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“That first guy was your partner?” Steppenwolf asked eventually as he watched the unchanging horizon without really seeing it.

Lot ground his teeth, having been similarly preoccupied with the other side of the road. “Yeah.”

“You killed him?”

Lot stopped and turned to look the other man in the eye. Steppenwolf could still smell the adrenaline in his system; see his muscles were tense and his pupils contracted. “Is this really the time you’ve decided to discuss this?”

“There’s something to discuss?” The coyote let the implications of the question hang in the air.

Lot just glared, smoothing back his hair, “Not unless you’ve been paid to kill me, too.”

The coyote paused, letting the tension resonate for a moment. His partner stared him strait in the eye, steady as a rock. Finally, he let himself relax, “Oh…”

It was Lot who looked away, chewing the filter of his cigarette, “I can tell you the whole sad story later, but right now, let’s just get through this bullshit.”

“It hasn’t been that bad,” Steppenwolf noted as he resettled his cape.

“Tell you what,” Lot growled, “Next time I’ll take the damned bird and you can deal with the crippling emotional issues.”

Up ahead of them the path disappeared into a grey stone cave. Just as they reached the mouth of the cave, the colours of the world around them suddenly inverted. Lot stopped, mid-stride, to stare at the pigment change and his partner, who was suddenly in the form of a coyote again. “Now what!?”

As though to answer the highly rhetorical question, a strange coyote sauntered out of the cave like the world was its own private joke. Its fur was a soft, snowy white down one side of its body, and completely black on the other. The detective watched as his partner approached the other coyote. The two sat and stared at each other, unmoving, but Lot had the feeling he was missing a sizable chunk of what was really going on.

With a sigh, he started scanning his surroundings for whatever horror he was inevitably going to end up facing this time around. As he searched, something on his chest grew warm, then hot. He cursed, clawing his shirt open and tearing the glowing white cross from over his heart. He stared at the transformed symbol, the black letters smouldering in pure white that should have been blackened metal with white engraving. Where it should have read ‘ Patience’ was the word ‘Wrath’. Sin where there should have been Virtue; Truth instead of Hope.

A peal of barking laughter shattered his confused revelry. He looked up to find the black and white Coyote laughing at him as it retreated back into the oblivion inside the cave, and his partner, once more almost human, looking concerned.

“Lot,” Steppenwolf said, stepping toward his partner as he would approach a wounded animal. “Remember, nothing here is real…” he threw a sad glance after the other Coyote. “…No matter how much we may want it to be.”

Turning back, Steppenwolf motioned to the cross in Lot’s hand, “What’s that?”

“It’s my…” the detective stopped. His what? Symbol? Religion? Connection to his family? “It’s nothing.”

The coyote studied his partner closely, catching a faint whiff of fear rolling off his skin, “We should get moving. This place is obviously having a bad effect on you.”

Lot blinked, then tucked the cross in his pocket with a sigh, “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

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Quick illustrations and story for inside Dr. D's cloak. I'm actually really fond of this one. Drawing Coyote turned out to be more fun than I thought it would be.

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owns Steppe, proofread, and came up with Coyote's look.
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is awesome, and runs Secret Wars!

Description
“That first guy was your partner?” Steppenwolf asked eventually as he watched the unchanging horizon without really seeing it.

Lot ground his teeth, having been similarly preoccupied with the other side of the road. “Yeah.”

“You killed him?”

Lot stopped and turned to look the other man in the eye. Steppenwolf could still smell the adrenaline in his system; see his muscles were tense and his pupils contracted. “Is this really the time you’ve decided to discuss this?”

“There’s something to discuss?” The coyote let the implications of the question hang in the air.

Lot just glared, smoothing back his hair, “Not unless you’ve been paid to kill me, too.”

The coyote paused, letting the tension resonate for a moment. His partner stared him strait in the eye, steady as a rock. Finally, he let himself relax, “Oh…”

It was Lot who looked away, chewing the filter of his cigarette, “I can tell you the whole sad story later, but right now, let’s just get through this bullshit.”

“It hasn’t been that bad,” Steppenwolf noted as he resettled his cape.

“Tell you what,” Lot growled, “Next time I’ll take the damned bird and you can deal with the crippling emotional issues.”

Up ahead of them the path disappeared into a grey stone cave. Just as they reached the mouth of the cave, the colours of the world around them suddenly inverted. Lot stopped, mid-stride, to stare at the pigment change and his partner, who was suddenly in the form of a coyote again. “Now what!?”

As though to answer the highly rhetorical question, a strange coyote sauntered out of the cave like the world was its own private joke. Its fur was a soft, snowy white down one side of its body, and completely black on the other. The detective watched as his partner approached the other coyote. The two sat and stared at each other, unmoving, but Lot had the feeling he was missing a sizable chunk of what was really going on.

With a sigh, he started scanning his surroundings for whatever horror he was inevitably going to end up facing this time around. As he searched, something on his chest grew warm, then hot. He cursed, clawing his shirt open and tearing the glowing white cross from over his heart. He stared at the transformed symbol, the black letters smouldering in pure white that should have been blackened metal with white engraving. Where it should have read ‘ Patience’ was the word ‘Wrath’. Sin where there should have been Virtue; Truth instead of Hope.

A peal of barking laughter shattered his confused revelry. He looked up to find the black and white Coyote laughing at him as it retreated back into the oblivion inside the cave, and his partner, once more almost human, looking concerned.

“Lot,” Steppenwolf said, stepping toward his partner as he would approach a wounded animal. “Remember, nothing here is real…” he threw a sad glance after the other Coyote. “…No matter how much we may want it to be.”

Turning back, Steppenwolf motioned to the cross in Lot’s hand, “What’s that?”

“It’s my…” the detective stopped. His what? Symbol? Religion? Connection to his family? “It’s nothing.”

The coyote studied his partner closely, catching a faint whiff of fear rolling off his skin, “We should get moving. This place is obviously having a bad effect on you.”

Lot blinked, then tucked the cross in his pocket with a sigh, “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

~~~~~~~~

Quick illustrations and story for inside Dr. D's cloak. I'm actually really fond of this one. Drawing Coyote turned out to be more fun than I thought it would be.

Previous: [link]
Next: [link]

owns Steppe, proofread, and came up with Coyote's look.
owns Dr. D.
is awesome, and runs Secret Wars!