Hopeless Wanderer

The Raiders sometimes travel as a giant pack, other times in smaller groups. Any of their camps can be posted here.
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21 Sep 2013, 19:21 #21

    Gaspar shoved the three runes he had been holding into his pocket. He stood and stepped toward the Raider, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed. Not only had the bastard touched his runes without his permission, but he had grabbed Arielle and possibly hurt her.

    "Those are my runes," he said, his voice a low growl. "I use them to read the future, to tell the nature of a person. They don't like being held by someone who doesn't have permission."

    The Raider laughed and held the bag out behind him, just out of Gaspar or Arielle's reach without forcing them to get even closer. "They look like a bunch of scribbles on rocks to me. Bag's not even big enough to hold anything useful. I was gonna steal 'em but now you're just wasting my time."

    The Rom was suddenly thankful for his time in Haiti, for the spells he had learned there that had nothing to do with fortune telling or healing. There was dark magic in this world just as there had been in his, and he wasn't afraid to tap into it.

    "I said that they don't want you touching them," he said, his voice even deeper. The Raider looked from the larger man to the bag and he let out a shout, dropping the bag into the sand. The beads had left burn marks on his hand.

    "You fucker I'll kill you!" the Raider shouted as he drew a Bowie knife and lunged at Gaspar. So much for not attracting attention. Gaspar stepped forward, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it hard until the knife dropped in the sand and a satisfying crunch echoed among the campfires. The man screamed and grabbed his wrist, dropping to his knees.

    "We're even. Leave the knife, it's mine now," he snarled. "Apologize to Arielle."

    "That little bitch?" the man squealed. Gaspar reached for the man's other arm and he fell back, whimpering.

    "Fine, fine! I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he said, scooting backward until he was out of reach before getting to his feet and running off to lick his wounds.

    "There. We can trade his knife for a blanket," Gaspar said, picking up the knife and sliding it into his belt, then collecting his runes. Once he had gotten things settled again, he looked to Arielle. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

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21 Sep 2013, 19:47 #22

Arielle felt her transformation begin and barely managed to stop it. The only part she wanted were the claws, but she wasn’t able to form those alone. She turned her head to see Gaspar coming closer and her eyes widened. She wasn’t quite sure what the man who had grabbed her was, but she hoped Gaspar would be able to handle him.

She wasn’t sure what Gaspar did to him, but the man squeezed her wrist harder while he cried out in pain, drawing a quiet whimper from her. She saw the runes fall, but didn’t reach for them. As soon as she was released, Arielle scrambled away from the pair. She sat huddled in the sand on the other side of the fire, trying to look even smaller than she was, clutching her wrist to her chest and squeezed her eyes closed as fur rippled over her body once more.

The crunch of the man’s wrist breaking caused her to flinch and she failed in trying not to listen to anything else. The wolf didn’t even move when the man apologized to her, knowing he didn’t actually mean it. Still, it was nice that Gaspar had managed to get the words from the man’s mouth.

It wasn’t until she heard the man’s footsteps fading that Arielle finally opened her once again light blue lupine eyes and watched him until he disappeared behind a tent. Arielle didn’t look up as Gaspar spoke to her, but she held out her arm, trembling, to see. Her wrist throbbed and there were already bruises that she could see in the firelight, but she didn’t think it was injured, at least not worse than a sprain. It would definitely be hurting in the morning.

“N-no, it just hurts,” she told him, moving her arms back into her lap as she pulled her knees up. “Th-thanks for your help.” She glanced at the knife where she had put it in his belt. “What um sort of shape is the knife in? You might be able to get more than a blanket for it.” The blankets were likely to be in bad shape, and he would probably need more than one.
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21 Sep 2013, 19:59 #23

    Watching Arielle grow fur and then lose it again was certainly a bizarre thing - however, in his angry state, Gaspar wasn't about to react too much to it. She had told him what she was and he had to adjust. He knelt down and looked at her wrist. It was already bruising, which meant that it was going to be extremely sore in the morning. What's more, it was probably sprained. He wasn't sure what that meant for a werewolf, but he knew that in a human a sprain meant several weeks of healing and pain. He muttered something beneath his breath, a series of curses in a handful of pidgin languages. If only he had spent some time in the desert, learning the practices of desert people. There might be cactuses or herbs to help with bruising, but all that he knew was from other lands, from different climates. He felt at a loss.

    "It's a good knife, I think," he said, pulling it back out from his belt and examining it. It was unlike any knife he had ever seen, made of materials that he had never encountered. The black handle was hard as a stone but did not feel like rock at all, rather, it had a hollow, odd texture to it. The blade was metal, well-forged without any flaws. He traced his finger over the end of the blade and nodded. It was very, very sharp. No rust, no damage. Other than the bizarre quality of the handle, it was a fine blade indeed. (Unbeknownst to the man, who had never lived past the Industrial Revolution, the handle was made of a hard plastic.)

    "If that man bothers you again I will break his other wrist," Gaspar said, still angry that she was hurt even though he had been sitting so close. "I wish there was more I could do to help."
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21 Sep 2013, 20:18 #24

While absently running her thumb over her injured wrist, Arielle looked over at the knife when he pulled it out. She managed not to lean away at the sight of someone else drawing a weapon, only because he had just gotten through helping her. Her eyes followed as his finger ran over the blade and she nodded her agreement with him.

“It’s okay,” Arielle told him with a light blush. “He probably won’t, at least not for a while.” When he was healed, if he healed, it wouldn’t be a surprise to her if he tried to get revenge, likely against her. But she would deal with that when it happened.

“Y-you should be able to trade that knife for more than a blanket,” Arielle told him quietly. “But, um, try not to show them what else you have or they’ll try to get more.” It would likely be obvious to the other Raiders that he was new, and she had no doubts that they would try to demand more from him when the knife would otherwise be good enough.

“Do you have a container for water? Or um, anymore clothes?” She asked, trying to think of other things people may trade for the knife along with a blanket. The blanket would be very useful, and she doubted he would get the best quality clothes in addition to it, but it would be better than nothing. “You also, um, might want to trade during the day.” She, at least, disliked approaching other people at night. That still left him without a blanket for the night. Chewing her lip, Arielle scooted over to where her own bag lay and dug inside with her good hand.

“For tonight, you could borrow my blanket,” she said, tugging it out by a corner. A roll of bandages fell out with it, which she picked up and put in her lap. “I can um, sleep as a wolf tonight and I’ll be okay.” It was common for her to do so anyway, just to be able to hear even better.
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21 Sep 2013, 20:45 #25

    Gaspar nodded his head in understanding and put the empty bean cans into his bag - they could serve some purpose in the future. He had learned how to survive on almost nothing for many years and knew the value of even items that seemed useless.

    "I can't just take your blanket, wolf or no," he said, a frown creasing his brows. He didn't want to take advantage of the poor woman the way everyone else seemed to. Perhaps there was another way. "We could share the blanket, if you don't mind. You can still change into a wolf if you want, I promise I won't try anything funny. Body heat is just the best way to stay warm after the fires have died." Years and years in the frozen wastes of Eastern Europe had taught him one thing, at least.

    "Hold out your wrist and let me see those bandages," he ordered her. He had been unable to protect her from getting hurt, so he had to make it better in whatever way he could. "I can wrap it so that it does not move and heals better."

    The idea of Arielle's warm body against his, in human form, made him feel things he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge. Perhaps it had been too long since he had been with a woman - he had sworn off sex for a time after nearly being cursed by one of the slave girls he had shared a bed with. He smiled at her, trying to be warm and friendly when really he just wanted her to give him the damn arm so he could make it better.
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21 Sep 2013, 21:07 #26

Share the blanket. Arielle’s eyes widened a little and she swallowed. It wasn’t uncommon for her to share a blanket with the other Scarecrows sometimes, but someone she had only just met? But he was right, it would keep them both warmer. There didn’t seem to be any other Scarecrows around tonight.

She was still considering and hadn't answered right away when he mentioned her wrist. Arielle ducked her head at his tone and looked down at her wrist, pulling it closer to her body automatically. Hesitating, she then convinced herself he wasn’t simply going to take her bandages and run off. She held out the bandages, and then her arm, watching nervously. At the same time, Arielle knew that if she was going to share a blanket with him, she needed to stop seeming so nervous.

“Um, if you wrap my thumb with it, it won’t stay on when I transform,” Arielle said quietly, unsure of how he planned on using the bandages. They were meant for this really, not for going directly on wounds, and they were pretty dirty. If he wrapped it in a way that it would fall off when she transformed, it wouldn’t last very long.

“Also, we can sh-share the blanket,” she told him. It was definitely better than being cold, and she was tired of being cold at night, even with her fire.
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25 Sep 2013, 01:50 #27

    Gaspar gently took Arielle's hand and wrist into his own hands, his fingers rough but his touch light. He thought for a moment, looking at her arm and thinking about how it would move when she shifted. The thumb was clearly out of the question, but a basic wrap around the wrist would work. When she shifted her leg would be thinner than her wrist was now, but her foot would be large enough that it would stay on until she shifted back. Theoretically, anyway. At the very worst he would help her re-wrap it after shifts.

    "I can re-wrap it after you shift if I need to," he said, though he wasn't entirely sure how that would work since communication with her in wolf form would be difficult at best. He offered a slight smile and began wrapping, cautious to not pull too tightly but to still make sure it was on well enough to actually do some good. He was alert to any winces or changes in Arielle's behavior. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

    "Okay, good," he said in reference to sharing the blanket. Body heat was a wonderful, magical thing. He had shared blankets with other men before out of necessity and did not automatically think of sleeping beside someone as a precursor to any sexual act. Besides, he could protect her much better if he was close to her.

    He smiled a little bit more widely, glad that she trusted him enough to sleep beside him. The truth of the matter was that he was exhausted, but he didn't want to seem overeager to crawl under the blanket beside her.

    "Just let me know when you get sleepy. I can stay awake for days if I really have to," he said.
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25 Sep 2013, 02:25 #28

“O-okay,” Arielle nodded, watching as he wrapped her wrist. Her immediate reaction was to pull away, which she squashed; this had to be done. She hoped her wrist would feel better within the next couple days. Having it wrapped was basically like pinning a target on her and she’d be doing her best to hide it until then. She did her best not to let her expression change as his touch caused her wrist to ache a little more. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, and there wasn’t any other way to wrap it.

Once he was finished, she looked over the wrapping, more out of curiosity than anything else and then rested it in her lap again since her knees were still pulled up.

“It won’t be too long,” Arielle told him. “I usually wait until the people camped near me are asleep.” Her fire was always at the edge of the Raider camps because she didn’t like feeling surrounded by them.

After a little while, Arielle stood and walked around the fire to add more rotten wood. Then she sat back down next to him and picked up the blanket. “Right, um, I’ll shift first and then we can sleep.” She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and turned away from him, facing the desert surrounding the camp. Arielle quickly disrobed under the blanket and folded the clothes to use as a pillow, then after a glance towards Gaspar over her shoulder, she began to shift.

Fur grew in a wave down her body as she changed shape. She stood when she was finished, moving with a slight limp out from under the blanket to shake out her fur, then glanced hesitantly up towards Gaspar, unsure of how he would be feeling about the shift.
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25 Sep 2013, 02:39 #29

    Watching a beautiful young woman change into a wolf was definitely a unique experience. He had never seen anything like it, and while it was strange, it was sort of lovely at the same time. He imagined that some of what he didn't see under the blanket was more grotesque, as bones and muscles reshaped themselves, but the final effect was amazing. The fact that the timid, sweet young woman had changed into a predator was fascinating in and of itself.

    Wolves were something rarely seen in his old world. They would only come near the campsites if they were desperate for food, and then it was usually an older, sickly wolf that had been left by its pack. To be so close to a healthy wolf was a little frightening. However, Gaspar liked dogs well enough, and that was how he had decided to think of this. Arielle was just a pretty lady inside of a fluffy dog body. That was the easiest way to deal with things and get rid of any fear. At least that's what he hoped.

    He wasn't sure how to show his reaction, to assure her that he was alright. Part of him wanted to scratch behind her ears like he often had to his favorite dogs back in the camps, but he doubted that would go over well. It was sort of demeaning, wasn't it? Instead he moved closer and laid down beside her, pulling the blanket over his body. He held one side of the blanket up so that she could snuggle in beside him. Maybe one day she would be willing to sleep beside him in human form...

    He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful in this form too but couldn't seem to find the words. He didn't want to offend her or make her think he was a weirdo, so he hoped that offering the space beside him to sleep would be proof enough that he was comfortable with her shift.
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25 Sep 2013, 03:01 #30

He seemed to take it alright, although Arielle wasn’t quite sure what to make of his lack of reaction. The fact that their only light was a flickering fire may have been a good thing. She didn’t look directly at him after her initial glance and hunched down a little, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. Even though she was a small wolf, she was still a wolf and she knew she looked dangerous. Instead of looking right at him, Arielle watched Gaspar from the corner of her eye as he picked up the blanket.

There was only a moment of hesitation before the corners of Arielle's mouth turned up in the wolf version of a smile. Arielle hobbled in a circle several times and then laid down beside Gaspar. She was told she was like a furnace in her wolf form, which she supposed made sense given her fur coat. She kept it as clean as possible, given the circumstances, and she was happy it wasn’t patchy. Arielle often thought that’s why the other Scarecrows liked to share a blanket; she put off enough body heat to keep them both warm.

Arielle scooted a little closer to Gaspar under the blanket, feeling oddly safe laying against a stranger. It helped that he had stood up for her twice. After a yawn, she grabbed the blanket in her teeth to pull it higher up over her shoulder and then laid her head down on the ground. Not long after, she drifted off to a light sleep.
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