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Sep. 18th, 2020 05:12 pmAfter his outing into the woods with Kat, wherein they'd actually collected a bit more evidence to support the existence of the Winrow, Marcus has done more research. He's delved into the books he's been able to find on the subject of Darrow myths and legends, few and far between as they are, and he's spoken to people who used to live out in the same area where he does now. All of it points to this winged, bipedal deer as something that might truly exist.
It only comes out at night. That's what one woman had told him. She'd sounded a bit frightened when saying it and Marcus heard the hint of a song in the words, something he knows he's heard somewhere before, though he can't place it.
Not that it matters. What matters is the information. It stays hidden during the day, if it exists at all, which Marcus finds himself hoping it does. Despite the fear in the woman's voice, she'd seemed certain there was nothing to be truly afraid of, a sentiment echoed by others, as well as the books he's looked into.
But he wants to know more. If it's real, he wants to see it. He's sure Sam will as well, which is why he writes an e-mail to his friend first, outlining what he's learned and what he's experienced. The broken branches, too high up on trees to be an actual deer, the eaten vegetables, and the prints in the garden, far too large to belong to a deer as well. Then there's the sound. That mournful cry in the night. He sends scans of the articles and entries he's found on the subject, a few of the drawings, which look something like a larger and more deer-like version of the Jersey Devil.
Before long, they have a plan. It involves camping out in the dark in the woods. In the cold. But Marcus can't pretend he's not looking forward to it.
It only comes out at night. That's what one woman had told him. She'd sounded a bit frightened when saying it and Marcus heard the hint of a song in the words, something he knows he's heard somewhere before, though he can't place it.
Not that it matters. What matters is the information. It stays hidden during the day, if it exists at all, which Marcus finds himself hoping it does. Despite the fear in the woman's voice, she'd seemed certain there was nothing to be truly afraid of, a sentiment echoed by others, as well as the books he's looked into.
But he wants to know more. If it's real, he wants to see it. He's sure Sam will as well, which is why he writes an e-mail to his friend first, outlining what he's learned and what he's experienced. The broken branches, too high up on trees to be an actual deer, the eaten vegetables, and the prints in the garden, far too large to belong to a deer as well. Then there's the sound. That mournful cry in the night. He sends scans of the articles and entries he's found on the subject, a few of the drawings, which look something like a larger and more deer-like version of the Jersey Devil.
Before long, they have a plan. It involves camping out in the dark in the woods. In the cold. But Marcus can't pretend he's not looking forward to it.
