DEEP DOWN TRAUMA HOUNDS + o, SAND DUNE RACING

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    As gentle winds blew over miniature grains of sand, a single word fluttered throughout the arid expanse.


    "FUCK."


    "How am I supposed to organize this stupid event," he thinks tossing around a few heavy fabric materials he was told were 'blankets'. "Eres un imbécil, no tengo idea de lo que estoy haciendo por esto," the man spits as he has a near hissy fit trying to organize things the best he could. "¿Me das una tarea y no me dices cómo puedo hacerlo? Soy ciego, ¿qué cosas crees que voy a organizar?" His speech is full of venom as he ends up flailing a blanket around, then proceeding to give up as he sinks to the ground. "Well Solaris," he begins in a defeated manner. "We're going to have a little sand dune race in the desert, but I'm not sure how we should proceed with this. I guess we'll hop on blankets and pray we don't eat sand for dinner." "Goddammit woman," a twitch of his ear signals irritability. "I appreciate the task, but... damn."


    [ translation 1: "You're a moron, I have no idea what I'm doing for this."

    translation 2: "You give me a task and you don't tell me how to do it? I'm blind, how do you think I can organize things?" ]


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    WELL I THINK I'M GONNA BURN IN HELL —

    ( ^ikr, bless ryad )


    It was the coyote's irritable shouting and grumbling that had summoned Meenah to the area, peering with her amber eye at the man and his unhappy pose on the ground. "Hey, it's okay," the wolf greeted him, attempting to be comforting although she hadn't understood his Spanish. But his tone and body language was enough to give it away. She trotted over to him, stepping over the blankets on the way. "I've never partic'pated in a.. 'sand dune race', but I think it sounds fun."

               

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    Ver prided herself in being aware of her surroundings and picking up on small tics and hard to notice movements from those around her but somehow she’d managed to completely forget the man was blind. She blamed it on the fact he always moved with relative confidence and seemed to carry his own weight but it didn’t excuse the fact she’d forgotten. Her ears had picked up on the mans hissy fit and she’d come up besides Meenah curiously watching him with an amused raise of her brow.


    He’d managed to grab some blankets and despite his irritability she’d give him credit for doing it all himself. ”You sound so enthusiastic about it Ryad” she’d chide with a snarky grin. ”I’ll be joining you two as well”

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    "Ya got this, Ryad! Ya tell that sand whos boss!" She snorted, jumping around a little bit and slapping the ground in order to put it in its place. She was here to support her fellow comrades in their struggles, even if that meant her new enemy was commonly found at beaches and had a habit of getting caught and stuck in everything. Though honestly, sand was pretty annoying, might as well help take care of the issue.


    She chuckled, walking over to gently nuzzle the coyote with a smirk on her face, glancing over at Meenah and Ver with a gentle smile upon her face. Ver knew what she was doing, she probably thought it was funny too, and that in itself made her laugh even more. It was pretty grand, she wasn't about to lie. "Need a hand? Or maybe some eyes?"


    「 I'M DONE PLAYING GAMES — SO I'M GOING DOWN IN FLAMES 」

    "Pro-tip, don't stand when you go down a dune." Phexides was speaking from experience. Well, it wasn't her experience, but watching her ex try and sled down a hill and promptly land flat on his face was as clear in her head as when she first saw it. "And I'm sure the blankets will work well. Thanks for organizin' it." The lynx continued, her paws kneading into the sand underneath her. She wasn't quite sure if she'd participate in the race yet or not.



    "speaking." or "speaking."


    [ KSAJDKAJD, I KNOW LIKE 5 WORDS IN SPANISH, idk what im doing skdjkjd ]


    "Ugh, there's a lot of people here now, how embarrassing," the man detects four to be exact; Meenah, Coldclaws, Ver, and Phex. "Well there are an even number of you lot," he says rather bitterly, slinking back from the amount of comments. "I can't seem to participate it in myself without ending up on the other side of the territory covered in shit and leaves." He tosses another blanket to the side. "Alright, instead of organizing you all by your arrival, I'm going to shake things up a little, as far as shaking things can go," he pauses a moment. "Ver and Cold, you're on Team One. You're both trouble-makers, apparently," he casts a scowl towards Ver. "Name your team whatever you'd like. Meenah and Phex, you're Team Two, the same goes for your guys' team name as well." "Did I forget anything, anything at all?" "First team down this large ass dune I, somehow, found gets... I don't know, a medal? Whatever you want, but you win. Got it? You can start whenever you'd like, just don't get any sand in my mouth or I'll end you."


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    [ FHBHB not too bad with the spanish ]


    A curse slaughtered the quiet humid air, loud in introduction and made the youth pause in his activity of playing in amber sands, if for a moment. Fuck. Mind grasped the word and parted black lips, pink tongue clicked before a soft utterance of the same word flowed out. "Fuck." Head whipped from left to right as if Ver would manifest to chide him on his language. Though, such concerns fall away at the collective phrases in an entirely different language unknown to him and decided to check out the commotion. By the time Stiles had arrived several others blanketed the scene and only caught the ending of Ryad's speech. First team down this large ass dune wins as prize of sorts, a medal or whatever they desired with the grand title of winner. "G-g-good luck!" Stiles chimed in before he settled near the blind man.

    Ver tilts her head in confusion as son as Cole makes her joke at Ryad's expense and only then does she understand precisely what was wrong. Oh he's fucking blind, right. She doesn't react only snickers to herself as if she knew all along and this was all some dumb prank. She's always been decent at faking her confidence, if she acted like everything was right no one questioned her. She just looked like she belonged and could do whatever she wished.


    She'd grin at him as he finally spoke, an image of what he claimed envisioned in her mind. ”You're really going to miss out Ryad” she'd start clearly about to tease him once more. It was only a matter of time before she got cussed out but Ver never backed down from a challenge. ”We can always unbury you. Plus I think some 'shit and leaves' would look quite dashing on you” she'd eagerly turn to Coldclaw's as she finished. So they'd be working together, that sounded like a disaster in the making. But before her maw would open to ask what the woman thought they should name themselves she heard the small voice of one of the kittens, of Stile's saying the first cuss word she'd heard him say. Damnit Ryad.She'd pad over to him to gently nudge him ”Hey don't say that. It's a bad word, you gotta wait a few more months before you can go around yelling it all willy nilly” she'd correct, in all honesty she didn't mind if he did cuss but she still kept in mind he was a child. A normal child who had no reason to be cussing like a sailor, or in this instance like her. She'd done her best to keep her mouth clean for his sake.


    Ryad just had to go flinging the worst one out into the air. The bastard.

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