Devil's Tower

Who: Grim and Femme
Where: Their camp outside Sundance
When: Monday morning
Why: Saying goodbye for now...

Grim awoke to the distinct feeling of empty space. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that Christian and Abaddon were both gone already. He laid there for a moment, letting his body relax against the cool earth beneath him. If he listened carefully enough he could still hear Famine's breathing and it comforted him. After a few moments he pushed himself to a sitting position, the sleeping bag falling to his waist as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He looked to either side of him to see where Christian and Abaddon's sleeping bags had left the grass mussed. They hadn't made a complete camp the night before since they were so close to Sundance and didn't want to draw attention to themselves. He knew that it was best for them to enter as single strangers, but he never liked this part of their coming into a town. Even if they had to flee a trail of trouble and blood from a town they encountered at least they were able to leave together.

He shivered a little in the early morning light and slipped back down into his sleeping bag. He threw his weight to the right and rolled, sleeping bag and all, over to Famine's side. He was happy that she was still there with him and he wanted to spend what time he could with her before they too had to go their separate ways. He bumped gently up against her with his front as he laid on his side. Only his eyes and the top of his head showed from above the hem of his sleeping bag as he watched her awaken. "Good morning beautiful," he said with a hidden smile.

Who: Grim and OPEN farm Wolves or city Wolves passing through.
Where: Weeding one of the gardens
When: Early afternoon
Why: Trying to earn his keep

Grim wasn't used to hard labor of any kind, but he was trying to have a decent attitude about the things that the farm Wolves asked him to do for them. These people had taken him in and had more or less given him the benefit of the doubt. Little did they know that he was using them as a temporary respite from the road. He was almost never left alone, and they had good cause. His scythe had yet to be returned to him but he had made them promise to keep it safe. The day after he'd been caught he'd had to tell the Wolves about Eliot and Death. The woods were too dangerous to leave them there alone and he would have found it almost impossible to sneak out to feed and water them.

Even though he was assigned that afternoon to weed the very garden that he'd been caught stealing from, he was glad to do it as it would give him a few minutes alone. He'd untied Eliot's cage from his hip and sat it in the shady spot beside him. He would need to contact the others soon, but he wanted to earn some greater trust from these Wolves before he did. Jinx was obviously not among them, but he'd heard that half of their tribe lived in the city. They were a larger group than any of the other organized tribes he'd encountered along the way, and there was still the possibility that she could be in the city. He hadn't asked about her outright yet as he was waiting for a good opportunity. For now he would simply continue to play the wandering child card and see how things panned out.

He had been on his hands and knees for a good half before he glanced in the direction of his guard who was working the weeds closer to the fence and a good distance away. He laid back onto the rich earth to let his hands rest and wipe the sweat from his brow. He closed his eyes against the bright sun and pressed an upturned wrist to his brow. He was getting hungry, but didn't feel comfortable asking for food- he would wait until it was given him and then he would share it with Eliot.

Who: Grim, Mouse, Dusty and Grey later.
Where: Watershed Farm garden
When: Later Thursday night
Why: A boy has got to eat! (and feed his rat and horse of course!)
Rating: Possible scuffley violence maybe but nothing too bad?


Grim had gathered more information from the trading post as to the location of the farm. It was more or less due east along the river from where he'd met Smith. During the day he'd scoped it out from a good distance; well enough to locate the garden anyway. He found a place to tether his horse that was close enough to keep Death safe, but also close enough that he wouldn't have to run far to get back to her. He waited several hours after the sun had set. He wanted to be sure enough that most of the farm's people would be asleep.

It had been a while since he'd had a good meal. They'd been on the move and when they weren't settled with one of Christian's harems things were sometimes slim pickings. He could already taste fresh tomato juice as he slunk through the dark and slipped under the fence. He'd left Eliot with Death, and carried only his scythe in one hand and a bag in his other. The garden was surprisingly easy to infiltrate. He had been worried about dogs, but he was prepared to kill them if he had to. It crossed his mind that this whole thing was probably a bad idea, and that if Christian had been around he'd be hitting Grim upside the head. Yet, hunger had won out against his better judgement and in minutes he had filled his bag with tomatoes, cucumbers and other warm-weather veggies. Once he'd filled his bag he was just about to leave when he spied some watermelons at the other end of the garden. He crawled over and sat down after slinging his scythe and loaded bag over his shoulder. He found a smaller melon and sliced it open with the knife from his boot.

He wet his lips in anticipation and stabbed his knife into the remaining melon while he bit into the piece he'd cut off.

Who: Grim and Smith
Where: The river near the Trading Post
When: Early afternoon
Why: A bit of lunch by the river
Status: Complete!

Grim hadn't been in town for long. Despite the anxiety that was driving him forward in his search of his Hades, he had followed the plan and fallen back a little to come into town separately and discreetly as possible. He rode down along the edge of what was, unbeknown to him, Twin Feather territory. When he came to the river he rode east along its northern bank. He could hear the Trading Post before he could actually see it through the trees and he figured now was as good a time as any to sit down and have a bite to eat.

"Hungry, aren't you Eliot? Who am I kidding. You would eat until you burst if I would allow it, you naughty rat." He chuckled and tapped the small bird-like cage that hung at his hip and contained his pet black rat. He turned Death towards the river and dismounted, being careful not to let the scythe that hung at his back hurt his horse. He dug through the saddle bag for an apple and the last bit of bread that he'd stolen from the band of drifter's they'd accosted a week or so ago. With his goods in hand he tethered Death loosely to a tree branch. There was plenty of lush grass for her to graze on.

He untied Eliot's cage from his waist and sat it down on the grass of the river bank. The weather had grown warm and Grim was forced to remove his heavy riding cloak. He spread it on the ground and drew a fallen strap of his tank top back over his shoulder. "Lunch time Eliot." He plopped onto the riding cloak and took a bite out of the apple. He broke a smalled piece off with his teeth and pushed it between the bars of the rat's cage. "I hate the summer. I wish it would snow."