Your Violet Skies [Zora and Kearie] Mar 17, 2012 17:32:31 GMT -5
Post by Persephone Todd on Mar 17, 2012 17:32:31 GMT -5
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“So yeah, that's why our cat had only one eye.”
Watching the trio of mutated women, one wouldn’t be inclined to guess that the small blotchy one was acting as a guide of sorts. She seemed occupied in nothing other than animated chatter with her companions. Recently, Persephone had forgotten all about the guilt of trying to ‘replace’ her old pack, the fear of getting to know people who might die and leave her all alone again. That all seemed like such stupid reasons to deprive herself. The nudibranch anthro was already quite established with Kearie; Zora she wasn’t particularly familiar with, but thus far she hadn’t show any signs of being unpleasant. Quite the contrary.
Of course, one might say it was even necessary, this involvement in the conversation. Seph’s mind had to be kept firmly on other things, if she was going to track the source of that nightmare scent.
It was a simple task, anyway. The aroma was completely out of place here, among all the rot and rust. It was of a different world, one of antiseptic and cold metal and softly whirring machines and pristine white. Oh, but that purity was so unwholesome; it was a reminder of the people of that world, who had cast aside all human sympathy and every code of ethics ever written. A cloying sterility that could never drown out all the blood and screams and pain and terror and…
Such thoughts never left her completely alone, but they were never allowed very far. Over time Persephone had learned to keep them tucked carefully away, blurred and lacking details. Even in her sleep those memories were starting to leave her alone, at least overtly. It was almost as if she had forgotten a whole chink of her life. It was the only way to keep herself together. To stay the buoyant person everyone thought she was by nature.
It was the perfect distraction. Immediately she was after the swift little speck, feeling a little smug when she snagged it on the second swoop of her practiced hands. Seph hadn’t really bothered to catch many insects since joining the Nakoma; the food supply was enough that one didn’t really have to resort to entomophagy. But now, with winter on its way, anything she could use to put on a little weight was valuable. The fact that most of her tribefellows were disgusted by the idea made insects the perfect candidate for this. She wouldn’t feel guilty eating them if no one else wanted them.
This little bout of bug hunting barely took her off course, and Seph was already focused on the scent as she stashed away her catch. When they’d started out today, Persephone hadn’t been able to say where the drop had been made, just a general direction. But now, what had earlier been one big blur was now starting to split into separate traces, all tangled together but distinguishable. One smell in particular was starting to seem related to the one she was following, and it wasn’t a good sign. Not in the least.
Figures the Keepers weren’t going to hand over valuable supplies without getting some fun out of it.
“Hold up a moment.” Absently, Seph leaned with one hand against Kearie’s shoulder. Her rhinophores were in a flurry of twitches, stirring the air to better analyze it. This definitely wasn’t something she wanted to mention until she was absolutely sure. But the more she grasped for another possibility, the more she was sure she knew where they needed to go. “Great news, you lot. The goods are at the hospital.”