08-21-2019, 06:05 AM
There's something glinting in the distance.
Mayari lifts her nose from where she had been following a wayward hare's trail to focus on the light in the distance, wider than the meager shafts of sunlight that find its way through the thick, marsh canopy. It's an increasingly rare sight the deeper she goes into the Tanglewood territory, but there, it's thicker, brighter, an odd sight to behold in such a dark environment. Immediately curious, she approaches, jumping from one twisted root to another until the murky waters give way to packed earth and rough shrubbery.
There's a chainlink fence standing between her and the patch of sunlight—and beyond it towers heaps of scrap metal and indescribable sculptures that she vaguely recalls are automobiles. Curiosity burns deep in the pit of her stomach as she starts to nose along the fence, testing it for weaknesses until she finds a part that bends under the pressure. With a soft, excitable yelp of 'ha!' the painted dog dives into the widening gap, squeezing her way too until only her legs are left on the other side of discovery.
"Come on, kaya mo 'to," she reassures herself, digging her claws into the earth and pulling as hard as she can until her center of balance begins to shift. As the chainlink fence gives, her entire mass shifts too far forward for her to keep herself upright, and her rump leads the charge, flipping over her head and causing her to stumble into a heap of limbs, staring dazedly at the break in the forest canopy. Somewhere high above, the sky is the bluest she's ever seen it, but she ducks away from the beam of sunlight and twists back onto her feet.
Before her sprawls a massive complex of what most people would see as trash—appliances and furniture, trinkets of all designs scattered amidst broken bottles and piles of soggy paper. "Damn," Mayari whistles under her breath, eyeing a particularly high pile of junk before moving her attention to the back of the junkyard, where another shaft of light is hitting a massive, hulking slab of metal. With an excited yip, she hurries over to the old, slightly rusted camper, delighting when she discovers that the door is already partially open.
"This has to be it," she adds quietly, squeezing as best as she could through the slim gap, but despite her starved build, she's still far too large to gain entry. The painted dog curses under her breath before trying again, and two more times for good measure, but each attempt is as unsuccessful as the last, and she ends her last attempt with a growl and a kick to the door... which does nothing, of course. Mayari backs up, charges forward, angling her shoulder to hit the doorframe first, and—
BANG!
No dice.
"Putang ina. How am I supposed to go in there?" Mayari takes a step back and stares at the old automobile, desperate to find a way into its confines. All the windows seem to be both intact and boarded up, including the windshield, which doesn't quite make sense but okay, she never expected househunting to be easy. Still, she'd hoped Kapalaran would cut her a little slack, but She seems to be eager to give the fallen goddess a hard time. For a fucking house.
Perhaps it's time to call in the big guys.
"Uhhhh. Right. Yeah. Any Tanglers roaming nearby?" She feels silly, calling out to the marshes like she is, hoping that some dumb chap in white armor might come trotting in to help her bust open the jammed VW Camper door. It would've certainly been nice to be put in a Carabao body but no, she thinks, glaring at the sky for the umpteenth time that day, you had to put me in a fucking dog body. You laughing, pa? I hope you choke on it!
Mayari lifts her nose from where she had been following a wayward hare's trail to focus on the light in the distance, wider than the meager shafts of sunlight that find its way through the thick, marsh canopy. It's an increasingly rare sight the deeper she goes into the Tanglewood territory, but there, it's thicker, brighter, an odd sight to behold in such a dark environment. Immediately curious, she approaches, jumping from one twisted root to another until the murky waters give way to packed earth and rough shrubbery.
There's a chainlink fence standing between her and the patch of sunlight—and beyond it towers heaps of scrap metal and indescribable sculptures that she vaguely recalls are automobiles. Curiosity burns deep in the pit of her stomach as she starts to nose along the fence, testing it for weaknesses until she finds a part that bends under the pressure. With a soft, excitable yelp of 'ha!' the painted dog dives into the widening gap, squeezing her way too until only her legs are left on the other side of discovery.
"Come on, kaya mo 'to," she reassures herself, digging her claws into the earth and pulling as hard as she can until her center of balance begins to shift. As the chainlink fence gives, her entire mass shifts too far forward for her to keep herself upright, and her rump leads the charge, flipping over her head and causing her to stumble into a heap of limbs, staring dazedly at the break in the forest canopy. Somewhere high above, the sky is the bluest she's ever seen it, but she ducks away from the beam of sunlight and twists back onto her feet.
Before her sprawls a massive complex of what most people would see as trash—appliances and furniture, trinkets of all designs scattered amidst broken bottles and piles of soggy paper. "Damn," Mayari whistles under her breath, eyeing a particularly high pile of junk before moving her attention to the back of the junkyard, where another shaft of light is hitting a massive, hulking slab of metal. With an excited yip, she hurries over to the old, slightly rusted camper, delighting when she discovers that the door is already partially open.
"This has to be it," she adds quietly, squeezing as best as she could through the slim gap, but despite her starved build, she's still far too large to gain entry. The painted dog curses under her breath before trying again, and two more times for good measure, but each attempt is as unsuccessful as the last, and she ends her last attempt with a growl and a kick to the door... which does nothing, of course. Mayari backs up, charges forward, angling her shoulder to hit the doorframe first, and—
BANG!
No dice.
"Putang ina. How am I supposed to go in there?" Mayari takes a step back and stares at the old automobile, desperate to find a way into its confines. All the windows seem to be both intact and boarded up, including the windshield, which doesn't quite make sense but okay, she never expected househunting to be easy. Still, she'd hoped Kapalaran would cut her a little slack, but She seems to be eager to give the fallen goddess a hard time. For a fucking house.
Perhaps it's time to call in the big guys.
"Uhhhh. Right. Yeah. Any Tanglers roaming nearby?" She feels silly, calling out to the marshes like she is, hoping that some dumb chap in white armor might come trotting in to help her bust open the jammed VW Camper door. It would've certainly been nice to be put in a Carabao body but no, she thinks, glaring at the sky for the umpteenth time that day, you had to put me in a fucking dog body. You laughing, pa? I hope you choke on it!
BLACK AS NIGHT, BLACK AS COAL
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAYARI "MAYA" MADRIGAL — TAGS — TANGLEWOOD