OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[footfall]

[ There's not much he can say to that except: ] Sometimes, yeah. An' sometimes being king of anythin' round here is good enough reason to get your ass killed faster than it coulda been.

[ The Hunter says this because he knows it for a fact. He had plenty of dead bodies cooling and going to rot under his feet, but he'd never been made king of anything; and he liked it that way. Being somebody just made you more of a target, a bigger piece of the pie that someone else would want a hold of. After a moment of staring, the Hunter looks away again, out the rain-spattered windows onto the meager settlement beyond. Lifting his shoulders, he gives them a slow roll. ] You don't look the killing type.

[scouting]

[Maybe that was true. But all the men on their hills than Darren heard about held some measure of safety, looking down at anyone coming to try and kill them.]

We all do what we got to.

[A brief frown, and he looks away again. No, he was not the killing type, though he'd defended himself as he'd needed to a few times (and the memories sat badly with him, like food curdling in his gut). But that was what this land made them all. Liars and murderers and thieves.]