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[atowncalledtreffy]

Keeping in mind Lark’s aversion to water as well as the struggle to get a beast out of it, Trevor moves with Lark to position himself in between the pig and the water. He waits for a moment when Lark is clear and takes his second shot with his second rock to stun the boar.

[ukan]

Lark dives back in the second the rock hits, grabbing it by the throat now and pushing forward to roll it onto its side. Blood dribbles into his mouth, then bursts in as his teeth find the carotid.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor works his way around the downed pig to where he won’t get caught in its death throes. With his borrowed knife he falls on the pig to pin it with his body and slips it in the ribs where the heart should be. Always kill as quick as you can, not only because it’s safer but because it’s comparatively more moral.

[ukan]

When the pig is still Lark sits down to pant and catch his breath. When Trevor looks at him he'll wag his tail furiously.

[atowncalledtreffy]

He relaxes when the pig dies, exhaling, sweating a little but that was far, far easier with Lark's help than doing it alone.

Trevor looks over and smirks when Lark wags his tail.

"Tell me that's a 'give me my clothes back' look and not a 'I'm going to stay a dog and leave you to carry the meat back' look."

[ukan]

He bark-howls what sounds a bit like an agreement and pads over to nose at Trevor. Clothes, please!

[atowncalledtreffy]

Unzipping the backpack, he fishes out Lark's clothes and hands them over.

"Don't get blood on them."

[ukan]

When he comes back clothed and human, he's rubbing the blood off his face and ecstatic.

"How was that?"

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor is grinning, stringing together the boar's front legs and back legs separately so that he can carry it out of the Enclosure.

"You're a monster. A born hunting wolf to make the best dogs proud."

[ukan]

He chuckles. "Then we should do this again. Maybe it'll keep you busy and keep other people off your back."

[atowncalledtreffy]

He snorts, and rolls his eyes.

"Those other people are usually the ones I'd be hunting." He tells him, and starts dragging the pig back to the Enclosure entrance. "Pigs are for Christmastime and feasts after Lent."

[ukan]

"Tell me what Lent is like." He's always been curious, but never had time to ask anyone who actually partook of it. "I've only observed Mardi Gras."

[atowncalledtreffy]

His brow furrows as Trevor translates:

"Fat Tuesday? I mean, Lent is...it's Lent. It's dark and you're hungry and you can't eat or drink what you want. I'm not so observant as I once was. But back before people were starving to death, you fasted for half the year and Lent's the most important and longest fast of that year. "

[ukan]

To most people that sounds awful. To Lark? It's exciting.

"What's the purpose behind the fast?"

[atowncalledtreffy]

He gives him a weird look. It's like explaining to a child why the sun rises in the morning.

"Religious observation. Jesus Christ did it so now his observers follow in his footsteps. We're supposed to be...I don't know, refraining from physical pleasures of the earth. We're denying what's tempting to us for something more powerful: God's grace, or forgiveness or whatever. There's like four priests on this tub and I'm not one of them; I can't give you better answers than that."

[ukan]

"We should observe it this year." Trevor doesn't sound particularly religious about it so Lark needn't be either. They can get some other meaning from it.

[atowncalledtreffy]

He laughs, harsh and bitter but with a tinge of amusement;

"You're only saying that because you have to cook all the food for this lot. With Lent you eat one meal a day for forty days."

[ukan]

Even better. "If rationing continues we'll make the whole ship observe. Otherwise, you and I."

[atowncalledtreffy]

"I think I'll pass." He says, and hauls the pig over the threshold into the Barge proper. "But feel free to starve yourself for whatever reason you want."

[ukan]

A chuckle. He picks the pig up by its bound hind feet and slings it over his shoulder. "Is that a 'no' to a Mardi Gras celebration?"

[atowncalledtreffy]

Walking with Lark, Trevor heads towards the kitchen to butcher the pig.

"I don't know. Not much one for celebrating. Anyway, that's months off."

[ukan]

"Not even your victories? That's criminal." Especially when Trevor has to pry his wins from the jaws of literal monsters.

[atowncalledtreffy]

"Honestly the celebration is getting to live another day." Trevor exhales, smiling a little. "Anything else could be considered excessive. Fuck, now I'm talking like Alucard."

[ukan]

"Celebrations break up the monotony here. I suspect that's why they existed in your time, too." He gives him a sage look. "There's more to life than just surviving through the night."

[atowncalledtreffy]

He squints back at Lark over his shoulder.

"There hasn't been much celebrating in the last year or so." He counters. "Been a shit time for everyone. I don't think anyone feels much like celebrating - there's monotony and then there's outright tragedy. Feels different."