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Re: High Moon Tales. Tales of the Wicked West.
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý(Chase)?Chase would keep an eye on Etienne. ?¡°I will take first watch till sun-up then we are going to have to try to make our way to Miller¡¯s Crossing¡all of us!¡± ?He had something he needed to get from there¡freedom..in whatever form it came. ¡°We talked to one of the creatures vessels in the town we just left.? It stated that the group of five¡he looked around the room would be delayed until its power spread¡after that, there would be no stopping it. ?¡°This¡¡± ?he gestured to the townspeople and the sandstorm is a delay. ?¡°I am not a hero, but I will be damned if I let some faceless entity take over my life or my existence.? We need to keep moving since no one wants to hold up in the church and the chance of surviving without water is slim at best.¡± ?He didn¡¯t trust the woman not to rabbit so he put a chair in front of the door and he sat off to the side with his two side arms and his knife.? He started with cleaning his guns and thinking of some direction to go in that would get them closer to Miller¡¯s Crossing in the morning. ¡®Everyone¡¯s dead!¡¯ ?He repeated it a few times but still, it didn¡¯t make sense.? Knew of magic¡boy did he but he was no shaman¡but that much blood and power¡for?? Just the thought alone made him nervous.? He wasn¡¯t sure they could get her demon-fighting stuff but surely there was something in that bag that might become more helpful to get them in the crossing.? He had silver bullets but they were more for killing him and his kind¡not demons.? He didn¡¯t go to church not cause he was afraid, but because of the number of men he had killed¡he was by no means worthy of church. (Callie Carson) ? The wind continued to howl outside, sand pelting the building as they heard the sound of growling at the doors and windows to the sheriff's office. The grating noise of sharp talons scraping across the wooden door then filled the room and left them all uneasy. The sheriff looked at the group and shook his head, "Demons? Magic? You all been smoking peyote or something? I don;t know what's out there but it ain't nothin' like that." ?"Oh really?" Callie asked calmly as she sat on the sheriff's desk and loaded her pistol with the special bullets. She looked up and gave a nod toward Flynn, "I suppose it was mass hallucination when we saw my friend there turn into a horse?" ?The sheriff started to respond and was cut off by the deep, laughing growl right outside the door, followed by the slamming of heavy fists against the wood. He considered again responding, but decided maybe the girl was right Callie turned from Chase to Etienne. She scowled and looked back to Chase, "So what's the deal with the girl? Why you dragging her around and keeping her under such close watch?" (Flynn) Flynn lay stretched out on the bench with his hat over his eyes, drifting in the half-consciousness that exists between wakefulness and sleep, aware of what was being said but feeling like he was hearing it from far, far away.? He was dimly aware of the raging chaos pounding and clawing at the door to the sheriff's office, but largely ignored it. The only thing that mattered at the moment was replenishing his glamour.? Ordinarily, he would have gone to secret spots where free glamour magically gathered, but if this was unknown territory to him and if there were any such spots in the vicinity, they were apparently beyond his ability to sense. ? He could also ordinarily gather glamour from the imaginations of people, but right now everyone in this drab little town was raging about under some seemingly demonic control. The only one who wasn't was the sheriff who seemed to have all the imagination of a dried horse turd.? Which only left Callie and the others gathered with him in the sheriff's drab and dreary office.? And under the circumstances, it was unlikely that any of them would be indulging in any kind of reverie any time soon. There was one option left. It would leave him vulnerable for a time, but he didn't see any way around it. Releasing his contact with the conscious world, he let himself go and began constructing a dream, letting his own imagination guide him.? He summoned his memories of his passionate coupling with Callie and began using them to fashion a dreamscape of a naked Callie, but one so huge as to take up the whole horizon, a vast mountain range of womanhood, with curving hills, deep inviting valleys, languid flows of curling brush and briar, and starlight reflected in eye pools the size of lakes.? It was his companion writ large and overpowering, and the pookah lost himself in the wonder of her, his mortal sensuality filling with desire even as his fae self drank in the glamour that was now overflowing from his creation. [Sicilien] Regardless of how deeply Sicilien may have slept, there was a part of him that always stayed away on some level.? It wasn't that he wasn't able to drift off, but that his very nature dictated that he always keep on eye open, so to speak.? Even if it was an eye that neither of them could see.? Howlings aside, this was a relatively peaceful place so he took what he could get.? It sounded like the trouble they were going to get to would increase in level as they went along, if the demonic forces that were hellbent on tearing them apart would not disperse.? Like most hordes, mindless, feral beings like the ones whirling about the in the storm always had a leader, and if they find this leader, then they could put a stop to the chaos.? That is, if the leader was anywhere near here, which they would be stupid if they were. Regardless, they were stuck here for now and he was going to get some semblance of rest.? However, when his consciousness heard Callie mention the female, he perked up, though gave no physical indication thereof.? His chest continued to rise and fall, being quite successful at the mimicry of one deep in sleep, but kept one ear open.? He, too, was curious as to why Chase had such a hard-on for her. Etienne Dessuente? As Etienne lay listening with her back to the group, her hair across her face she would be lying if she didn¡¯t secretly find it amusing that the woman was starting to grill the big ass who had followed her here both to the town and in the jail...the fact that he had actually apparently helped her notwithstanding. She was also the surprised that other women didn¡¯t hear his explanation of why he wasn¡¯t letting her out of his sight. ?Because he believed she was part of this five that the crazy Amy kept yammering about. She wasn¡¯t...or at least that wasn¡¯t something she was willing to claim (even if truth be told she did kinda believe). Her life was complicated enough without getting wrapped up in this drama. Tag - Chase, Callie, Flynn, Sicilien, Etienne, Charity (jumping in) |
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