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Post by ravelin on Apr 22, 2018 1:52:19 GMT
The scent of the approaching dog was lost on Cécile. Her nose was in fact so bloodied by her meal that she could hardly smell anything but for the earthly and someone macabre cocktail of fragrances made from blood, rabbit, and the wildflowers, mud, and grass that she laid upon. In the end, it was the casual thump of feet and the quick, chirpy "Hello!" that infomed Cécile of her intruder.
The white dog jumped, her tail whipping up and disrupting some of the soil and mud enough to splash it up on the backs of Cécile's ankles. She pivoted swiftly on her heels to face the stranger.
Cécile shook out her fur and eyed the other dog with open wariness, letting the other talk first. She noted the distance that the other dog had left between them, and was satisfied and appreciative of it.
"And what if I did?" Cécile asked coolly.
The pitt mix didn't take her eyes off of the stranger, but gestured with her chin back towards the marked tree. "Would you know what it meant, or what I'd use to make it?" Was the stranger playing her? Maybe they knew more than they were letting on. |
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Post by ravelin on Apr 17, 2018 21:39:29 GMT
Cécile licked the bloody piece of cartilage from the rabbit she'd caught, and then absentmindedly drew it between her teeth and sucked out the marrow from the bone behind it. Her white paws had taken on a pink look from the blood that leaked out of the body held in place between her forelegs. The thick grass under her belly cooled off the heat of the hunt from her muscles, and she was enjoying her meal quite thoroughly until her eyes had caught something strange on one of the trees before her.
The bark of the pine appeared to have been scratched out by something most sharp. Angry gouges had been made, so that only the pale lignin structures beneath jutted starkly out. Potentially a tool had been used to produce this mess, and it had been done not long ago, judging by the strips and chips of mutilated bark littering the ground amid the tree's shed orange needles. There was perhaps a meaningful shape suggested in the carving, some sort of symbol or direction or fragment of coded dialogue, and Cécile pondered this in idle curiosity as she ate.
OOC: I have no defined plans behind this carving, so feel free to assign it one, if you'd like to explore that in this thread. Otherwise, the meaning and origin of it could be discovered as it progresses, and created based off of my own thoughts and yours. |
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