Ariel Lee Underwood (_intherough) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-07-09 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: amadeus lazarus, character: ariel lee underwood |
Who: Amadeus & Ariel
What: Ariel returns to the haven after having been gone to places unknown for almost a whole day.
When: July 9th, halfway through the night
Where: Amadeus's haven
Status: TBD
Rating/Warnings: Dead bear?
There was only so much guilt and so much feeling like he was useless that he could take, even if it would be piled on by the evening's actions. So after the conversation about Felix, he had taken off. Eventually, he had almost autopiloted himself to the Deleware Water Gap, finding a trail that he could park on out of sight. That evening, he had spent most of his time just wandering in the trees. It was something he'd needed - that feeling of nature surrounding him, smothering him. As much as he protested and turned his back on his clan, he had always preferred being out in the wilds rather than the city.
Sometime between then and there, he had... Taken his anger out and disposed of the carcass, buried the blood. Then he had hidden amongst the hills and the trees, sleeping through the day in the dark of a bear den. As the moon rose again, he had packed up his prize and ridden back into the city. By the time he returned to Amadeus's haven, it had been nearly a whole day since he'd just taken off but he wasn't planning on apologizing for it. Amadeus didn't fucking own him--alright, that wasn't fair. He knew it wasn't. There was a murder investigation going on and vanishing like that was just bad but he'd needed it.
So when Ariel finally walked into the haven, he'd rather nonchalantly tossed a rather large burlap sack on the floor. It was dripping and it stank of animal blood. Ariel himself was... filthy. Dirt streaked and covered in cuts, gouges, large animal bite marks, claw marks that he hadn't bothered to heal - mostly because he'd not taken the time to feed yet. But he said nothing, didn't even look for Amadeus yet. He was just a trail of clothing left behind on the way to the shower to clean off the muck and caked, nasty blood and the burrs in his hair. Even just getting under the water was starting to feel... somewhat soothing. Good things happened in water.