#d: 4.25.23

[fenriksblade]

when: 25 april 2023 where: obsidian city who: @astridmaikdottir​

Obsidian City was full of oddities. It wasn’t just because fae, vampire, and more all coexisted, but certainly there were all sorts of other sights to behold. Fenrik, for example, had taken the train into the city, the stray coyote that sometimes wandered onto the compound property, was on his back. Some people seemed to know it was not some odd breed of dog. Others either didn’t realize or didn’t care one way or another. 

Today, Bone (named as such because when Fenrik had first found him he had been gnawing on a bone; he had never been creative with names, his wife had named both their twins) had wandered onto the compound, limping. He realized that the animal must have twisted or broken a bone, possibly in a fight with another creature. Possibly having been caught in a trap by a hunter. Either way, the injury was out of Fenrik’s own personal expertise, and so he had strapped the animal to his back and gone into the city, by train to get to a vet there. Bloodhearth, unfortunately, didn’t quite provide such services. 

Now, he walked out of the animal hospital, Bone still on his back with a cast on the leg. It had been hours of waiting and now Fenrik was hungry. He wondered what were the chances of being able to sit and eat somewhere with the injured coyote. He was pretty sure they were slim to none, but he still looked around, not wanting to wait to trek all the way back to Bloodhearth before being able to eat. 

He could hear whining coming from the animal on his back. He looked over to see Bone staring longingly at a woman nearby. His nose sniffed at the air, clearly catching something on her. He must have been hungry, too, Fenrik realized.

Clearing his throat, he grunted, “Excuse me, ma’am, do you happen to have any food on you? And where would you have gotten it from, by chance?” After all, maybe it was something good. 

#c1: astrid #astridmaikdottir #d: 4.25.23