Sensei

[Edit: wrong day]

Who: Windchaser and open
What: Trying to find the Twin Feathers
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Following the river
Rating: TBD

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Windchaser was following the river, following the river as Peri had suggested. The air was heavy and she could tell that dusk was near. Cabello plodded along, and she was convinced she was able to hear him grumbling under his breath. She valued the bond she had with this beautiful animal more than anything else she had in her life now. Not only was he with her constantly, he also tied her to another time and place, where things had been different.

 

Windchaser gazed out across the terrain. The light would be dropping away within the next hour or so and she’d still seen no one. She had no vast issue with sleeping outdoors. She did it often and had grown used to never sleeping all that deeply. Such was the lot of a drifter. Particularly a female one perceived to be travelling completely alone. However, Windchaser knew better. She trusted her horse as her early warning system, her protector, who she in turn protected.

 

“It shouldn’t be long now boy…Peri said that they would find us, so they will.” She spoke softly, knowing it was more to reassure herself than her mount, and she imagined that somehow the horse knew too. Cabello snorted, and Windchaser silently agreed. There was no one out here. No herbalist, no tribe, no anything. She’d have been better shrugging off Sundance as soon as she’d heard of a tribal feud. No sense in looking for trouble. Particularly as her reputation, which generally gave her some degree of safety and respect, had apparently not preceded her this far. She gave quiet thanks to the fact that at least the route they’d been given left them close to that most precious resource, water.

 

However, without her herbs she had nothing to trade other than her body and she would rather die than resort to that. Literally. So, she needed to keep going, to find the herbalist and offer them something worthwhile. They could have what they liked so long as they didn’t ask for her horse. If they were actually out here.

Who: Libby and Marmie
What: Just hanging out at the library and suffering from Wolf-related tension
When: Late afternoon?
Where: Sundance Library, Wolf Territory
Rating: G?
Status: Incomplete

Wolf. How dost thou irritate me? Let me count the ways...

Sitting in her cozy windowsill once more, Libby scribbled away in her journal. She had hoped to make some progress with Wolf at the Christmas party, but no dice. If anything, that seemed to complicate things. Apparently, he wanted to kiss her when they had gone searching for decorations, but for the past couple of months, he had been so distant. They had shared a few brief kisses, but their interactions remained, for the most part, strictly business. Which was fine; Libby did not want to hinder Wolf from his leadership roles, but it left are all confused about what they were. What was going on in that weird head of his. They had tried talking a few times about it, like at the Christmas party, but someone always interrupted, and they would get nowhere.

So here she was, hiding out in her library and journaling out her feelings in hopes of alleviating some of the craziness. She almost hoped that Wolf would come looking for her, but perhaps it was best if he didn't. She knew she would explode at him, but she wasn't sure if it would be a verbal attack, demanding that they figure what was going on between them, or if she would end up shoving him against one of these bookshelves and kissing him senseless. Yes, it was best that he was otherwise occupied. And better for her to just sit here until she got herself under control.

Men. Stupid, stupid men.

Who: Dusty and Ryder
What: Found some horses
When: Afternoonish
Where: Just south of Devils Tower
Rating: PG-13 (Dusty's got a bit of a potty mouth)
Status: Incomplete

It had been a hard winter for a lot of people this year, especially with the world having gone all crazy since the virus broke out. But who could blame anybody for their reactions? Everyone had lost at least one person they loved, and that would be enough to knock anyone off their rocker. Dusty had lost his mama, daddy, his two sisters, and his beautiful wife of two years thanks to that damn Ans Virus. Who would've thunk that a bunch of plastic phonies out on the West Coast would bring about the end of humanity? Well, half of it anyway.

( With no women or children to have to be polite around, Dusty spit at the ground. )

Would I be OK to start a thread putting Windchaser following the river into Twin Feathers territory. I'd continue the thread with Peri to a proper conclusion too, just gives my girl the chance to meet more new folks.

*waves* Hi guys!

I just couldn't help bringing in another charie. This here is Dusty. You can read all about him on the journal's info page, but I'll go ahead and give you a brief summary. He's a sweet country boy, born and raised in Texas (we needed a Texan in the game XP ). He's come up north for the spring and summer. He's a bit of a workaholic; he'd rather keep his mind and hands busy so he doesn't have to think about the people he lost to the virus (both parents, two sisters, and his wife). Yeah, he's a broody tortured character like the rest of them. XP

Anywho, he'll be moseying into town soon, so let me know if you would like some kind of plot with him. ^_^

-Desi
(hawk_feather, _bookworm, & lone_ranger)

P.S. Sorry, but there will be no Brokeback Mountain cowboy-ness going on between Dusty and Ryder. XP

Who: Blaze and Hazard
What: Return to Sundance
Where: The old fairgrounds
When: Tuesday evening

Blaze was sure that they had been heading straight for the south side of Sundance. He'd refused to listen to Hazard's suggestion that they had gone too far northwest. They thought they were close yesterday before sunset but when darkness fell with no sign of the city in sight they had given up and made camp for the night. The next morning they came upon Sundance, but a part of it that they'd both rather have forgotten.

The past two months had been some of the best since the virus had wiped everything out. They'd found a tribal commune of a people that called themselves The Free and there they'd settled for two of the cushiest winter months they'd ever had. The Free had reminded Blaze of a more kosher set of River Runners that happened to live on land. Blaze had been more than tempted to stay but in the end Hazard and him agreed that they had to return to Sundance, they couldn’t completely desert the people they’d called family for the last three years. Besides, Sensei was there, and though to most people it looked as though Blaze hated him, it was quite the opposite.

Tuesday evening they finally saw the first signs of Sundance, and it was not what they’d been hoping to find first, or ever. The tattered ruins of their circus lay before them. Out from the knee-high yellow grass rose the remains of their former life. A few tattered flags flapped half-heartedly in the breeze, their bright colors long faded. Their mother was buried here; their family and their former life were buried here. Blaze readjusted the weight of the bags he was carrying. They were full of supplies from The Free and other things they’d traded for along the way. They were also pulling a kind of stretcher behind them that was loaded with supplies. Blaze held up his end of the stretched still but looked to Hazard.

“Should we go around?” Blaze said in a voice that was almost a whisper. Blaze had not been back to this spot since he’d came to his senses and dragged the two of them back to the city to join the Carrion. He’d turned his back on this life and now here it was, suddenly before him. He could see their trailer in the distance, it looked so old even after three years. It looked like the door was open, or gone. A rectangle of black space stared at Blaze from across the dilapidated fairgrounds and he started to feel a sickening dizziness creep up on him.

WHO: Sensei and Blaze
WHAT: One's brooding, the other is homeward bound
WHERE: The Hospital
WHEN: Early evening,
RATING: TBD

The winter had passed far too slowly for Sensei's liking. Everything combined...the cold, the dwindling amounts of supplies and, personally for him, missing Blaze...it was all just too much. It made the days pass by at a sluggish pace and made it all the better when winter passed into spring. Things were better than they had been, but not enough for the Carrion to be better off than how they'd began. He wasn't sure just what else to do, most especially since a voice of a certain someone kept echoing in the back of his mind. Criticism after criticism after criticism. Blaze had been the one to insist that what Sensei was doing wasn't best for the tribe as a whole. The one who quite possibly had ideas to help the Carrion and make things better. But now that he was gone, the lonely leader was on his own in the decision making.

Then there was the fact that he'd missed Blaze in another sort of way. That time they'd been stuck in the basement had been on his mind just about every day. He'd loved the way it felt, his and Blaze's bodies so close. And then, of course...the kiss. The first and only kiss they'd ever shared and yet was a window for the mind to imagine what could stem from just that one kiss. The lust and general sexual frustration had not been displaced. In fact, if anything, it had only grown over the winter months. Sensei wanted Blaze rather badly. The only problem was, he didn't know if the feeling was mutual. Or if Blaze was ever even coming back.

Sensei was lounged at the base of the stairs on the first floor, just thinking. Thinking and brooding. Things were so different now, at least for him. Because there was a piece missing. There was no way of knowing if things would be whole ever again. Perhaps it was better to forget, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded. Especually after being around the one you were supposed to forget about for so long.

He chuckled to himself, the sound humorless. "Sensei, man...you are so pathetic. Who would have thought just one guy would end up making you feel like this?" Another chuckle.

"Pathetic."

Ok, so anyone who went to school with Pan want to do a past thread? :D

Wanted to apologize for the slowness: grandpa's in the hospital, holidays and finals. but I'm still here. E>

Who: Pan, NPC drifter, NPC Fox and Shadow
What: Pan stops by Shadow's to give her the gift he promised her (and have some company).
Where: The Outskirts and Shadow's apartment
When: Thursday mid-morning

Pan awoke that morning with the chills and a rather stiff body. He sat up with a yawn that sounded more like a whimper, an arm slid down his chest to lay across his waist. He looked down at the young drifter who'd shared his bed last night, if a few blankets on the ground could be called a bed. Pan had been to the outskirts only a few times before and it had never been for pleasant reasons. He pinched the end of the drifter's coat sleeve with his thumb and fore-finger and lifting the boy's arm he slipped out from under the arm and the blankets. He couldn't believe the kid didn't wake up. All the drifters Pan had been with before had practically slept with their eyes open, if they even stayed with Pan that long.

He slipped his boots on and dug in the mess of covers for his many layers of jackets and shirts. When he left the River Runners the night before he'd put on as many of his clothes as he could. Granted he didn't have many clothes, but what he did have hadn't all fit into his bag. It wasn't too chilly in the empty warehouse but it was cold enough for Pan. After he'd properly dressed he went to find where they'd hid their belongings for the night in the corner of the warehouse. He threw his own bag over his shoulder and re-hid the kid's things. Pan was not a thief.

He walked back to the makeshift bed and crouched beside the fire. The coals were still a candy-orange underneath and so Pan built it back up with what wood they had laying around.

"You're up already, want something to eat? I have something more left in my bag." The drifter, Pan hadn't even asked his name, sat up on the pile of blankets.

"No, no thanks love but I've got something to do today." That something was to deliver Shadow the gift he'd made her for helping Gypsy those many months ago. His heart ached at the thought of it, the thought of leaving his tribe. He stood and pulled on his holy and fingerless gloves and threw the drifter what he could muster of a smile before he turned to leave.

“But we- I haven’t given you anything yet!”

Pan didn’t look back but called over his shoulder, “And you don’t have to.”

( It was Fox who Pan once again found at the edge of Wolf territory. )

Hi everyone!

Unfortunatly we lost two characters and one mun. However, we GAINED a new char and new mun! So please, try to update all your character's friends lists! :D

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