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The Beach: Saturday afternoon

Karal had ~~handwavily~~ heard that the creature in the woods had been banished. It was a great relief, but he was still disturbed.

Rather than sit in his alcove and brood over it, he'd saddled Trenor and brought him down to the beach for a run. His mane was whipping along Karal's cheek as he leaned forward and urged him faster, until they were almost flying across the sand. As they approached a driftwood log, he collected him, rose in his stirrups, and they soared over it, landing neatly on the other side.

"Good, Trenor. Good boy," he said as he reined him in, slowing to a trot, then a walk, and he smiled up into the sky as he patted Trenor's neck. Everything was simpler on the back of a horse.

[ooc: open of course, as t'is a beach!]

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Tori had decided to take a walk on the beach, instead of sitting around the campground all day.

She was also happy to hear that Jason had been taken care of. It was a relief to know no one else was going to get attacked by that psycho.

The sounds of the waves calmed Tori's thoughts as she watched them crash against the sand. She really did love the beach.

[Dinnertime! SP is love!]

Trenor noticed her first, lifting his head to watch her, ears pricked forward, drawing Karal's attention.

He wasn't sure whether to greet her or not, in case she wished to be undisturbed, but he decided a, "Hello," couldn't hurt.

As he was still riding Trenor he didn't approach too closely, but he smiled in what he intended to be a welcoming way.

Chad was discovering that a walk from the cabins to the beach was a really nice, simple way to sort of ease back into mobility. Hopefully, soon, he'd be able to do more than just walking in a bit, but for now...

...Oh. A horse...Chad's head tilted slightly as he came across that.

Karal glanced up from where he'd been leaning on Trenor's neck and smiled. "Hello," he said, waving a little.

Chad lifted his left arm, the good side, in a wave-less wave back. "Hey," he responded, lifted his chin a little. "Nice horse."

"Thank you." He swung down off Trenor - because it was just polite - and pulled the reins over his head before walking over to Chad. "His name is Trenor. Mine is Karal. Are you all right?"

"M'Chad," he was able to fit in a quick introduction before acknowledging Karal's question. "Uh, yeah, m'fine. Just sort of walking off a wound." His eyes, hard as he tried, just couldn't help keep going to the horse. Trenor, he said its name was. He glanced at its nice coat a moment before looking over to the Karal and asking, hand slightly moving forward a bit, "You mind?"

"No, of course not!" he replied, stepping back so Chad could reach Trenor. "He's quite friendly, and he likes people very much."

Trenor, ears pricked forward, was watching Chad, obviously looking forward to some attention.

Chad's large hand reached over and gently, lightly brushed over the horse's velvety neck, and he smiled a little. "Had him long?" he asked Karal.

Trenor dropped his head, ears drooping sideways, enjoying the attention, and Karal smiled. "I have, since I was eleven and he was three. Which means we have been together for five years." He hesitated, not wishing to be rude. "May I ask, how were you injured?"

"Stabbed," Chad said, simply, and then, since it would probably be healing up soon and he wouldn't have as much to show off them, he asked, "Wanna see it?"

What? It was cool looking, and closing up fast so he had to make the most out of it while he could.

Karal's eyes widened slightly. "If you wish to show it to me," he said, not entirely sure he wanted to see a stab wound. "Was this to do with the creature in the woods?" After hearing more about it, he'd concluded it was not a man.

"There's a creature out there now, too?" Chad, who hadn't been kept very informed in general about his attacker, only had the impression of a man, because a man-like figure was all he could recall from that night. He frowned deeply, half forgetting about his offer to display his battle scar. The other half went into realizing that, with an answer like that, he'd rather just stay petting the nice horsie.

"I do not know what it is - was," he amended. "Isabel described it as a man, but I do not think it was, even if it was man shaped." He was quite relieved the wound showing hadn't manifested, and he slipped his fingers under the bridle to scratch Trenor. "So, a creature seems the best way to describe it."

And Tori had mentioned that he...it...whatever seemed to keep coming back, but that wasn't something so strange to Chad's experience. "Or something supernatural," he said. "Not quite human. But just because it isn't human doesn't mean it's automatically a creature..." Chad's voice was a little defensive at this point; not for the bastard that attacked him, of course, but because, well, the whole in love with someone who wasn't human thing.

Karal blinked, slightly surprised at the tone, trying to work out where he'd given offence. "Well, no, That is true. I know a number of people who are not human," he said carefully. "But this," he paused, searching for a different word, "entity, I do not know what it is, so in the absence of that knowledge, creature seemed suitable."

"Definitely more human-like than half the things I've ever encountered, so..." Chad just let that statement drift off, his expression becoming more disturbed as he was recalling a mask. The guy had a mask, kept coming back. Zaraki here...It...couldn't be a Hollow, could it? No, it couldn't be, 'cause then so many people wouldn't see it, would they? He gave a slight grunt.

"You heard anything more about it? I've been...with the wound...y'know, so...Thought he was taken care of until jus' yesterday..."

"Just that it was banished," he said apologetically, wondering what was going in Chad's thoughts. "Others also thought he was destroyed, though, which is why I concluded he was not human."

Chad grunted again slightly as he nodded. "For sure?" he asked. Because he had thought the attacker was taken care of earlier that week...

He nodded. "I trust the one who told me. She would not lie, and she would not say it unless she was certain."

Which, of course, had Chad asking, "Who told you?"

"Isabel," he replied, smiling a little. "And she was one of those who was hurt."

Chad nodded a little. He didn't know Isabel very well, but that almost seemed, in his mind, why he could trust her word. If that made any logical sense, which it probably didn't, but thus was the Chad.

Karal looked out over the ocean, enjoying the quiet and the company. "The danger has passed, at least, though the effects remain," he said after a minute or two. "As will the memories, once the wounds are healed."

Chad, too, looked out over the sea, still idly running his hands along Trenor's neck, but his thoughts were not nearly as deep...and much more literal. "Know mine's gonna scar...."

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