red. The human freezes, then looks behind him at those who enter, nodding at them once before turning back to the mammalian.
Another pair of figures can be found by the fence closest to the open gate. Both of them are human at first glance, the first leaning against the fence as he sits, nonchalantly as he can, on top of the face-down second human. The face-down human appears to be larger, packed with muscle, but is unable or unwilling to throw off the one pinning him there, red strips of fabric wrapped around his head, arms, and other parts of exposed flesh. To come closer to them is to hear the sobbing of the larger man, the one sitting on him looking rather bored, though he does reach up to a newly forming bruise around his right eye before sighing and relaxing once more.
The last one is a humanish, their talons giving away their inhuman nature as if their blue-tinted skin was not enough, and was moving slowly around different parts of the fence, crouching here and there to better look at the ground and fence before scurrying off to another part. The points they stop at are muddled with prints of some kind, and she is always careful to step around them.
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