He was hurt ... quite badly, in fact. Enough so that he didnt' want to go home to his brother and potentially risk a lecture about being more careful... so the next best place? Was Nat's. He wasnt entirely certain she'd be awake this late at night as he made his way slowly towards her home...

Though rather than knocking on her front door like a normal person, he climbed to her window of her bedroom, knocking on the glass plane weakly.

"Ay... lemme in would'ya?" he called, voice muffled thanks to the window. Granted, he could have just broken in ...

"what the fuck is this...?" moby crouched down, eyeing the ring of salt. was this the kind of trap that worked on other demons? it didn't even make sense. all because it represented purity? she blew on the ring, disrupting its shape before stepping over, strictly for the sake of wounding his pride. "do tabletop condiments usually do it for you, or were you trying something new?"

He huffs, leaning over for a second with the grappling hook still dangling from the stone he'd fastened it to before glancing up through a nearby opening out onto the open natural landscape.

Hunt successes always felt the best when received with a view. Out in the wilds here, he vividly recalls the last time he was out like this. The indescribable excitement that came. This had been what Karter & Katrina had said was the true appeal of hunting was.

A moment passes, and air exhales through nostrils, glancing about the tunnel system before him before rubbing his chin with his open hand.

"not a liar." at least not about most things, but he keeps his shit close to his chest. some shit more than others. this is a town where people come and go, where people run away to so that no one knows them. where people disappear.

he doesn't tell a soul he only fucks men except the ones who touch him. doesn't tell anyone why he sends every cent he gets away. doesn't tell why he ran.

god, he missed this. hands are on either side of whiskey's face, giving him some good pets, and the pure bliss on brian's face would be hard to miss. animals have always been his happy place, and after not seeing them for so long ( and after everything he's found out ), they're a happy escape yet again. " you're just a handsome boy, " he praises, giving the large horse a firm pat at the base of his neck.

daryl's hands make quick work of pulling his crossbow from his shoulder, bolt already notched in its deadly groove as it's pointed at @afterdeaths' head. he hasn't seen anyone new out here in long enough that a stranger suddenly appearing is somewhat suspicious to him. to be fair, daryl's outings have not exactly been frequent as of late, but he's not the only one from his communities who comes out here.

in the old days of alexandria, daryl would have been perfectly happy to find someone new. it was his job, aaron's smiling face right by his side the whole way. now, though, resentment boils in his gut at the thought of bringing in someone new. at the hurt they could bring with them. ‘ drop it, ’ he demands. the stranger's weapon is of no consequence to him. he's confident that he's a better shot.

itty bitty teeny tiny thing ! @afterdeaths

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ━━━ @afterdeaths , 𝐙𝐄𝐄 + 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐍 . . .

“ SORRY ! I'LL BE OUT IN ONE SEC ! ” An unprofessional entrance from someone who was, for all intents and purposes, technically running a business. Voice rang out from somewhere within the home, stacks of this and that scattered throughout, towers ( short but impressive ) of books threatening to topple over with one false move. It was the home in which she had grown up in on and off while not on the road, and now it was the home which desperately needed clearing out.

A handful of moments passed between the time when the voice was heard and the appearance of a lanky blonde figure, but when she finally entered the space it was clear that the mess around them was in fact hers ; somehow, she and the room seemed to look alike.