[ti]Open[/ti]A Strange Smell in the Night Dec 29, 2019 6:45:15 GMT
Post by Locke on Dec 29, 2019 6:45:15 GMT
What a day. What a day... What... a... day... It seemed like the Crabs couldn't catch a break. Just as they were going through an intense season of change, more got dumped on them. In this instance, it was the Saints who were dumped on them. The Saints, who were far from holy and pure like one would think a saint should be. They washed up, figuratively, on the beach that morning. Apparently, their home in Blood Village burnt down and they needed a place to stay and dogs to help heal their wounds. The Crabs were the gang they chose to impose themselves on. Like the beach dogs needed any more trouble on their paws... Locke had decided that he was going to at least try to give them the benefit of the doubt. The Saints boss had ordered her dogs to cause no harm or trouble. Despite making up his mind to give the rugged canines a chance, he couldn't help but be wary and suspicious. Internally, he was frustrated, worked up over the situation. His gang didn't deserve this inconvenience... but he supposed, in a way, the Saints didn't deserve the hard times they fell upon, either. There was a battle going on in his mind over the situation, which was why he chose to remove himself from it, electing to send himself out on an extended patrol in the middle of the afternoon.
It was getting pretty late. Locke had thoroughly patrolled the borders, finding nothing worrisome while still providing himself with enough of a distraction to calm his thoughts. He wasn't one to go out on a job alone just so he could be alone with his thoughts. No, when he chose to take on the patrol, he chose to do the work it required, which meant be focused and alert to his surroundings. Not thinking about the things that were bothering him. Throwing himself into his work usually got his mind off whatever was bothering him and it did the trick today. He sighed heavily as he started to walk down the main road of Cliffside Ridge, heading back to the Cove to get a hopefully good night's rest. However, as the chilled spring breeze blew towards him, a stench invaded his nose. "Augh! What is that horrible smell?!" he exclaimed as he crunched up his long snout and shook his head. It wasn't the smell of rotting fish. He knew what that smelled like and this odor wasn't that. It was... strange. He couldn't remember ever smelling anything like it. As much as he really didn't want to track it, he figured he better find out what it was, just to be safe. Keeping his nose up in the air, he took in whiff after horrendous whiff as he followed the trail.
ooc: Open to all! Prompt taken from the generator– "It's 10 PM in Cliffside Ridge, and you're tracking a strange scent." Be the source of the foul smell or be inspecting it yourself!