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[gotaknife]

Who: Martin Blackwood (gotaknife) and you!
What: Spring Catch-All (open and closed prompts (just closed at the moment))
When: March-April
Where: Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: Will mark threads as necessary

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for Jon

[gotaknife]

The lamps would have made the trip easier, but it's not lost on Martin that this is far from the worst Trench has had to offer in the last several months. Still, it feels like a frustrating slog to try to make their way through the woods, especially with how the plantlife has grown up over the path in the last month, and it's difficult not to complain about it.]

You'd think just for one month - just one - they'd let us catch a bit of a break.

[He pauses and bends down to retie the laces on his boots, when he spots it, just by chance, as he glances left and right into the woods. A pair of yellow eyes gleaming at them through the underbrush.

His voice drops, barely above a whisper and for a moment, he's frozen, as though afraid any sudden moves might provoke a reaction.]

Uh... Jon? We're, ah, we're not alone.

[itknowsyou]

[ Jon draws to a stop a few paces ahead, and turns back with a worried little frown. The first sign that something terrible is about to happen is that his expression goes distant and intent, head cocked slightly as though listening to something just out of earshot. The second is that, in the branches of a nearby tree, smoke begins coalescing into the shape of an owl.

It only ever shows up when there will be something worth watching. Jon never seems to notice it, in the same way he'd come to tune out the starting click. ]

Martin, did you... bring a weapon?

[ They leave it unsaid that he's usually the weapon. But he has the dawning, horrible feeling that he may not be much help against this. ]

cw: undead dogs

[gotaknife]

Uh... no, nothing helpful, anyway.

[Martin's eyes are still locked on the creature's as he stays crouched low to the ground. He doesn't seem to notice the click as the owl materializes from the smoke, but the dog does, and answers it with a low threatening growl.

Martin rises to his feet slowly as though trying not to startle the beast and he backs away as it pushes its way through the undergrowth onto the path. It pulls back its lips in a snarl as it steps towards them as though daring them to run, raw flesh and muscle showing through patches of dark, matted fur.]

Oh... oh boy... That, uh. That's not good.

[Alarm peaks sharply as the undergrowth rustles around them on either side of the trail as the rest of the pack closes in around them.]