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Volker communes with his Harvester

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Volker
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Race: Human
Profession: Butcher
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Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

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12th of Cylus

Volker was settled into the back of his wagon. He didn't like inns, or what came of interacting with people. He was alone, and as far as he knew the only one of his kind. The only one with this sort of rotting madness in the back of his head. His father hadn't bothered to explain what it was, or how he came to have it...he'd simply done his duty to the Harvester and inducted Volker into it. He had very little knowledge of what he was, and he barely remembered his initiation. It seemed so far away now. For decades he'd treated the Harvester, called Oor, like an annoying parasite. A parasite that urged him to kill and visited him in dreams.

It was amazing to think how much of Volker's life had been utterly dominated by Oor. The reason he traveled so much with an animal who despised him, why he had no friends or family. He'd made honest attempts to settle down, court men and women in the past...it just never worked. The second they figured out what he was they either ran, or attempted to report him to the authorities. The latter usually involved the death of his prospective partner.

Volker sighed, curled up in the wagon. He'd stretched his tent over the top and along the sides inside of it, keeping away the snow and forming a strange, cramped cave. Thankfully, it was warm. He had his bedroll and a blanket, which was more than enough to keep him comfortable. Well, other than the strange position he found himself in. He watched the snow fall outside his little cave, his head tucked securely under the blanket. He couldn't sleep in the twilight. There was little other to do than think. Mostly about how lonely he was. He wanted to find someone of his own kind to talk with. At the very least, it would make living easier.

'Do you really have nothing better to do than moan about how alone you are?' Oor's voice was disappointed. 'Killers are rare. Killers who like other killers are even rarer. Best to just let go of that thought. Mates and children are not in your cards until I say they are. Even then, I usually keep people like your father away from their offspring. The temptation is too great.'

Volker snorted and turned his head to bury it a little more in his blanket. He really, really didn't want to have this discussion again.

'Fine, I'll drop it if you stop moping. You're hungry. The markets are closed at this hour, but that's never stopped either of us. People leave all sorts of things unattended. Besides, moving will make you warmer.'

Volker peeked a bit out from under the blanket at Oor. The shadowy creature was crouched in front of the entrance to his little wagon. Staring. He couldn't ever see the rest of Oor, but he knew his face very well. A blackened, withered corpse with no lips or eyes. His flesh always looked delicate and papery like it would crumble to the touch. A red light shone dully at the back of his throat when he spoke...other than that, anything Volker's eyes tried to focus on would dim and fade. Oor was right...he just didn't particularly want to unfold himself from the warm little prison he'd made. He grunted and pushed the blanket off his shoulders, undoing the tent-tarp above him and pushing it back. Snow cascaded down to either side of the wagon. He found his knives pushed into the back corner and strapped them to his thigh; he never left them anywhere but touching his person in some way or another. They were far too valuable.

'True, can't leave daddy behind now can we? He was a good host.' Oor said sardonically. 'About as humorless as you. Next time I'll find someone who knows what a joke is.'

Volker folded his bedroll up neatly and wrapped it in the tent, tucking it toward the back of the wagon and looking around. Humans were known for poor night vision, but Volker had always had a keen sense of smell. The snow washed away all the temporary scents of the day; humans and other races going about their lives. Sea air. Animals, old feces, fish, forges, and hearths. snow wasn't like rain, where everything was drowned in petrichor. It had an uncanny way of washing everything clean...except for what was currently in the area. He headed toward the docks. It would be coldest there, but it also had the promise of food.
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Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

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As he thought, the docks were freezing. Icy air blew around the slick wooden planks. Ships groaned and crackled as they half-heartedly shook ice from their ropes. Those who had the brains or fortune to dry-docked. Everyone else had to take their chances with the Cylus sea. The docks were the last place any living thing wanted to be in the twilight, but it did have a few denizens. Seabirds and the like were asleep, stray dogs were not. They slid around the docks and pylons like serpents, shivering and chewing at frozen fish-heads.

When Volker made himself apparent, a few dogs scattered. They were the smaller weak ones who knew their time on this earth was limited. Winter would wipe them all out with the next solid freeze no matter where they cowered. The larger, stronger ones who had the lions' share of offal growled at him.

'One of these days you are going to drain a human for me. Just once, I want something sentient whose last thoughts aren't memories of the last time they tied a bitch.' Oor groused.

"I have before. I just do not like to waste. I cannot eat what is drained...it becomes a husk. Completely unusable." Volker said sharply, and picked out a dog from the group. A shepherd mix who hadn't been on the streets long. Perhaps even escaped from a home; he could see compressed fur where a collar might have been.

'Well if you'd let me, I'd show you the exact sort of power you can actually get from it.'
Oor muttered.

Volker lunged. Much as knives gave him an advantage, he liked to give the animals he killed a sporting chance. He struck for the animal's hindquarters, aiming to sink his teeth into one of the dog's hips. The shepherd yowled and ducked his rear, trying to twist himself around and bring his teeth to bear. Volker was expecting it. He shoved upward with his shoulders, and caught the dog under the chin. The animal's teeth shut with a loud click. Volker bit the dog hard on his lower back. He sank his teeth in and dragged the animal backwards. Dogs, in his experience, were a lot like snakes. They couldn't twist too much if you were dragging them by their back end. He seized the animal's hind legs in his hands and yanked them out from underneath it.

The dog seemed to realize it was outmatched and started to panic, scrabbling on the slippery docks and trying to bite at Volker. Volker released one of the dog's legs long enough to punch it in the nose. When it was stunned, he lunged up over the dog's back and gripped him with his teeth just under his skull like any large cat would. Slowly, painfully and with no small amount of drag on his teeth he pushed left. The dog's neck cricked at a very odd position and the dog was screaming under him. Volker tightened his jaws, and shook his head hard until he heard a loud pop. A quick twist of his neck, and he broke the dog's back.

Volker climbed off the corpse, spitting out fur. Now he had to clean it before the corpse froze. He watched fleas flee into the snow to certain death, and shuddered a little bit. He stood away from the dog, withdrew his knives, and got to work. He slit the dog from groin to chin, and started removing organs. The other dogs would appreciate the offal once they'd crawled back out of their hiding spots. Once the inedible things were piled neatly off to one side, he skinned the dog and removed the head, paws, and tail. Those went into the sea. The skin was nice...he'd managed to get it off in one piece. He eyed it, rubbed snow into it, and rolled it up to see if he could try tanning it later. He didn't know how, but if he didn't manage it, he wouldn't be any better or worse off than throwing it into the ocean.

All said and done, there was a decent amount of flesh to be had. A decent lot of four shanks, two racks of ribs, and two thighs. These were bundled into the half-frozen hide, and Volker began his walk back to the wagon. He wasn't sure if lighting a small fire within city limits was allowed, but neither did he particularly care. He would cook some of it, and freeze the rest in a snowbank. All with Oor grousing quietly next to him. In all likelihood, the only company he'd have on a permanent basis.
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Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

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Oh, spooky pc! I enjoyed the Harvester relationship, as unnerving as it was. You've got a great, dark, writing style and you portray that there Harvester very well. I would just point out that with no fieldcraft skill, your pc is not likely to be having it easy in Scalvoris in Cylus. It would certainly be worth to remember that - it's sub-zero and people are dying from the cold as per the calendar / weather there. So, something to consider! That's a small detail, though, this was a well written and fun to read thread! In terms of your knowledge - two things. First - I've changed one of your knowledges, as hunting dogs on the docks is a hunting knowledge, not an unarmed one. Let me know if you'd rather swap it out with something else! Second, you'd requested seven knowledge instead of the six you can claim for this as a solo thread - however, as there isn't enough in here for you to be using the XP as Aberration XP, I've taken out the Aberration Knowledge. Hope that all makes sense, pm if you've got a question. I look forward to stalking you more! Enjoy the rewards, drop me a pm if there are any questions.

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XP: 10 (not usable for Domain magic)

Renown: Nope

Loot

Dog skin & meat.

Knowledge

Hunting: Hunting Dogs on the Dock
Unarmed (Teeth): Disconnecting Atlas from Axis
Unarmed: Shouldering Someone's Mouth Shut
Butchery: More than One Way to Skin a...Dog?
Butchery: Breaking Down a Dog Carcass
Stealth: Sneaking Around Town
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