#boone99

[sgnjongin]

warning signs

@boone99

the sands rustle and hiss as they spread themselves out across the dunes, this particular area of the wasteland less simply brittle and torrid, but uneven, dusty, and golden, the kinds of areas most snarling, scavenging beasts tend to avoid. tracking through indentations on the ground, footprints, and scents left in the wakes of shadows is made difficult out this far, by the shifting landscape, the floor of the world quick to forget you, to swallow you up, to erase your existence from the tapestry of the universe. it’s ares’ favorite stretches of the valley of slaughter, the patchwork ground making him feel more like himself, something steady against the hazardous variations, tall and dark against the off-white sheen of near-blinding powder; a blackhole in the midst of the sun.

but he’s not the only one to wander out this far, not the only one able to hunt in even the most desolate of scraps the desert has to offer, and even though he usually likens himself with the wild, raging wolverns, huge black monsters morphed and hideous, damn near unstoppable, all teeth and claws and fury and hunger, this time he finds himself racing against one. he’d picked up the trail of a singular two-legged humanoid before the wind howled too sharply against the grains to cover the footprints up, gotten curious enough to follow them, to pursue them through the haze, until they reached tall, risen cliffs, shards of the world cutting out into the sky, jutting upwards like blades, huge and imposing and probably full of caves.

it doesn’t take him long to realize there’s a wolvern here, roaming, snarling, hounding, but blind of course and off it’s trail, teeth gnashing and snapping frustrated, and he sidesteps as carefully as he’s learned out in the past six years of dealing with them; protos have a distinct advantage over humans when it comes to silence. but that’s right when he spots him-- a male off to the side of the rugged path, his back slightly turned towards ares, unaware of him yet, but surely not oblivious to the creature? what the hell is he doing all the way out here?

[zacharyx99-blog]

🔑 Do you hate Yiska?

cursed with an honesty spell : accepting

zachary rolls his eyes at the question, gaze going over to boone, who’s seated on his examination table. not that there’s something wrong with the younger, per se, but occasionally zach will do a check up to make sure everything’s still doing okay.

he remains quiet for a while, calmly walking over to his tools and rummaging through them until he finds the right one, before he heads back to boone to start on the general examination.

“i have absolutely no reason whatsoever to hate that dog, bone,” he says while shining the light into the other man’s good eye. he doesn’t even bother with the mechanic one, leaving things like that to the mechanics who actually know what they’re doing. the nickname is one he’s given boone because of their original encounter, and the fact that he thinks boone is a ridiculous name - a fact he’s told the younger male often enough already, too.

“neither do i have reason to love it or even remotely care for it. it’s an animal. it does what it does. you’ve raised it to have some manners so it doesn’t shit on my floors and i am appreciative of that. but if it did, i would have simply not allowed it inside. that is as far as my feelings go on the account of your little pet.”

he calmly continues to check the younger’s ears, then listens to the man’s heart rate. he knows he’s one of the few doctors in possession of most of these tools a doctor needs that are in as good a state as his are. the sole reason for that the fact that he was allowed to take them along with him from his home planet. and so zachary treats them like treasure, because he’s not entirely sure if even the hyperion doctors have access to properly manufactured tools.

probably they do, though. he’s pretty sure they have access to everything. not that it matters much.

“let’s just say i regard your dog with the same disinterest i regard most other animals with - including people.”