Date: October 20, 0007
"Ssss... Ssss... Sssss..." All throughout the jungle, Mortis' sibilant grumbling echoed among the trees, alongside the chatter and whooping of the canopy residents. Samhain's ear quirked slightly as she listened to her rider rumble and hiss and growl, her lip twitching at all the bellyaching.
It should not be a difficult task, master. She reassured, tilting her head to look back at him with a single empty eye socket. Even so, Mortis' mental state refused to slacken in its irritable tension.
No, you are correct, Sssamhain. The job itssself sssoundsss sssimple enough, but I had heard their thoughtsss on the matter. They sssent out after thisss particular beassstie for a reassson. Came a mental reply, his snout pointed ahead as they made their trek through the dense jungle. The horse's ears flicked once more, what sort of reason would that be? While Angemort may not be swift enough to recognize her ascended state, Samhain figured that she could weather nearly anything and everything that could be thrown her way. They do not like our kind, Sssamhain. You sssaw how the city guard'ss sssnoutsss crinkled at our very pressence. They sssent usss after thisss... Thisss Ssea Beassst to get rid of usss.
Yes? And we shall kill it like every other living thing that we find. I see no problem in this.
Ah, such confidence. Such willingness to leap into the fray and deal death to the foolish and brash. While any other time her reassurances would bring a warm chuckle from the ghoul's dead breast, this time esteem faltered. Another low hiss escaped him as he attempted to explain the situation to his companion. Mayhapsss ssso, Sssamhain. Any other time I would not be ssso hesssitant, you and your sssissster are robussst, powerful beingsss... But Woolie isss not. I worry sssomething may happen to her while partaking in thisss fool'sss errand.
Samhain's rictus grin curled, leathery flesh resembling a scowl instead of her usual off-putting, morbid smile. Ah yes, the lamb. The undead steed may have grown to tolerate the little black ball of fuzz, not to the point where he sister doted upon the fragile thing like a newborn pony, but enough that she minded the creature if it came to graze near her and refrained from tempting her into any cruel jokes... Even if the affair with the horse apples amused her to no end. Still, she could not comprehend the logic of her master regarding the one known as "Woolie" at times. Yet, there she was, taking up space in one of her saddle bags, resting after having been lulled to a nap by her plodding steps through the dense underbrush.
I do not understand why you decided to bring her along, Master. You know she is mortal, weak-
And my resssponssibility. I could not leave her home all alone, and Kev hasss enough animalsss at hisss housse ass isss. He could not look after her while I wass away. The undead retorted across their mental link. Maybe he could have found someone else, but at the same time Mortis did not have a single drop of trust to spare for many of the denizens of this backwards dimension. He could settle a potential sitter with all the information and supplies they could ever need for taking care of a young ewe, and they probably -miraculously- would grow completely inept at even the most basic level of literacy the moment his back was turned. Not to mention an even lesser level of responsibility.
She could be poisoned, break one of her slender little legs due to another's carelessness, become lost, or even- dare he think it- die.
There was no way in hell that she was going to leave his side given the alternative... Although he admittedly had not considered that the natives would send him off to earn his way into the city or lose his host trying. With what he had come across so far, he interpreted the lot of them as fairly simple-minded folk. But, he did intend to bring something back for his brother's family during this trip, and so he would at least make an attempt. As for Woolie... He glanced back at the saddle bags, watching her little snout twitch from where it poked out from one of the bags on the undead mare's flank. Samhain nickered and toyed with the bit in her mouth.
...What shall we do with her then?
Ssshe will need to sstay with your sssissster during the hunt. You and I will deal with the beassst on our own. The undead deduced. If this trip turned in their favor perhaps the undead mare would be left alone long enough to kill this 'sea monster' and drag it back to the city.
Angemort's head rose from where she had been absentmindedly been following Samhain, ears pricked forward at the mentioning of her. She was going to get to do something other than carry bags around? Granted Angemort was happy to come along and enjoy the sights with her hodgepodge of a family, but she also was a mare that enjoyed being put to work. If she got to look after Woolie while working, or if looking after Woolie was the work, it was all the better!
After all, she was merely going to be hanging out with her favorite grazing buddy.
A few hours of travel later, Mortis had led his group to the coast. Sand crunched beneath Samhain's hooves as she impatiently waited for her master to make the final preparations before their hunt. Empty eye sockets watched attentively as her Master removed the large black bags from her flanks and placed them upon Angemort's back, Woolie still slumbering peacefully inside, but not for very long. Mortis could she her bright eyes moving beneath fluttering eyelids, a sure sign she was dreaming. Perhaps they would be even more peaceful one she was situated with Angemort.
"Keep her sssafe. Ssstay in the clearing I had sshown you, and do not return to the ssshore until I tell you to." Mortis rasped, giving the mare a pat upon her hollow cheek. The undead Belgian seemed to understand with how she puffed and vigorously nodded her head. "That iss a good girl. Now go." He hissed, gently easing her towards the treeline. With another puff, the horse turned and ambled off into the vines, her heavy foot steps fading into the distance until they were swallowed up completely by the soothing rush of wind through the canopy and the melodic calls of tropical songbirds.
"Sssss... Let usss get to our work." The ghoul uttered as he turned to Samhain, admittedly taking a little longer than usual as he watched them leave. He trusted Angemort to look after the ewe, but all the same with the things he had seen lurking in this dense tropical forest, he could not help but question his own wisdom.
My sister is able. Samhain commented as she approached her rider.
She trusted Angemort to be able to look after the ewe well enough. Even if she lacked her ferocity towards the forces of life, she knew that the mare would find her wrath in anything that tried to harm the sheep.
Yesss, yess sshe isss... But I wonder about the thingsss we have yet to find. If thisss dimenssion hass taught me anything, we ssshould expect far more than monkeysss and lizard-people in thisss jungle. He hesitantly replied, another series of low, distressed hisses escaping him. There was a loud snort from the mare as he came to perch himself upon her back, but not at his presence in her saddle.
Nonsense. She is strong and she is able. Have faith, master. A reassuring sensation followed her statement, Samhain's mental presence heavy with esteem and boundless confidence... Perhaps too much confidence. She knew the worth of her rider, she knew the both of them could bring down this sea monster without so much as a lick of fatigue. A haughty puff plumed from her mummified nostrils as she waited for Mortis' approval, ears pricked towards cerulean waves that lapped the shoreline.
...I ssuppossse you are correct. It merely worriesss me when they are away. He admitted, retrieving his shotgun from where it sat holstered at the side of his seat. The was a sharp snap as he opened the twin barrels, finding two slugs nestled snugly within the chambers, just as he had left it this morning. They were large enough to bring down wolves, intruding grizzly bears, and nearly anything and everything else he managed to land an accurate shot upon. If his reasoning was correct that this was indeed some simple beast, they would make short work of whatever was lurking beneath the waves.
There was no more time to be wasted, they both had work to do.
Clicking the barrel shut once more, The ghoul held it at the ready in his claws as he focused... Mental tendrils reached out past the shore, past the reef and into the depths of the vast ocean. Down into its black depths the undead superfiend cast his psychic line seeking out one low, animalistic mind among many:
Action: Summoning Cuachtk'oatl