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You and I were standing outside the house where this all started/
Love was not enough, but I know we'll make it through/
You don't have to believe me, you don't have to say you will/
These days are far and few between, and I don't want to waste them/
Someday you will realize you don't need it anymore/
- Covet - "Parachute"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-lpxJA-AjA
Cut off from the dream/
Where the sky meets water/
Beneath forgotten stars/
Feeling like a child/
I embrace what I came for/
And what I’ve overcome/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
You have gone so far/
Don’t give it up/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
You gotta go with/
What you think is right/
Delve into myself/
With my truth and devotion/
I start another flow/
Gliding up and down/
In my yearning for daylight/
I find you in my soul/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
Sun emerges from behind the clouds/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
You gotta go with/
What you think is right/
Cut off from the dream/
Where the sky meets water/
Beneath forgotten stars/
I feel like a child/
Found in waking life/
- Riverside - "Found (The Unexpected Flaw of Searching)"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN0uSZ8xNcs
Madrid, Iowa / June 14th / 8:20 P.M.
Sheltered comfortably between the rolling bluffs south of Boone, Ledges State Park welcomed any visitors eager to explore its fertile expanse on this fine summer’s day. The ground was still moist from a thunderstorm which had barreled through Central Iowa earlier that morning. The moisture it left behind imbued everything with the earthy, pleasant scent of petrichor. This musky and thoroughly fresh smell persistently clung to the air even now hours later with the unhindered sun shining confidently above thin, wispy strands of cirrus clouds even as impending dusk deepened the sky’s blue hues. With the breeze at their backs, Tyson and his two siblings, Sasha and Riley, reversed course back up Peas Creek from where it met the Des Moines River toward the arch bridge where they began their walk some fifteen minutes ago.
“I’m surprised we’ve got the run of the place today,” said Sasha as she traipsed over the pea gravel near the water’s edge. “You’d think we’d run into more people out walking the creek, but no, it’s just been us.”
“On a Saturday no less, too,” Tyson replied, leading the way. “I must say, Sasha, your reputation precedes you. If I hadn’t taken the time to warn the public you’d be coming, I doubt we’d have the park to ourselves.”
“That’d be a first for you, Ty. You thinking ahead and all; but hey, it’s their loss. Not my fault some people can’t handle me. Though, who am I to judge? After all, ignorant people can keep their ignorant opinions.”
“We should take some pictures and post them on Snapchat,” the twelve-year-old cacomistle said from behind. The youngest Bishop splashed in the streambed with every other step as he keenly shadowed his older siblings. “Everyone comes here, yeah, but not today. Which is weird. It’s super weird seeing the creek so empty, but now it’s easier to notice all the little things in the park. If we took pictures, people would know we pretty much had Ledges to ourselves.”
“You heard the man, Sasha,” Tyson said, a mischievous smile materializing. “Why not commemorate the occasion? At least then you’ll prove to your adoring fans that you have a life.
“Nice try, Ty,” the girl shot back. “You won’t get into my private stories that easily. I have a strict standard to uphold.”
“She just doesn’t want Mom and Dad to know what she’s been up to,” the cacomistle gleefully jeered. “It’s drugs, Tyson. Sasha’s selling all the drugs; and she’s using your crack shack to do it!”
“My crack shack, eh? The nerve of some people. That old tool shed is hallowed ground!”
“Oh please. I only deal the classiest of narcotics. Crack cocaine is beneath me. Besides, that old tool shed of yours is prime real estate. Speaking of keeping secrets from Mom and Dad, your orientation at Native Altars is coming up soon, isn’t it? I’d be surprised if you told them what you’d really be doing at the Temple of Doom.”
Laughing, Riley asked as he closed the gap with a sprint, “That’s the pyramid, right? The one in Des Moines? So, what’s Ty gonna do there that’s worth keeping secret?”
“Good question,” said Sasha with a smirk. “Though, it’s a question only one of us can answer.”
Untroubled, the eldest raccoon looked over his shoulder and coolly answered, “I’ve told you plenty, Sasha. It’s not my fault you hardly pay attention when it counts. What I told Mom and Dad was true. They think I’ll be spending time archiving and running errands for Native Altars. That doesn’t mean my life as an intern won’t cover a whole lot more.”
“Yeah, but is all the secrecy even necessary?” Sasha asked. “If it involves what I’m thinking, then you could at least tell us. I mean, Riley and I know much more about what’s going on than we did a few weeks ago, so what sense does it make to pretend like nothing has changed?”
Stopping completely, the young man turned around so he could address his siblings more directly. The soft crunch of sand preceded this pivot as Tyson bore for them a genial, carefree grin. In turn, Sasha and Riley left a couple feet separating them from their older brother as they, too, came to an abrupt halt.
“What I told you guys is true. Running errands is basically it. It’s not like I lied to Mom and Dad about this whole internship thing. Though, like always, they only know half of what’s going on. If they knew half as much as you two do, they’d have a conniption.”
“True,” Sasha said with a wry grin and raised brow, “but these errands you’ve gone on about lately aren’t what most would think of as typical drudge work, are they? If they were, I don’t think you’d be so eager to do them. C’mon, Ty, it doesn’t take much detective work to figure out that these quote/unquote errands for Native Altars have everything to do with what happened a couple weeks back.”
“We just want to know what you’ll be doing at the Temple of Doom,” Riley elaborated, nearly fidgeting from excitement. “Who wouldn’t want to know more about what goes on inside that creepy pyramid? Jakub and Isaak made it seem like all this crazy stuff is going on deep underground that the government is trying to keep under wraps.”
“As far as I know, short stuff, it’s just an office building,” the eldest Bishop son chuckled. “Though, the sad thing is we won’t see much of the Ziggurat after orientation. Wes and Marie want our group to meet up elsewhere so that we’ll have a little more privacy when we,” he paused for dramatic effect upon flashing his brow, “investigate the paranormal.”
“I knew it!” The cacomistle hollered with an enthusiastic fist pump.
“Like hell you did,” the younger raccoon teased with small laugh. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be listening to Tyson’s friends fill your head with conspiracy theories and other nonsense.”
“I leave you three for fifteen minutes, and you’re already making a ruckus,” remarked a tall young man from behind Tyson’s siblings. “Need I remind that you’re all much, much louder than you think you are? It makes me think twice about entrusting you lot with big secrets.”
Laughing, the newcomer, an ermine, positioned himself between Sasha and Riley. Unlike the others, this young man wore an outfit befitting much colder climes with his long black overcoat and blue jeans. As he drew closer, his steps made no sound. It was as if he were merely transposed onto the streambed rather than directly interacting with it. Though, even as he apparently materialized from thin air, so too, did a swarm of lightning bugs. The swarm soon enfolded them in an ethereal swirl of green bioluminescence as the four gathered on this last parcel of dry land near the bridge.
“While we’re still on the subject of keeping secrets, Trace,” the younger raccoon segued with a mischievous grin. “For all those years we couldn’t see you, did Tyson ever force you to spy on us?”
“You kidding? All the time.”
“Yeah, whatever!” Tyson exclaimed, more amused than offended.
“Though, he didn’t force me to do anything, but that doesn’t mean he never asked me nicely to do his dirty work for him. How else you think Tyson always got the drop on you?
Sasha pocketed both thumbs inside her overall shorts and said, “Explains why all our pranks and surprise parties went awry. Hell, when you think about it, everything makes sense now. It explains all those times I remember Tyson talking to himself or staring at nothing.”
“Hey, Ty,” Riley asked with nigh-irrepressible liveliness, “why did you take so long to tell us about Trace? If he’s always been this cool, why keep him a secret? It’s not like he’s scary or anything.”
Tyson sheepishly clutched his left arm and admitted, “Wish I knew myself. It’s a lot to accept at face value; and maybe I thought if I told you or Sasha, you would’ve thought I was messed up in the head. Now that you’ve said it out loud, Riley, I guess I didn’t really need to go about this all alone, huh?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that these days,” the ermine nudged, grinning warmly. “Whether you realize it or not, we’re in this together. In fact, it’s always been that way. It’s never been just the two of us. You’ve always had Sasha, Riley and all your other friends from Stony Brook, too. In the end, Tyson, we will find her. All of us. We’ll find Daeja together.”
Nearly on the verge of tears, Tyson’s smile grew from palpable appreciation as he placed a hand on Trace’s shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I want to extend my gratitude to
aerokat for what you see here! I'm so very blessed to work with somebody who puts so much effort into their art, and I can't thank them enough for making my characters look this good. If you haven't yet done so, make sure to check out their gallery for more great art!
If you're at all curious, here's her Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix
art is © aerokat
Tyson, Sasha and Riley Bishop and Trace O'Rourke are ©
nazcapilot
Love was not enough, but I know we'll make it through/
You don't have to believe me, you don't have to say you will/
These days are far and few between, and I don't want to waste them/
Someday you will realize you don't need it anymore/
- Covet - "Parachute"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-lpxJA-AjA
Cut off from the dream/
Where the sky meets water/
Beneath forgotten stars/
Feeling like a child/
I embrace what I came for/
And what I’ve overcome/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
You have gone so far/
Don’t give it up/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
You gotta go with/
What you think is right/
Delve into myself/
With my truth and devotion/
I start another flow/
Gliding up and down/
In my yearning for daylight/
I find you in my soul/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
Sun emerges from behind the clouds/
Oh, it’s a lovely life/
You gotta go with/
What you think is right/
Cut off from the dream/
Where the sky meets water/
Beneath forgotten stars/
I feel like a child/
Found in waking life/
- Riverside - "Found (The Unexpected Flaw of Searching)"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN0uSZ8xNcs
Madrid, Iowa / June 14th / 8:20 P.M.
Sheltered comfortably between the rolling bluffs south of Boone, Ledges State Park welcomed any visitors eager to explore its fertile expanse on this fine summer’s day. The ground was still moist from a thunderstorm which had barreled through Central Iowa earlier that morning. The moisture it left behind imbued everything with the earthy, pleasant scent of petrichor. This musky and thoroughly fresh smell persistently clung to the air even now hours later with the unhindered sun shining confidently above thin, wispy strands of cirrus clouds even as impending dusk deepened the sky’s blue hues. With the breeze at their backs, Tyson and his two siblings, Sasha and Riley, reversed course back up Peas Creek from where it met the Des Moines River toward the arch bridge where they began their walk some fifteen minutes ago.
“I’m surprised we’ve got the run of the place today,” said Sasha as she traipsed over the pea gravel near the water’s edge. “You’d think we’d run into more people out walking the creek, but no, it’s just been us.”
“On a Saturday no less, too,” Tyson replied, leading the way. “I must say, Sasha, your reputation precedes you. If I hadn’t taken the time to warn the public you’d be coming, I doubt we’d have the park to ourselves.”
“That’d be a first for you, Ty. You thinking ahead and all; but hey, it’s their loss. Not my fault some people can’t handle me. Though, who am I to judge? After all, ignorant people can keep their ignorant opinions.”
“We should take some pictures and post them on Snapchat,” the twelve-year-old cacomistle said from behind. The youngest Bishop splashed in the streambed with every other step as he keenly shadowed his older siblings. “Everyone comes here, yeah, but not today. Which is weird. It’s super weird seeing the creek so empty, but now it’s easier to notice all the little things in the park. If we took pictures, people would know we pretty much had Ledges to ourselves.”
“You heard the man, Sasha,” Tyson said, a mischievous smile materializing. “Why not commemorate the occasion? At least then you’ll prove to your adoring fans that you have a life.
“Nice try, Ty,” the girl shot back. “You won’t get into my private stories that easily. I have a strict standard to uphold.”
“She just doesn’t want Mom and Dad to know what she’s been up to,” the cacomistle gleefully jeered. “It’s drugs, Tyson. Sasha’s selling all the drugs; and she’s using your crack shack to do it!”
“My crack shack, eh? The nerve of some people. That old tool shed is hallowed ground!”
“Oh please. I only deal the classiest of narcotics. Crack cocaine is beneath me. Besides, that old tool shed of yours is prime real estate. Speaking of keeping secrets from Mom and Dad, your orientation at Native Altars is coming up soon, isn’t it? I’d be surprised if you told them what you’d really be doing at the Temple of Doom.”
Laughing, Riley asked as he closed the gap with a sprint, “That’s the pyramid, right? The one in Des Moines? So, what’s Ty gonna do there that’s worth keeping secret?”
“Good question,” said Sasha with a smirk. “Though, it’s a question only one of us can answer.”
Untroubled, the eldest raccoon looked over his shoulder and coolly answered, “I’ve told you plenty, Sasha. It’s not my fault you hardly pay attention when it counts. What I told Mom and Dad was true. They think I’ll be spending time archiving and running errands for Native Altars. That doesn’t mean my life as an intern won’t cover a whole lot more.”
“Yeah, but is all the secrecy even necessary?” Sasha asked. “If it involves what I’m thinking, then you could at least tell us. I mean, Riley and I know much more about what’s going on than we did a few weeks ago, so what sense does it make to pretend like nothing has changed?”
Stopping completely, the young man turned around so he could address his siblings more directly. The soft crunch of sand preceded this pivot as Tyson bore for them a genial, carefree grin. In turn, Sasha and Riley left a couple feet separating them from their older brother as they, too, came to an abrupt halt.
“What I told you guys is true. Running errands is basically it. It’s not like I lied to Mom and Dad about this whole internship thing. Though, like always, they only know half of what’s going on. If they knew half as much as you two do, they’d have a conniption.”
“True,” Sasha said with a wry grin and raised brow, “but these errands you’ve gone on about lately aren’t what most would think of as typical drudge work, are they? If they were, I don’t think you’d be so eager to do them. C’mon, Ty, it doesn’t take much detective work to figure out that these quote/unquote errands for Native Altars have everything to do with what happened a couple weeks back.”
“We just want to know what you’ll be doing at the Temple of Doom,” Riley elaborated, nearly fidgeting from excitement. “Who wouldn’t want to know more about what goes on inside that creepy pyramid? Jakub and Isaak made it seem like all this crazy stuff is going on deep underground that the government is trying to keep under wraps.”
“As far as I know, short stuff, it’s just an office building,” the eldest Bishop son chuckled. “Though, the sad thing is we won’t see much of the Ziggurat after orientation. Wes and Marie want our group to meet up elsewhere so that we’ll have a little more privacy when we,” he paused for dramatic effect upon flashing his brow, “investigate the paranormal.”
“I knew it!” The cacomistle hollered with an enthusiastic fist pump.
“Like hell you did,” the younger raccoon teased with small laugh. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be listening to Tyson’s friends fill your head with conspiracy theories and other nonsense.”
“I leave you three for fifteen minutes, and you’re already making a ruckus,” remarked a tall young man from behind Tyson’s siblings. “Need I remind that you’re all much, much louder than you think you are? It makes me think twice about entrusting you lot with big secrets.”
Laughing, the newcomer, an ermine, positioned himself between Sasha and Riley. Unlike the others, this young man wore an outfit befitting much colder climes with his long black overcoat and blue jeans. As he drew closer, his steps made no sound. It was as if he were merely transposed onto the streambed rather than directly interacting with it. Though, even as he apparently materialized from thin air, so too, did a swarm of lightning bugs. The swarm soon enfolded them in an ethereal swirl of green bioluminescence as the four gathered on this last parcel of dry land near the bridge.
“While we’re still on the subject of keeping secrets, Trace,” the younger raccoon segued with a mischievous grin. “For all those years we couldn’t see you, did Tyson ever force you to spy on us?”
“You kidding? All the time.”
“Yeah, whatever!” Tyson exclaimed, more amused than offended.
“Though, he didn’t force me to do anything, but that doesn’t mean he never asked me nicely to do his dirty work for him. How else you think Tyson always got the drop on you?
Sasha pocketed both thumbs inside her overall shorts and said, “Explains why all our pranks and surprise parties went awry. Hell, when you think about it, everything makes sense now. It explains all those times I remember Tyson talking to himself or staring at nothing.”
“Hey, Ty,” Riley asked with nigh-irrepressible liveliness, “why did you take so long to tell us about Trace? If he’s always been this cool, why keep him a secret? It’s not like he’s scary or anything.”
Tyson sheepishly clutched his left arm and admitted, “Wish I knew myself. It’s a lot to accept at face value; and maybe I thought if I told you or Sasha, you would’ve thought I was messed up in the head. Now that you’ve said it out loud, Riley, I guess I didn’t really need to go about this all alone, huh?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that these days,” the ermine nudged, grinning warmly. “Whether you realize it or not, we’re in this together. In fact, it’s always been that way. It’s never been just the two of us. You’ve always had Sasha, Riley and all your other friends from Stony Brook, too. In the end, Tyson, we will find her. All of us. We’ll find Daeja together.”
Nearly on the verge of tears, Tyson’s smile grew from palpable appreciation as he placed a hand on Trace’s shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I want to extend my gratitude to
aerokat for what you see here! I'm so very blessed to work with somebody who puts so much effort into their art, and I can't thank them enough for making my characters look this good. If you haven't yet done so, make sure to check out their gallery for more great art!If you're at all curious, here's her Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/poecatcomix
art is ©
aerokatTyson, Sasha and Riley Bishop and Trace O'Rourke are ©
nazcapilot
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 1280 x 1129px
File Size 336.9 kB
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