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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:39 am
They were in the desert, just outside the base camp. There was a familiar scent in the air, and he would recognize it as belonging to Clerise. But the redhead wasn't there, and instead Clarice was sitting on a stack of crates, peeling an apple with a scalpel that glinted dangerously in the fading sunlight. "You just missed her, guy." She offered him a knowing grin.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 9:15 am
"Better late then never." Dakota sighed as he joined Clarice on the crates, staring at sand. Never not sand. "She's always off in a ******** hurry, without so much as a goodbye. Can't keep up with her." He crossed his legs, leaning back on the boxes.
"I hate this place." It reminded him of something, but it could've been anything. his back itched in a terrible spot where he just couldn't reach.. "How come you ain't with her?" As far as he knew, the two were always putting their heads together, conspiring something.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:15 am
The blonde smiled fondly at his description of her lover, and the expression didn't change as she answered, "Because I can no longer reach for her and she cannot see or hear or call out to me. We've fallen to pieces." She laughs brightly at the joke.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 5:56 pm
Dakota rested his forearms on his knees, looking out into the vastness of the desert.
"Sucks." He could feel a sort of irritation to looking out at the desert, like a constant reminder of something he hated that lived out here. Something he hated that took more then one precious thing away from him. "When all the pieces fall away from each that is."
He waited a moment more.
"Why am I here?" He wasn't close to Clarice honestly, and the last time he recalled the woman was when she had tried to get him out of a tree with Raeg. It hadn't been pretty.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:04 pm
"Because you're looking for something." Clarice tilted her head at him, "Not me, though. I'm just what you've found." A pause and then, "Do you know what it is?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:13 pm
God his back itched a ******** ton, and he moved his arm to reach over at it. Only to feel the scar.
"Not a ******** clue." Dakota let his hand dropped, "Why would I be looking for anything?"
Dakota sat back.
"Is it revenge?" Maybe that's why he looked at the desert still, seeking out something to pop out for him, to vent all the anger he had or whatever. He didn't know.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:18 pm
She smiled and looked out toward the sand, "Might be. They say it doesn't bring anybody back, but we know better than that." Clarice's eyes shifted back to him, "Why did you transfer?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:23 pm
"Because I didn't want to protect anyone anymore."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:32 pm
"Isn't that what being a Hunter is, though, in the end...no matter your division?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 6:49 pm
"Not anymore." Dakota shrugged.
"It's about who can eat who first, which d**k is bigger then the other and whose got the most artifacts in their purse. and we're the dogs that let it play out for them and fetch when we're told."
He got up, brushing off his pants.
"I've been defending people who don't feel the same Clarice, so why should I keep doing it?" Dakota looked at her, "So I do what I do best, search, rescue, bring them back. See my wife in a blue moon. Go back out."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:05 pm
In the distance a small, four-legged figure trots across the sand, away from the camp. "Maybe that's what you're looking for," she nods at the silhouette.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:08 pm
Like Clerise, he got up and left without as much as a goodbye.
He would follow it, but he wondered why he did.
Why he always followed blindly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:11 pm
At first it looked like a dog, but as the distance closed, Dakota would recognize it for a coyote. For awhile it was content to trot ahead of him, but suddenly it spun and jumped at him, snapping its teeth around his scarf and then hopping away playfully. Tag, you're it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:20 pm
Dakota had seen those pups before. They weren't uncommon in his neck of the woods, they just weren't so...
he almost punched it as it leapt at him. The instinct to defend himself was there, and to fight back.
But it just tugged on his scarf and ran off. He righted the fabric, gave the coyote a peeved stare and chased after it.
When he got close enough, he stuck it's hand in its fur. "Gotcha you little ******** had he gotten though? that was the question.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:26 pm
Head whipping around, the coyote barred its teeth and abruptly stuck its tongue up his nose. The wind picked up at that moment, and the chill of the desert night began to set in. There was still light, though, gentle and flickering behind them. Turning, Dakota would notice the distant camp on fire. The creature wiggled and whined and tricked him just enough to slip away, to begin running again, only to pause and wait for him to catch up.
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