invigorate [ danuwa ]

[Spear]

The wind is cold and biting today, nothing more than a bitter sea breeze that has tumbled violently onto the piers. But, ah, there's something invigorating about that, at least to Lily - a sort of freezing comfort that warms the blood and gets the heart pumping. It does not feel the same, on the tips of her ears and through the gaps between her arms and body, as other winds, but it is a little comfort.

She is new to this town, after all. Some might call it wanderlust - she doesn't care to call it anything. She knew too many names where she'd been before, seen to many faces. Why stick around? So now she's here in Boston for nothing that most anybody would understand. That's fine. She hasn't wanted to be understood in a long time (too much of a hassle).

It's too late in the day for the fishermen to be here anymore. The pier she's picked is old, mostly ignored, too run down for anything useful but not quite falling apart. The night is creeping on, the wind is growing only more bitter and cold, yet here she stands! Against on of the tall wooden railings, out towards the far edge of the place. A beacon of something's a little off, of that unsettled and uncertain feeling that most people just pass by with a nervous second glance. Not an abnormal sight - she wears a heavy jacket and a bright scarf, and there's still light yet - but just an unusual one.

For Lily is one for entrances, but not gaudy ones.

[Danuwa]

“Terug te kry hier, nie 'n goeie hond.”

Sharp green eyes keep a careful watch on the black and white dogs that run ahead of her, excited at their first opportunity to be let out of the apartment in days. The day is waning to night and the bear dogs smell the opportunity in the air—the docks and the piers begin to lose numbers as people begin to diminish. Boston is a large city with more people than the woman could ever hope of imagining, but she can understand the desire to leave the Oceanside when the sharp sea air pierces the breeze and makes the warmth turn startlingly cold. However, while earning many odd looks from the remaining people around her, Danuwa chooses much lighter attire that is completely inappropriate for the nippy weather.

Dark skin stands out against the white of her wife beater, and the hand that rests tentatively on the handle of her bowie at her hip leaves many giving her apprehensive looks as they pass.

Maybe it’s not smart—Maybe it’s unwise to walk so quietly alone in what will soon be nighttime—the city is, after all, a dangerous place. People are murdered every day, taken away and abused my strange men and women with a taste for violence. Danuwa has been, on more than one occasion, one of those people. Arrows have been shot into the arteries and life supply of those that warranted her crosshairs set, knives have been plunged into the skulls of threatening animals that may or may not otherwise lead a human life. As the sky darkens, the dogs automatically fall back, keeping close to Danuwa on either side of her.

Apparently, another individual isn’t as smart.

An old wooden pier stands out to her among the rest, occupied in its lonely corner by one individual looking out and away. Danuwa has half of a mind to walk past her and ignore her—because she could not care less if some bitch wants to get herself taken by a scary man under the docks. But as they draw closer, both Kodiak and Blue come to attention with sharp ears and lit eyes. Almost as if the two were on the same wavelength, they bark. That sharp, shrill, “HEY MOM LOOK WE FOUND ONE” bark that makes Danuwa stop and turn her head sharply in that direction. “Ophou, nou!” And with growls sitting low in their throats, Danuwa shifts her weight over on her heels and makes her approach, a cocky grin twitching at the corners of her mouth.

“Ya lookin’ f’trouble, sittin’ round here like that, my girl?” and her head shifts to the side, leaning her weight to one hip. “Ya part’a Boston’s big wuf-pack too, pup?”

For hunters, it’s hardly uncommon knowledge that there’s a large pack here. Where they are is harder to determine, and for the more determined like Danuwa, details are easy to scoop up. Most of them probably have their own lives in the world, and Danuwa has always considered it her personal duty to smother them.