[Closed] A little close to home

[lezard_valeth]

Characters: Lily Ivory and Lezard Valeth
Location: Medicine Creek, Oklahoma
Rating: PG
Time: July 7th, Noon
Description: Locals are having trouble with a marauding... Deer Woman. It's too strange and interesting not to investigate! It's been years since Lezard has seen a centaur.


Medicine Park had been closed for investigation after a string of animal attacks, the countless fishermen and kayaks usually seen dotting the Creek long gone for the time being. Some were driven off by police when they didn't care and wanted their leisure time anyway, the fools, but most didn't want to handle the lacerations and mortal injuries that had been occurring in an increasing number lately. They were the smart ones.

Mount Scott watched silently in the distance on the bright and sunny day, the breeze kicking up the colorful yellow blooms that spread across the landscape. It almost begged you to lay down a blanket, soak in the sunshine and maybe cast a few lines, pull out a few fat little trout to have for dinner tonight. The lodges they'd passed by, inactive and quiet, seemed to gush about the population of fish swimming in the Creek, or invited visitors to rent a kayak and paddle down the current.

"The tracks continue here," Lezard noted, stooped to examine the soft earth. "Cloven hooves as well. She seems to have moved leisurely through here recently."

He looked up, stood and dusted off. Grinned. "Shall we proceed and hope they trek south, all the way to your Texas...? Surely, you feel a little homesick."

Comments

[vintage_magic]

Lily was thoroughly sick of sand, of how it buried her ruined garden in the park, of how it was being tracked into the shop by customers, of how she had to sweep the sidewalk multiple times a day after gusts rearranged the grit piled along the curb. If she never saw another pile of sand that had to be cleared away again, it would be too soon! So much so that the thought of leaving Death City to go demon hunting was semi-appealing. She'd left arranging for the mission to Lezard but couldn't help wondering why he choose this one and raised an eyebrow at his observations.

"Are you sure those tracks belong to this... Deer Woman who's been attacking people? We don't want to end up on a wild goose chase after a real deer." Even with the small community nearby, the area was rustic enough that a non-demonic deer straying in seemed possible. "Like that saying a friend mentioned to me once, 'When you hear hooves, think horses, not zebras.'"

"And the part of Texas where I grew up was much closer to New Mexico. I reckon we're a good five hundred miles or more away." She did miss it sometimes but... "It's not as if my grandma or my mama would be there." Did he pick this mission just because he was curious about where she was from?