❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ( Evike to Coyote ) | from: /post/685454736959373312/
Coyote laughed maniacally, with amusement and utter terror. ‘What it takes to feel at least a little alive. Giving the hornet’s nest a kiss (with tongue).’ is what they thought of it. “Ah, I can’t help myself sometimes. It’s astronomically stupid, I know. Poking the bear? Always. Especially where the Shovelheads are involved. Poor termites.”
Visibly roughed up, a deep scratch across their narrow chest, tearing through the leather of their jacket and evidence of blunt force trauma crackled into their left cheekbone. They raked their hair away from their face, allowing it to fall back over their shoulders which released the heavy scent of decay.
Their gun was still warm, precariously sticking out of the front of their jeans. Patting it like a trustworthy horse, they smiled. “That lot won’t be trouble for me anymore anyhow, if the remaining two have learned their lesson at least.” That was stupid of them nonetheless. They got off with what was essentially a couple of love taps but going one to three could’ve ended poorly.
Still, they masked their fear. “Ahhh! Menendez. Coyote Menendez! Hey, hi!” They hoped this Dead One was friendly, “We haven’t met, have we? I see so many faces each night. Who are you?”