Rumblin' & Tumblin'
Coyotes within a pack cried, migrating Vulture’s overhead flew with a piercing yap across the savannah heat, both parties, stalking prey on wounded legs; laws of hunt.
In a tumble world bound by nature. Couldn’t ever know what appeared like an ally today, was a looming enemy for tomorrow.
Footprint’s cratered into desert soils, one feet lagging behind. Captain, found himself still suffering from wounds not fully healed. A traitor was amidst his safest space. Keeps any man up at night, even the wickedest.
Prowlers, six steps like units, drew behind forming shadows behind him. Their pursuit dated back from the Saloon. Their indoor voices between each other. Their slightly drifting formation shown by their silhouette, they were of ambush, killers for hire, message senders. Whoever his traitor was, confirmed a hunch. They were out to take him out, and there wouldn’t be a second date.
Defensively in silence, drew his posture while continuing his pace, feline ear’s canted back, his breathing still had a whistle pitch. There was no surviving this, hand’s attempt to clump together; for a fist, but a spasm had painful tear’s excruciating leaking from his eyes.
Cackling heard between the pursuers. Before rocketing speed toward him from three directions, one came with a lunge from a hidden blade between sleeves. The Seeker prioritized and grabbed the wrist of the offender and twisted it but didn’t connect enough force to entirely disarm but gave a small body push. Outmatched and numbered he was lobbed with a clubbing blow from the forearms of a towering Roe in his backside. That pushed saliva from his lungs, with force.
Pushed into another offender, who sucker punched him on the come up, his head snapped back and wobbled, the hired-gun, Roegadyn, caught him like a dance partner, effortlessly. Hoisting by underarm, centering a free attack for the other two companions, ganging up, how flattering. Captain resisted with a kick from his good leg, serving an effortless inconvenience, who just staggered and regrouped, noticing his accomplice with blade, rushed forth again blinding.
The Pirate’s tail in desperation unhooked his utility coeurl-tooth carved knife, and tactically stabbed it in the hip of the hulking mass who held him in a lock, causing a break, one moment before being skewered. The assailant tried stopping his momentum, but Captain slid and sprawled forth and acted like a launch pad in that fluid movement and had him incidentally puncturing the giant.
Landing with a stumble before the third man, fed up, fetched his firearm, took aim for a head-shot.
Before finger’s tapped his trigger, another went off and popped with precision to the executor's dismay. Causing a disarm and squeamish shout.
A thick rugged voice shouted in the desolating sands, “Y’all best git ta steppin’.” The thorn intruder to the mercenaries they glared with daring orbitals, the behemoth of the mercenary, stupid, dumb and ugly, challenged and tried to quick-draw a holstered sidearm, before taking a cap into his chest, steam leaving the barrel.
Sigh exhaled from the saver of Captain, “Typical vermin.” Although giant fell, he provided a distraction for the assailant with the knife to stealth past, trying to ambush, before the western slinger, grappled the wrist with his own tail, giving a harsh elbow, making the assailant’s neck crack, back from whiplash, then stuffing his barrel into the mouth of the groaning hooligan. Fear shown in eyes, before using his pistol to smack his daylights out.
The last assassin ditched and ran off towards the horizon.
Spurs of boots clanked to the side, the prone pirate, trying to stand, was given a hand. “Couldn’t help but notice em’ boys eyeing you at the crawl. What ya’ do ta’ earn their ire?” The sailor shaking cobwebs, “Told them, I don’t do anal.” He shot a witty response before giving a cough that smoke still wasn’t entirely out of him.
The other Seeker laughed boisterously, “Hey, you seem awfully familiar, stranger… I can’t seem t’ pull thuh damnedest trigger.” His accent rooted deep under his tongue in his verbiage.
Scoundrel, parted lips into smirk, before committing to his line earlier and turning a lie into his truth precautionary to evade his actual name that often led to trouble anymore. “Seemed like ye were quite a skilled trigger puller… Probably recognize me as a courtesan, I go by C’ock Nunh as my stage-name, I’m pretty incredible. Wasn’t kiddin’ about them rascals, they just displeased client’s tryna’ get me off-duty. As they say, 'don't take a free-load fer no toll’.” The ruggish rogue, didn’t ever consider this not to be an authentic story, he was once formerly a courtesan, working in a place called the Pleasure Dome. But had an outlandish tinge to it.
Studied faded-emerald orbs and studied the Blackguard. Before a chortle, “Ain’t that a way tuh say it, can’t say I recall it but I aren’t often sober. Well, fella need a ride somewhere?” Following through with a whistle between fingers, a galloping brown stallion over mountain hills gave blitz to the Gunslinger’s beckon.
The Man of Seas contemplated thoughts momentarily. Unfortunately he couldn’t question the assailants, they wouldn’t confess who their employer was, knowing these types. But there were more connection’s forming, and Kuro was on the precipice of an epiphany, finding a solution to find the culprit now. “If isn’t a troubl –” His body locked up, pain tensing up viciously, suffering from the tumble’ world, he face-forward into the arms of this new stranger into a blackout, his wounds couldn’t handle the exerting rapid movements Captain used just trying to preserve survival.
🌊 ♫Dead to Rights♫ - Reference - Last Chapter 🌊
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also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.
there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.
you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.
but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.
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"honeymoon phase" i am literally healthily insane and obsessed for the entire duration of the relationship. skill issue
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