Luca. Another chilly night had laid waste to the park. Harsh breeze had come with the dusk, leaving the fresher powder of snow to blow and cling to everything, creating drifts and white caps scattered across Gehenna's dusty kingdom. From the geysers came plumes of rolling steam, the pockets of air hissing as they released the sulphur scented fog that blanketed her home. It was in the middle of the lands that lay the geyser pool, a boiling mouth to hell, and the very place she had offered her son to the likes of her deity. It was here that Luca lie now, in the middle of the mist that twisted and curled around her unmoving figure. The witch had been here for the majority of the day, having chased her cowardly creations away from her the night before after they had disappointed her once more. Skinny body was stretched across the sands dangerously close to the mouth of purgatory, long and thin forelegs stretched until her toes were mere inches from the water. Hind legs were curled in towards the lean and empty stomach. Masked head was raised high, making it easy to stare into the pool. Colorless in the dark, the scalding water reflected within it the night's sky, and it was here that the wraith was drawn. Haunting eyes were fixed on stars, planets, the corporeal moon. The diviner was at a curious ease, away from the wretches she called family, where all was quiet but for the ventral hiss and the soft pull of her own breath.

Caliber. The park was quiet in the winter night, except for the occassional call from the nocturnal creatures that occupied it. Footsteps made quiet, muffled crunches on the snow, and as he travelled, he listened to his own. He lulled himself into a stroll, not really caring where he went- he had no reason to go anywhere for any reaon at all. With what had happened... he didn't really have a reason to keep on living. Except for his brother, he supposed. Probably the only reason he was alive at all right now. Who would be the responsible one if he was gone? And so he carried on, for no particular reason, until he noticed a significant change in the ground. It was fading into snow-covered sand, and he could hear the sound of aggitated water in the distance. Hearing this made him aware of the dryness of his mouth. If only for a simple reason, he now had one, so he carried on with a quickened pace. However, as he was searching for a pool of water to drink from, the sudden sound of water on his right made him jump. With his right eye gone, his peripheral vision was severly lacking, and any sudden sounds on his right easily startled the man. He swung his gaze to the source of the sound, only to see water spouting out of the earth from a burrow-looking hole next to him. Being close to it, he could feel the heat it was giving off. Odd. It didn't last for long, but it left behind a steam cloud that quickly disipated. He made a note to avoid any of those holes- getting hit in the belly with a jet of water on a cold night would not be pleasant. He didn't waste any more time dawdling aroun, and set out on his way again. The silouette of a mound of rocks soon came into view, with a pool of water to the west of it. As he drew closer, he could see a dark figure next to the water. Not having much interest in chit-chat he said nothing to the other. As he walked up to the bank of the pool, he noticed steam dancing off it as well, the surface bubbling up off and on, similar to the water-burrows. Upon realizing that the water was much too hot to drink, he gave an annoyed snort, and turned to leave.

Cartridge. Night was upon them yet again, clouding their minds with the thick of evening fog as hot and cold came to mix amongst the forest, dwindling treeline drawing out in long sweeps that fell flat into the prarie, and shortly then, the sands. Male took to wandering yet again, dividing himself from brother in the liklihood he might chance across a find of food. Happenstance would have it that nothing was readily available, emptiness bare in bones as the environment he found himself in. It weren't as plentiful as the norm, but it were enough to keep the cotton mouthed hotshot at arm's length. Paws were light and quick to wander into the unknown, following his larger companion with an empty stomach and an even emptier skull. Pace was quick set and high amintenance as himself, high trotting it into the snow littered fields and slowing as the crunch grew softer in texture. Gaze peered down upon the plush of sand, pausing to dig his toes into the coarse texture and feel the heat that radiated from it. Hot on surface, though cooler as he dug deeper, thrusting his digits within the confines of grainy burial. Soon enough he was back at it, ripping his feet from their tombs and following after the trail his kin did lay. It would take another minute to catch up with him, peering through the mist of vapors and spying a figure in the distance. Gentle chuff to announce his arrival, soft and cooing as not to spook him. This of course was brought to a stand still, realising soon after that they were not alone. Ears flicked forwards in retaliation, offering a nod and glancing to his brother. Ever the social butterfly, that one. Lucky Ridge was here to improvise. "Hi the-her." Voice was smooth as silk, cracking a moment before he coughed the phlegm from his throat to clear his airway. It had been a while since he actually got to talking.  "Er.. Hi there."

Luca. In the quiet, the calm, Luca relaxed beside the starry pool and eased out a hot sigh, creating yet another plume of fog. Ribcage expanding and shrinking in size as she breathed in the smell of the geyser field; the smell of home. Serenity was broken by the sound of sand shifting beneath weight, and the usual four step was broken by the sound of extra foot falls. Eight legs, leaving her to assume she would have company, and it would not be just one wastelander that gifted her with their presence, but two. From the fog came a scarred face, but the witch did not stiffen, nor startle. Instead, she lingered, enjoying the feel of the steam warming her cold toes. The blowing wind played with her dark coat, lifting locks of the thick pelt and spreading them to and fro, and Luca remained. Ghostly crown was turned to view the other as he neared the pool, oddly silent, and after him came another. Both had cast a glance her way, but it was the latter that spoke. Amarinthine gaze turned to the speaker, dark lips curling into an almost hidden smile that blended well with the indigo of her features. As he cleared his throat and corrected himself, the witch began to chuckle. Bright eyes danced up his way, cat-like figure stretched until toes, elbows, shoulders, and the seperate discs of her spine popped in a series of cracks. It was her head that was last; she'd rotated it too far to the right, at an unnatural angle, and promptly turned it even farther for the loudest crack of them all. The wraith uncurled her balled up hind legs, allowing them room to stretch before she replied. Sinister smile was given, the yellowed tips of her teeth shown to the brothers that stood across from her. "Hello," sang the siren, melodic tones drifting easily through the fog.

Caliber. The stranger at the pool remained silent as he approached, though as soon as his brother walked up behind him, he spoke up. The man cringed slightly as Ridge coughed the phlem from his throat. How charming. Even more charming was the symphony of the pops and cracks of stiff bones that echoed from the dark-furred stranger. After they were done with their stretching, they finally responded with a smile and hello. Cal gave a nod to her, though he remained silent. He let his brother do the talking the majority of the time. The man simply stood, waiting for either the conversation to pick up, or for his brother to turn to leave as well.

Cartridge. Atmosphere was one of calm and serene disclosure, oddly quiet as the still air grew thick around them with the stench of sulfer and strange energies. He would dance a moment on his toes, shifting weight from one foreleg to the next as he drew close to brother's left side, situating himself comfortably. Heebeegeebies be damned, stiffening for a moment when the gal turned their way and offered a look worse than sibling's. Yeesh. Frown barely tugged at his lips, reeling back on the thicker glob of flesh to taughten across his cheeks before relaxing just as quickly. The steam was no help, blurring the lines between them to show only the most accentuated of features, namely: her mask. Orbs would flutter a time or two beneath his lids, flicking to peripherals to view Cal and gauge his feelings on the matter. No surprise it was the typical silence, offering a smile and tip of his head. And thus began the awkward silence, shifting his eyes from one spot to the next and finally landing back upon the girl, "Well. Nice meetin' you!" He would've cleared his throat again, had he not already, turning for a moment and moving to follow his sibling away.