#landtownstarter

[nvtiveanimals-blog]

“A town charity event,” Maddox mused, his tone a warm, low rumble. His eyes sparkled with humour poorly concealed, and eventually, a chuckle broke his lips. “That is just... precious. I mean, am I that intimidating?” He looked at his companion questioningly, one dark eyebrow raised. “Did the chairman really feel like he couldn’t just approach me and ask for the money, without all of these theatrics?” 

[nocoats]

    “No, actually, the protruding bones are normal. He, uh.. had some work done, and, uh — okayfineyoudon’tbelieveme, but c’mon! Is this really the strangest thing you’ve seen around here? An undead dog? A little too much scrutiny, if you’re askin’ me.”

[landtownbabe]

You could argue that calling the men you were auditioning for damn bastards was rude, especially for a women who so seldom cursed. You could also argue the fact that they wouldn’t even let her finish the song was even ruder. Either way, another failed audition was another failed audition and Genevieve never tried to let the disappointment get to her. Tried. The tears continue to fall from her face as she holds up the line at the coffee shop.

“Sorry-- Sorry. I’ll move.”

[nocoats]

    Thenry wiped his brow, allowing a sigh to escape his lips, when he took a step back to observe the damage of his vessel. It was now the part of town that was called “Canis Landing.” The sun burned his skin, agitating his wounds from experiments past, and sweat continued to drip along his jaw while in its light. He was tired, and hot, and annoyed, and — “Piece of shit,” he hissed, slamming shut a panel of his wrecked spacecraft, and to add fuel to flame, he instinctively kicked the hunk of metal until his foot hurt. “Damn it!”

    Why did he do that? “Fuckin’ damn it!”

[nocoats]

     “I COME HOME.. in the mooooornnning light! My mother says, ‘When you gonna live your life right?’ OH, MOTHER DEAR, we’re not the FOR-TU-NATE ONES! And girls! They just wanna have fuuunn. . . hey.” Lyons abruptly halts in his treks, taking a moment from his walk to greet the person before him. “What’cha doin’ here?”

[landtownbabe]

“Hello? Hello?” Eden’s voice nearly goes up another octave as she sits at the bar of the local diner. She wished there was a bar or a club or a Gucci store to hang out in but she forgot she was residing in one of those weird religious cult towns. Her impatience was one of her most dominant traits as she takes part of a muffin and throws it, lightly, to catch the attention of the server. It backfires as they walk away and instead hits another body close by.

“I’m so sorry. I really didn’t think that was going to hit you.”

[landtownbabe]

Dessa never thought that feeding the stray cats that gathered by the diner would cause any harm, often giving them scraps when Whales was looking the other way. Of course he knew, why else would they keep coming back? She’s successfully avoided any sort of rising concerns from him. They were harmless and they were never going to tamper with business. 

Taking the trash out to the dumpster, she stops in her tracks and lets out a surprised oh at the sight of five kittens tumbling around. Her heart sinks, wanting nothing more than to scoop them up and take them home if Dolly wouldn’t eat the poor things. Dessa grabs a spare cardboard box and a blanket from the back that she kept around and head back out, carefully lifting each of them up (despite the soft meows of protest) into their new temporary home. 

Her next instinct is to take them into the restaurant, whatever health code violation that may be breaking be damned, no creature deserved to be suffering in that kind of heat. It’s slow anyway, giving her time to think about her next move when the bell dings and she figures, why not?

“You wouldn’t happen to be a cat person by chance?”

[nocoats]

     “All I’m saying is that I think deer are a good omen, like a sign of positive magic. It must mean some luck is comin’ your way.”