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I just want to take you where our time won't waste anymore/
Through the mountains, on the water/
We'll stay engulfed in one another/
And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes/
Then we'll finally be free and I'll know I've made it home/
- “With A Thousand Words To Say But One” – Darkest Hour
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JJbKVL9EgY
I refuse to look back thinking days were better/
Just because they're younger days/
I don't know what's 'round the corner/
Way I feel right now I swear we'll never change/
Back when we were kids/
Swore we would never die/
You and me were kids/
Swear that we’ll never die/
- “Kids” – OneRepublic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y56lpXvXbs0
Madrid, Iowa / October 24th / 8:12 P.M.
“Honestly, when I first heard from Wes that you wanted to meet up all the way out here,” said the spotted hyena, smirking, “I wasn’t sure he was serious.”
“It’s a bit out of the way, for sure,” the wolverine admitted, ambling toward the young man, “but since we were already going to be out near Madrid, why not meet at the bridge?”
Leaning against the reinforced metal railing, the hyena turned around as to face the girl directly. He then forcefully pushed back off the railing to propel his tall, athletic body into a standing position. The keys dangling from the hyena’s carabiner were clanging together as the young man’s pose took on a decisively self-assured posture.
“And by 'we', you mean you yourself and the other interns, right?”
“That’s right,” the girl confirmed, continuing to move nonchalantly toward the young man. “Although, we’re not here so much on business. The five of us had a picnic out in Ledges. With it being this deep into October, there’s no telling how many nice days we have left.”
The brisk, autumn night seemed to deepen as they advanced toward each other. Scintillating twinkles of starlight sparkled amidst the inscrutable shades of blue, indigo and violet that so definitively defined the alluringly unknowable night sky. Thankfully, the temperature held a steady forty degrees through the evening, and the lack of wind made the crisp, nightly chill feel like a welcomed reprieve. In the burgeoning darkness, it was easy to forget that the Des Moines River flowed thirteen stories beneath the steel and concrete expanse of the High Trestle Trail Bridge. Once they met underneath an arch of the many luminescent ringlets spanning the bridge, the mood took on a pleasantly unpredictable tone. With these bright, blue lights illuminating their world for miles, the circumstance which brought them together felt more quixotic in nature—more intimate—than what the impenetrable night sky would normally allow.
“Varik Rausch,” he said with a hand outstretched for her to shake.
“Oh, I know,” said the girl, gripping Varik’s hand. “I was warned about you.”
“Were you now?” The hyena raised a brow with intentionally overstated surprise. “You see, I had hoped Wes would put in a good word for me and the others, but I suppose he’s got reasons for his slander—misguided though they may be. I assure you, madam, I am no miscreant.”
“He warned me that you were the kind of guy who’d never stop talking if given the chance to start conversation,” the wolverine elaborated with the cracking of a crooked smile.
“Is it so wrong to take pride in one’s skills as a conversationalist? It’s probably not very polite to boast, that’s for sure,” he flippantly affirmed, “but hey, we’ve got to be our own best advocate, am I right?”
“I’m Naomi, by the way. Naomi Dalton,” she said with an amused grin suggestive of subtle bemusement. “Though, I’m sure you knew that already.”
“I did, yes. In fact, I think I know all your names at this point, but you’re the first one I’ve met in person. The way things are now, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to meet you lot.”
With her curiosity piqued, Naomi asked, “And why’s that Varik? What does Hadeanstar want with us of all people? I think the most we do as interns includes running errands across town and cataloging. Doing busy work for Native Altars is not really on par with secret agent work.”
“Well, to be honest,” said the spotted hyena, pocketing both hands inside his leather jacket, “There’s a couple people back in Iowa City who think you and your friends are doing more than running errands. They think you’re meddling.”
“I hope that sounds as paranoid to you as it does to me,” the carcajou remarked, standing akimbo. “We both know there are bigger problems out there than what we do around campus.”
“Let’s just say, for now, I’m not as sure you and the other interns are causing problems. However, the two us wouldn’t be here if it was only a matter of you lot running errands around campus,” said the spotted hyena with small, wry smile. “We know what happened in Villisca, Naomi. Well, at least, I do. While I don’t agree with my boss that you should be censured, I feel like we got to be on the same page here.”
“I think that can be arranged,” said the young woman, her voice and posture softening. “I wanted to get ahead of the issue anyway before any government types came knocking at our door.”
“If they did, it wouldn’t be to arrest you,” he said with an enthusiastic, upturned finger.
“No, but I figure they’d pretty much do what we’re doing now, but with them, I feel they’d be a lot less friendly than you.”
“Either way, it’d only be in your best interest for them to come around. There’s plenty of nasty stuff out there civilians like you just aren’t equipped to handle.”
“I feel we’ve done well enough up ‘til now,” she argued, her smile becoming more mischievous, “but we’ll keep you in mind if the problems get any worse. After all, like you said, civilians like us don’t have the right stuff when it comes to situations that are a bit out of the ordinary. I’d say we’re just too normal for our own good.”
“I hope you don’t mind me saying as much,” the spotted hyena proclaimed with a toothy grin, “but calling you ordinary would sound like an insult after all I’ve heard.
“You’re sweet and all, huntsman, but you best learn to pay attention,” she teased, “I said I was normal. Not ordinary.”
“My point still stands nonetheless,” he shrugged, the smile he wore never wavering.
“So tell me, Rausch, are you from here, or did you get stranded in Iowa like most people?”
“Me—from here? No. Not at all,” he said with a small laugh which betrayed the slightest hint of condescension. “I was born in Windhoek, Namibia, and raised in Germany. Düsseldorf to be specific. How I ended up here is quite a story, but I didn’t drive all the way out to the sticks to bore you with such trivial details.”
“Luckily for you, my friend,” the carcajou remarked with a coy smile, “I’ve got plenty of time for you to waste tonight.”
“I’m honored you’d wish to fritter away your precious time with me,” he said with the theatrical flourish of a slight bow. “Would I be wrong in guessing you’re not from Iowa, as well?”
“Oh no, you’d be right about that,” the wolverine declared, steering them toward the parking lot at a laidback pace. “I’m from Helena, Montana. A whole time zone out west from here.”
As he walked in step with Naomi, Varik asked, “Montana, eh? Can’t say I know much about the place. From what I remember, they’ve got mountains there, right?”
“Oh yeah,” The carcajou chuckled, thoroughly delighted, “we’ve got mountains out there, champ.”
I want to take this time to praise
aerokat for everything she's done here. I can't even begin to describe how much I love what I received here. The end result of all her hard work and effort truly exceeded my expectations. I love seeing Varik and Naomi together on this bridge with this sort of dynamic lighting. I am so enamored by this newest commission, and I hope it leaves an indelible impression, as well!
I know for a fact that she's got plenty of great art for you to see on her page, too! So check it out when you have the time!
Also, if you like what you see, take a gander at her Patreon page here if you're eager to help support her craft:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix/posts
art is © aerokat
Varik Raush and Naomi Dalton are ©
nazcapilot
Through the mountains, on the water/
We'll stay engulfed in one another/
And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes/
Then we'll finally be free and I'll know I've made it home/
- “With A Thousand Words To Say But One” – Darkest Hour
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JJbKVL9EgY
I refuse to look back thinking days were better/
Just because they're younger days/
I don't know what's 'round the corner/
Way I feel right now I swear we'll never change/
Back when we were kids/
Swore we would never die/
You and me were kids/
Swear that we’ll never die/
- “Kids” – OneRepublic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y56lpXvXbs0
Madrid, Iowa / October 24th / 8:12 P.M.
“Honestly, when I first heard from Wes that you wanted to meet up all the way out here,” said the spotted hyena, smirking, “I wasn’t sure he was serious.”
“It’s a bit out of the way, for sure,” the wolverine admitted, ambling toward the young man, “but since we were already going to be out near Madrid, why not meet at the bridge?”
Leaning against the reinforced metal railing, the hyena turned around as to face the girl directly. He then forcefully pushed back off the railing to propel his tall, athletic body into a standing position. The keys dangling from the hyena’s carabiner were clanging together as the young man’s pose took on a decisively self-assured posture.
“And by 'we', you mean you yourself and the other interns, right?”
“That’s right,” the girl confirmed, continuing to move nonchalantly toward the young man. “Although, we’re not here so much on business. The five of us had a picnic out in Ledges. With it being this deep into October, there’s no telling how many nice days we have left.”
The brisk, autumn night seemed to deepen as they advanced toward each other. Scintillating twinkles of starlight sparkled amidst the inscrutable shades of blue, indigo and violet that so definitively defined the alluringly unknowable night sky. Thankfully, the temperature held a steady forty degrees through the evening, and the lack of wind made the crisp, nightly chill feel like a welcomed reprieve. In the burgeoning darkness, it was easy to forget that the Des Moines River flowed thirteen stories beneath the steel and concrete expanse of the High Trestle Trail Bridge. Once they met underneath an arch of the many luminescent ringlets spanning the bridge, the mood took on a pleasantly unpredictable tone. With these bright, blue lights illuminating their world for miles, the circumstance which brought them together felt more quixotic in nature—more intimate—than what the impenetrable night sky would normally allow.
“Varik Rausch,” he said with a hand outstretched for her to shake.
“Oh, I know,” said the girl, gripping Varik’s hand. “I was warned about you.”
“Were you now?” The hyena raised a brow with intentionally overstated surprise. “You see, I had hoped Wes would put in a good word for me and the others, but I suppose he’s got reasons for his slander—misguided though they may be. I assure you, madam, I am no miscreant.”
“He warned me that you were the kind of guy who’d never stop talking if given the chance to start conversation,” the wolverine elaborated with the cracking of a crooked smile.
“Is it so wrong to take pride in one’s skills as a conversationalist? It’s probably not very polite to boast, that’s for sure,” he flippantly affirmed, “but hey, we’ve got to be our own best advocate, am I right?”
“I’m Naomi, by the way. Naomi Dalton,” she said with an amused grin suggestive of subtle bemusement. “Though, I’m sure you knew that already.”
“I did, yes. In fact, I think I know all your names at this point, but you’re the first one I’ve met in person. The way things are now, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to meet you lot.”
With her curiosity piqued, Naomi asked, “And why’s that Varik? What does Hadeanstar want with us of all people? I think the most we do as interns includes running errands across town and cataloging. Doing busy work for Native Altars is not really on par with secret agent work.”
“Well, to be honest,” said the spotted hyena, pocketing both hands inside his leather jacket, “There’s a couple people back in Iowa City who think you and your friends are doing more than running errands. They think you’re meddling.”
“I hope that sounds as paranoid to you as it does to me,” the carcajou remarked, standing akimbo. “We both know there are bigger problems out there than what we do around campus.”
“Let’s just say, for now, I’m not as sure you and the other interns are causing problems. However, the two us wouldn’t be here if it was only a matter of you lot running errands around campus,” said the spotted hyena with small, wry smile. “We know what happened in Villisca, Naomi. Well, at least, I do. While I don’t agree with my boss that you should be censured, I feel like we got to be on the same page here.”
“I think that can be arranged,” said the young woman, her voice and posture softening. “I wanted to get ahead of the issue anyway before any government types came knocking at our door.”
“If they did, it wouldn’t be to arrest you,” he said with an enthusiastic, upturned finger.
“No, but I figure they’d pretty much do what we’re doing now, but with them, I feel they’d be a lot less friendly than you.”
“Either way, it’d only be in your best interest for them to come around. There’s plenty of nasty stuff out there civilians like you just aren’t equipped to handle.”
“I feel we’ve done well enough up ‘til now,” she argued, her smile becoming more mischievous, “but we’ll keep you in mind if the problems get any worse. After all, like you said, civilians like us don’t have the right stuff when it comes to situations that are a bit out of the ordinary. I’d say we’re just too normal for our own good.”
“I hope you don’t mind me saying as much,” the spotted hyena proclaimed with a toothy grin, “but calling you ordinary would sound like an insult after all I’ve heard.
“You’re sweet and all, huntsman, but you best learn to pay attention,” she teased, “I said I was normal. Not ordinary.”
“My point still stands nonetheless,” he shrugged, the smile he wore never wavering.
“So tell me, Rausch, are you from here, or did you get stranded in Iowa like most people?”
“Me—from here? No. Not at all,” he said with a small laugh which betrayed the slightest hint of condescension. “I was born in Windhoek, Namibia, and raised in Germany. Düsseldorf to be specific. How I ended up here is quite a story, but I didn’t drive all the way out to the sticks to bore you with such trivial details.”
“Luckily for you, my friend,” the carcajou remarked with a coy smile, “I’ve got plenty of time for you to waste tonight.”
“I’m honored you’d wish to fritter away your precious time with me,” he said with the theatrical flourish of a slight bow. “Would I be wrong in guessing you’re not from Iowa, as well?”
“Oh no, you’d be right about that,” the wolverine declared, steering them toward the parking lot at a laidback pace. “I’m from Helena, Montana. A whole time zone out west from here.”
As he walked in step with Naomi, Varik asked, “Montana, eh? Can’t say I know much about the place. From what I remember, they’ve got mountains there, right?”
“Oh yeah,” The carcajou chuckled, thoroughly delighted, “we’ve got mountains out there, champ.”
I want to take this time to praise
aerokat for everything she's done here. I can't even begin to describe how much I love what I received here. The end result of all her hard work and effort truly exceeded my expectations. I love seeing Varik and Naomi together on this bridge with this sort of dynamic lighting. I am so enamored by this newest commission, and I hope it leaves an indelible impression, as well! I know for a fact that she's got plenty of great art for you to see on her page, too! So check it out when you have the time!
Also, if you like what you see, take a gander at her Patreon page here if you're eager to help support her craft:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix/posts
art is ©
aerokatVarik Raush and Naomi Dalton are ©
nazcapilot
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 792 x 1004px
File Size 906.6 kB
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