[Ceniza]

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@waka

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The first meeting between
Ceniza and Huckleberry
Ongoing.

The morning sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, with flocks of birds bursting from the treetops; their silhouettes stark against the paling sky. The foxwolf had been awake long before this, preferring to work in the cover of darkness, but now the silence was filled with the various tweets and songs that traveled through the forest. She didn't mind, but if she were back home she would've found the sudden noise to be a rather rude awakening.

She did not have time to sleep in, not when she was in completely unfamiliar territory.

She was on the borders of a jungle, the number of trees increasing to nearly claustrophobic levels; the sun was beginning to disappear amongst the clusters of leaves above. That was not the part that bothered the wine coloured woman - what irritated her was the humid heat that seeped in through her fur. She had made a lot of progress in more neutral climates, but now she found herself stopping and taking breaks to catch her breath and try to cool herself off.

On top of that, she had seen the crocodiles that lay in the rivers, and she was not amused.

Her latest pause had her sitting near a waterfall, far enough that there would not be a scaled monstrosity leaping out towards her, but still managing to feel a constant light spray of water landing on her from the water hitting the rocks nearby. A noise caught her attention, her head turning towards a man who was approaching her slowly. Curling her tail around herself, she made no attempt to be subtle when she checked him out.

There was one thing that stood out to her.

"You look rough, buddy."

There was a story here, and she wanted to know it.

[Huckleberry]

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Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault

It was gruesome work, sometimes he still tasted the iron of Vienna's blood. Still he could not bring himself to feel sorry for her, she had made her grave the moment she believed she was free. Saboro was going to swallow either one or both of them, he had done his time, he had suffered enough under the the curling claws of tyrants and their damned beasts. He'd seen himself free after the demise of another, and he felt nothing. It means nothing to me, this means nothing to me. 

How long had he traveled? The fear and paranoia long since settled in and seeding it's way to take root in the depths of his mind and plant it's corrupted thoughts. How far away could one truly get from the origin of their birth? What stain had Saboro left on this wretch that now left him completely unhinged? He was no different from the rest of them, perhaps just as bad if not worse. Yet, Huckleberry thought himself indifferent to it all, and somehow better. Oh honey, how news loved to hit the blissfully unaware in the face, or maybe he was in stark denial of it. He couldn't possibly be the very thing he sworn himself to never be. He wasn't that kind of monster, no, he was just a worse breed.

Water was a blessing, one that could not be squandered when he came upon it, the sound of rushing rivers and babbling brooks like a cacophonous melody, one he gladly welcomed. Water for another chance to cover his tracks, to break the scent and put that much more distance between himself and that hellish nightmare realm. 

What he wasn't expecting was company, ragged and tattered body swaying from side to side drunkenly as she dragged his tired legs to the water's edge. The spray of water washing over him in a light mist and he recoiled at the cold at first, before settling. He had looked past the woman, her vibrant hues harsh to his eyes and his lip curled to show teeth the moment she spoke out to him. "You should see the other guy." A bit of dark humor masked in a subtle threat. He'd turn his head so she'd be met with that eyeless socket, marred over with scars. "Now what do you want?" Clearly not above attacking a stranger if it proved to be in his best interest, the woman had better choose her words very, very carefully. This one wields a dagger.