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Near the eastern edge of Ravenswood


The sheep came out of fucking nowhere. He was driving along the already precarious road that hugged the lower foothills of the mountains that cupped Mountainside in their palm. He was coming back in from a nearby city with a toolset that he'd let a buddy borrow for the week. It was already dark, even thought it was only 6:30, and his headlights danced awkwardly on puddles that slicked the road. Snow runoff, then a lovely rain shower left this stretch of road in a tedious place. Sunny had been confident that his truck could make it, especially with the new set of tires he'd gotten for it. Confident, until the big horn sheep decided that the moment that he was coming around a curve was the exact moment it needed to cross.

Sunny would curse loudly as he slammed the brakes, but it was really too late. The front of his truck struck the sheep hard, sending it up over the windshield, then off to the side. He flinched as his tires squealed, and his truck fishtailed across the slick asphalt. For a split second, there was only a ringing in his ears, and the feeling of Red's hand grasping him sharply as his eyes ignited into a fierce blue. It was, in reality, over within seconds. He managed to brake in time to just send his truck into a 360, turning it around the opposite way on the road. Brake still pressed to the floor, he pushed into park, and took a heavy breath in as he glanced over to Red. Could ghosts look pale? Maybe it was just him. With a shake of his head and another underbreath curse, he peered up and out the windshield that was now sporting a spiderweb of cracks, and to the creature that was now splayed on the road. "God, fucking thing." He said, and would with shaky hands grab a flashlight from the glove, unbuckle, and move to hop from the cab.

Boots crunched on wet concrete as he strode around to the front of the truck, feeling sick to his stomach as he turned to assess the damage. It was... not great. Deep dents, scratches, and a busted headlight. Sunny exhaled sharply as he dropped his head, eyes closing a moment. Of course. A bleat from behind him drew his attention from his self-pity. Sunny stiffened, and would glance over his shoulder at the creature that was faced away, but laid out across one side of the road on its side. From here, he could see it's labored breathing, the plumes of hot breath billowing in the air, illuminated by the shine of his headlights. Sunny grimaced. What a shitty way to die.

Hesistating a moment, he clicked on his flashlight, and would move with slow steps in that direction. He'd seen some fucked up shit in his life, but he didn't especially want to see a bighorn with it's neck broken or anything. Still, he had to see what he could do. Even if it was putting the guy out of his misery. As he approached, the shine of his flashlight was washed out by the flood of another set of headlights coming around the bend, and Sunny straightened to put his arm up over his face, squinting against the light as tires squealed to a halt. Great, now someone else was stuck up here with him.


@Tikanni

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#2


There was the need to check on a few released animals to see how they were doing now that winter was here full blast. Using radio collars to find them would be the hardest part, but for now, there was the general direction of just going out into the mountains where they were known to roam mostly. The fact that it got darker earlier was a huge help and meant more time to carry this out.

With the slicker roads, Tikanni was grateful to be driving his good ‘ol jeep, the incline easy enough if he took it steady. As he turned a bend though, his face scrunched, a hand turning the dial down on the radio as it blasted some pop jam. The car ahead wasn’t moving even as he came upon it, the headlights illuminating more and more as he got closer like the fact it was a truck and that someone was near the side of the road. It was clear something was going on. Pushing the brake pedal, the tires slid against the slick surface in a moment of heart stuttering before the vehicle came under control as if nothing had happened before he pulled it to a crunching park on the side of the road.

Putting the jeep into park, but leaving the lights on, Tikanni jumped out. The pungent smell of exhaust and animal blood met him, wholly concerning, as he lifted a hand up in a wave. ”You alright?”
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#3
The approaching car would, naturally, come to a stop. Sunny would move to circle around his truck so he could peer over at the man getting out. Looked about the same age, reminded him of some distant cousins, but otherwise didn't strike him as anything special. "Ah, yeah, just hit a sheep." He'd say, motioning back with a thumb toward the creature. "Dunno if I should move it out of the road or..." Well, he didn't know. It wasn't looking like it was gonna get up on its own.
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#4
Getting closer would give a friendly enough face and brang with it the arrival of his scent. Oh, that was kind of surprising when not expected especially when mixed with undertones of blood. Just don’t breathe. But, at least the guy was alright.

At the explanation, Tikanni was already looking in the direction pointed to where said animal was. ”A sheep?” Hurrying big steps that way, he pulled a face at the sight. Roadkill wasn’t a new thing, but this was a full blown big horn sheep, twisted, dirtied, scared. A slow heart that threatened to give out could be heard, but the damage just visible was a lot and who knew about internal. It wasn’t like he’d come out here prepared to take back anything this size that might just die anyways. Crouching down, he put a hand towards its nose to feel the air pushing against skin. ”Think you might wanna finish the job?”
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#5
The guy hurried over, and did what Sunny had yet to do, and actually got up and close with the thing. Sunny would let him, staying back a few feet, though he did point his flashlight helpfully. At the question, he whistled lowly. That seemed the best option, right? "Guess that's the kindest option." Sunny would say with a shrug, glancing back at his truck. Red was lingering near it, unsure about the whole thing, definitely not wanting to see a dying animal. "Got a knife in my truck, stay here a sec?" He'd question the guy. None of this felt good. He didn't want to kill something. But, well, letting it die slowly like this was worse.
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#6
The flashlight really wasn’t needed, but the man didn’t need to know that. Hurhur, it probably would’ve been good if he’d tried to use his phone, but they weren’t going to bring that up, whoops.

A whistle paired up with his question had him looking up as he stood, the animal’s struggled breaths still very loud in the ears. The kindest option, yeah, he hummed in agreement. Except, he’d expected a gun, but a knife would just have to do. ”Yeppers,” Tikanni agreed somber before looking right back down to the mountain goat. Poor guy, this sucked. If this guy couldn't get it with one stab though, he was going to have to and mannn.
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#7
Yeppers. Was this guy even gonna be able to watch this happen? Admittedly, Sunny was sure out of the pair of them, he'd be less bothered by this. Back to his truck he went, where from the glovebox he pulled the bowie knife. He'd glance to Red as she appeared in the truck, "Stay here. Don't look." He'd tell her, quiet enough that a normal person wouldn't be able to hear it. He was blissfully unaware that the person helping him was not a normal person.

With that, he'd push away from the truck and shut the door, heading over toward the laboring ram and the man standing watch. Well. Here it went. He'd unsheathe the knife, and move to kneel down over the ram's head. He swung his neck, aiming horns in Sunny's direction, but he was able to pull back away. A hesitant hand moved to hover over the head of the animal, waiting for it to tire and let its head drop again. When it did, he'd move to press a hand to a horn, "Gimme a hand, hold it down." He'd say to the man and he grunted against the struggling of he creature as it sought to buck him away. "Shhh, shhh, it's all good, it's okay." He'd seek the soothe it, though that wasn't likely to do much. He'd wait to make sure the thing was fully pinned down to make a move with the knife.
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Off the guy went to get a knife, unknowing of the judgement that had followed words. The sheep’s breathing was labored and pity sat in his chest at it. A soft voice had him looking over at the psychic, wondering if he’d been addressed. ”Yeah?” And oh, well, maybe he was talking to himself then? Tikanni did that himself sometimes so the idea wasn’t lost on him. But?

Eventually back with a weapon in hand, he watched as an attempt was made to get close, but of course the animal retaliated. It was scared, blinded by pain, anything with a brain would react defensively. ”Yep.” Already moving to help, Tikanni made to put weight and strength behind keeping its side down at its shoulder with a hand and bent leg, another hand attempting to grab a horn. And luckily, the odds were on his side for once as fingers wrapped around its base to help stabilize it.

”Best do it quick before he freaks out again.”

If it couldn't be done right, he'd easily take over.
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#9
He would pull back with the knife to make sure he didn't accidentally stab the guy as he grappled with the ram. He was stronger than he looked, and it didn't take him much effort to get the injured animal pinned. With the advice to make it quick, Sunny sucked in a sharp breath to hold. Despite himself, his heart hammered, and sweat pricked on his neck. Killing something would never be satisfying. At least he knew this thing wasn't going to keep suffering. So, quickly, he'd lean forward and fit the tip of the bowie at the base of the sheep's jaw, near the jugular.

No one ever told him the best place to cut to kill something quickly, so he was just guessing at this point. No time to think more on it, he pushed the knife in. It was sharpened, and cut through easily. Blood flooded from the wound, climbing the silver of the blade before gushing like waterfalls on either side. The animal gave a gurgled bleat, kicked its back leg once, then slumped as the knife sliced through vitals. He pushed it until only a quarter of the blade was visible, then pulled back. Blade bloody and glinting, he would breathe out shakily and rock backward onto his heels. Poor fucking thing.
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#10
That… was a lot of blood. He let his gaze travel along the corkscrews and sharp turns of shaggy wool and away from the stain slowly seeping in, reminding himself it was just animal blood and it’d taste gross. Stop being gross, Tikanni.

Holding it as still as he could, eventually the beast slumped. Listening to the breath and heartbeat die off, he let go of the sheep as attention flicked over to the man’s erratic breathing. Looking up, he got to a stand as well, keeping his gaze up at the guy’s face and certainly not the bloody knife.

“You gonna be okay." It wasn’t in any way to imply that he was less of anything, but taking a life was hard.
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#11
Okay, up. He stood, and sort of just looked down a the knife, not knowing what to do with it? Wipe it on his pants? No. And not on the poor sheep, either. Ultimately, he sheathed it, and would wash it off later. "Yeah," He'd say to the dude with a nod, "Yeah, just not a hunter." His ancestors would be proud! "We gotta get him out of the road." He'd say. Someone more tactful than him would suggest keeping the thing and selling it to a taxidermist, or butcher for meat. He just kind of wanted to push it off the road and forget about it.
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#12
And cool just sheathing a knife with blood was gonna cause it to rust, but that wasn’t necessarily his business. But offside of that, it seemed the guy wasn’t about to tip over so at least there was that. ”Alrighty,” Tikanni would nod.

As for the sheep in the road… yeah, they needed to move it. Looking from his jeep to the truck, he’d go out on a limb here. It’d be a shame to leave the animal just sitting here when there were definitely some wolfdogs back aways that’d like it. ”Hmm, would you mind detouring to the animal rehabilitation center in Ravenswood with it in your bed? Didn’t bring my work truck or I would.”
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#13
Oh, a detour. He looked at the guy, then at the dead thing. A animal rehabilitation center. Couldn't they have just taken it there while it was still kicking? "Don't think it can be rehabilitated." He joked morbidly, "But... yeah, I guesso. If you help me get it up in there." Would his truck even drive? It was dented, cracked, but not smoking or totaled. Just cosmetic, he hoped.
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The try for a joke fell deftly. ”Nope, it can’t.” This wouldn’t have worked if it had been alive, there’d been little ability to put it on that path the way things had happened. No one needed a sheep jumping from a truck down the road nearly insane with pain. And now that it was dead, certainly it couldn't be brought back.

But, he was willing to do as asked and Tikanni nodded to addition. ”Yeah.” With that, he’d walk over to the end of the animal, leaning down to grab at the back hooves and align them before getting a hold on the lower barrel of the animal. Truly, he could probably do this himself, but that’d look probably really freaking weird. ”Ready to lift when you are.” And if grabbed, he’d help lift the animal along with the psychic’s help.
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Kay.

He would move to the head, where the blood was coming from, of course. Hands on horns, he'd get situated, then square his stance. "Three, two, one..." And a hoist upward. He, really, expected it to be a lot harder than it was. But it seemed this guy was fucking jacked under all those clothes, or something. Sunny credited himself to be relatively built, but he knew this dead weight was more than it looked. There was an unexpected ease to it. Weird. Anyway, lets not stand around with a bloody sheep, right? He started the shuffle toward the back of the truck.
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There was a tiny movement up at each number before commiting to the lift, trying to mirror the same height as the guy roughly. Haha, no one look too intensely here. Yeah, he was totally breaking a sweat like a normal person holding a literal dead weight would. Yeah.

As they shuffled towards the truck, Tikanni let the man lead by a half step, pointedly not paying attention to the blood he could see so very well still sopping out, glistening on wired curly hair. There was a familiar twinge felt somewhere in the far reaches of his stomach reminding him that food was indeed a thing. It was cold goat blood, no.

”Were you driving home?”
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#17
Ugh, conversation really wasn't something he wanted right now, dude. Sunny grunted with the effort of keeping up his end, pointedly not looking at the head of the sheep in his arms. The truck was close, and he hurried to line up so that they could hoist it in, "Yep." He confirmed. Then, he paused near the back of the truck, and re-positioned so that he could bend his knees and rest most of the sheep's weight onto one hip, allowing him to reach a hand out and quickly open the tailgate. A thud, and it was open, then Sunny moved to regather his grip and star pulling the body into the bed. There were a few miscellaneous tools in the back, boxes of cables and a saw, plus a bit of spare lumber and a bucket of pipe. But there was enough room for the sheep, if they really tried.
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#18
Closer to the truck, the answer was given and he let out an answering hum. Made sense. Poor guy hadn’t expected his night to turn out like this, a messed up truck and killing something.

What was he, oh, opening the tailgate. All this effort when Tikanni could’ve lobbed the goat in and have been done with it all. He felt guilty and somewhat bad about not just doing that and instead having the psychic pick up slack.

As the body was pulled into the truck, he walked the body forward in, the items moving around out of the way if hit. Noticing the bigger parts of it though, he moved to do so at an angle.
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