Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 10:56:54 PM)
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PeachesCat (Jul 23, 2011 10:57:11 PM)
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PeachesCat (Jul 23, 2011 10:57:43 PM)
(This user is now known as Old Ted)

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:00:55 PM)
*Ted's old chevy would be heard and seen lumbering down the driveway,but this time something seemed different cause the speed that Old Ted lumbered down the drive at was a bit more than the previous visit...As she pulled up and parked,throwing the truck into park rather quickly and stepping out. He wore the same clothes but always a different t-shirt on,this one was brown..The carefree look on his face that Deacon had seen was now replaced with a scowl*

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:04:13 PM)
*Deacon was out once again working on the property, though, this time, he was building fenced in area for the puppy that was cut off from the rest of the land. Deacon stood in a pair of worn jeans and work boots. A loose tank top hanging around his form. He twitched abit at the sound of the truck. Turning slowly, he grabbed the tool belt, that he used, it had a hammer, and multi tool with some screws, though really it was just a repurposed old west style holster, that, he still kept a gun in. Belting it on before walking his way around to lean on the finished fencing looking over the drive* What can I do ya for this evening?

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:09:47 PM)
*Old Ted didnt really see Deacon that well but he did indeed hear him and walked in the direction of the voice. When he saw Deacon he sighed rather heavily*Im sorry to trouble ya,but remember me tellin ya about the horses bein spooked well its happend again*slight pause*Only this time its different,those werent no teenagers. No teenager would do this. The carcase had bite marks all over it,like someone chewed on it..And the damndest thing,there was hardly any blood on the ground..I hate ta bother ya again,but I want ya to come look at it tell me what ya think..I havent told the misses,yet and probly wont..Till I know fur sure what is goin on..

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:13:39 PM)
*He frowned abit and nodded slightly* Alright ole timer, just gimme a minute to grab some things, to be better off safe than sorry, if you want, you can head back, make sure the missus, doesnt wander out to find the animal. An I will head right over to take a look. *He was hardly waiting for an answer when he went inside to get his things, like, the gun belt for the pair of guns he used, and his riding leathers, that served at the time for an added buffer of protection before he would return outfront and either join the old man, or grab his bike*

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:15:05 PM)
*Ted gave Deacon a nod of he his head*Thank you,and yes indeed it is better to be safe than sorry.. I will wait for you by the back door on the porch

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:15:13 PM)
(oops hit the enter button..lol)

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:16:08 PM)
*With that Ted turned and got back in his truck and drove off heading to his own farm...When Decaon would arrive Ted was indeed waiting for him on the back porch sitting in one of the rocking chairs,shotgun across his lap*

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:18:57 PM)
*Deacon walked out back, carrying the heavy leather jacket slung over his shoulder.* Alrighty, what part of the fields it in this time? You point, I'll go an look... I got some training dealing with things like this from some time in the army... scouting and tracking that is, so its perhaps for the best if you stayed here, just incase it comes near the house or something.

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:23:57 PM)
*The old man shook his head and stood up*Sorry son im going with you,these are my lands and my horses whatever it is out there that is killen em I want to know*then he walked off the porch and walked around to the opposite side of the house,started up the Gator and drove it to where Deacon was*we take the gator already been out there once with it whatever it was is long gone by now....*The vehicle looked well used the bed of it had a small bale of hay on it,the seats had rips in them and some of the paint was flaking off in small patches,Ted had the headlights on of course*

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:27:16 PM)
*He gave himself a moment to take a steadying breath. He may not dislike humans, but, he certainly did not like them telling him no. Grinding his teeth abit while the old man brought the vehicle around. He walked over and hopped on with a grunted* Drive

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:33:20 PM)
*the old man could not help but chuckle when Deacon got in the Gator,then headed off down the field the drive would look familar to Deacon he had been on these exact fields no more than a week ago the hills,grass,trees everything..But in the distance a shadow would appear close to the ground as the Gator got closer it came into view at least for old Ted..D would clearly see the carcuse of a dead horse,flys were buzzing all around it..Ted stopped in front of it headlights shining on it*Theres ma horse*said as she got out of the gator shot gun in hand*or whats left of it anyway..

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:36:19 PM)
*The horse was laying on its side legs straight and resting on the ground,it hadnt been dead long..Upon closer inspection of the animal there were indeed bite marks all over it,no meat had been taken no holes ripped into the animal like a wolf or a wild dog would do*See those *as sTed pointed out the bite marks*what ya make of that?

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:37:14 PM)
*He hefted himself out and pulled the jacket on, as he walked over and crouched down by the horse, examining the markings on it. Though he wanted to get rid of the old man even for afew minutes. He thought* Old Timer, you got a camera of some kind in your house we could use to take some pictures of these bite marks... maybe if i can take something home later to look at I can at least if nothing else tell you what it was that did this, and how to protect against them.

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:41:38 PM)
*Ted looked at Deacon like he had lost his mind*Yeah,I have one but I wont be leaving you out here by yourself in case whatever did this comes back*as he poked at one of the bite marks with the end of his shotgun*

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:45:41 PM)
Old man, go get the camera. *He stood and smirked, and with reflexes faster than the old man could likely follow he drew one of the six shooters at his hips, and clicked back the hammer. Then slower he uncocked the weapon, and yes with the old western flourish, spun the weapon before reholstering it* I can take care of myself out here... I spent many a night tracking a beast far deadlier, called crazed men whom have some ideologies gone screwy. Now please, get the camera... Im just gonna look around abit, after my eyes readjust to the dark.

Old Ted (Jul 23, 2011 11:50:52 PM)
*Ted frowned at him*Son *then watched him pull his gun from the holester,cock it then uncock it twirl it around and put it back into his holster...Ted chuckled a bit*Flashy wont save ya son. But,perhaps your right*as he looked back at the carcus,then to Deacon*Dont go doin something foolish*as she turned away walked back to the Gator,get in nad having never turned it off turned the wheel just enough to move so he didnt hit the dead horse and headed back to the house*

Deacon McCarthy (Jul 23, 2011 11:54:18 PM)
Flashy used to save your life alot more than you know old timer. *He spoke softly, when the man was out of earshot, and with a concentration of his blood, he crouched down and studied the dead animal. Having no questions about what did it.... Just particularly, which, what it was. (yea, say that one afew times fast.) *He started moving carefully around the body, searching for track markings of the vampire, or group of them which may have caused this.*