Figures in the mist. Legends of the bayou. Damned Souls.

Again done by the fantastic;
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thingfromtheabyss/

And featuring the bearface;
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tukaram/

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8x8 Journal Page, owned by Zari Baur
Left abandoned in Blanchet Graves Tower, held down by two empty large brass cartridge cases.
Descending Darkness

It hadn't been Pneumonia. The doctor had lied to me. AHA had lied to me. I can only trust us. I only believe us. The medicine I had worked and stolen for had not worked. Emma sunk into the river of death. And then resurfaced a terrible Monster. Heralding the charge of the others. Ma is dead. Luca is dead. Fynn is dead. Pa is dead. Leonie is dead. Only Amelie and Felix still live. And me. But I am dead already. All I see around me is the dead and those who need speeding on their river journey. My last remaining Kin are waiting for me now. Waiting for me to deliver them the funds needed to leave this country. And I will deliver it to them. The Dead Men don't need money anymore. It will be mine. To give to those still with a chance. Those who have not been damned.

They should be pleased the Dead Men. I give them an immediate exit from this world. They may not be Elephants but it smites their wicked souls instantly. The AHA lied to me. And now seek to stop me. They are Monsters. Just like the others. I will save my family. Stop them getting to Tukaram's home. I trust him. We trust each other.

They all lied to me. Now they must be judged by their damned souls.

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8x8 Journal Page, collated from two separate pages, owned by Tukaram Reed
Held in two halves in a severed arm floating at Catfish Grove
Roar and Rip

This is all mine. My forest. My home. My grounds of prowling and hunting. Zari is allowed because I trust him. He follows to save the invaders from the axe and my own hands. My hands that rip and tear. It is what happens to trespassers. I have staked out their heads as a warning. Zari cares for their bodies for looting. He is foolish. A body in pieces gives far more warning than one left to rot. But he keeps a lookout for me. A foolish but trustworthy boy.

We clear any from my land. As a team. Only he is to be trusted. The land must be cleared so they will know it is my land. My land. Once they leave my land I will return home and be happy. I am happy now of course. Tearing the limbs off trespassers and seeing bodies being blown apart from Zaris Rifle is joyful. It was he that blew the wolfs head right off his shoulders to get me a new hat. The Boy is good for that too. I trust him. Now the AHA know that they do not own this land as their Hunter adorns my head. They will be shown that this is no place for them.

Only Zari is allowed in my land. All others must be torn from this land by force. I enjoy tearing.