Post by Tex Attwater on Oct 29, 2022 14:28:08 GMT
'This phase is going to fly by if you can just hold on, it won't be like this for long.' ~ Darius Rucker
Tales of The Truthteller: #001
Starring : Texaco 'Tex' Attwater, Scout, and Unknown NPC
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Starring : Texaco 'Tex' Attwater, Scout, and Unknown NPC
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The evening had settled as the flicker of the orange flames and the scent of burned wood gathered up in the midst of the air, dancing dangerously among one another all while giving off a warmth that seemed to invite one to sit close to it but also let out the warning that if one got too close, that same inviting flame could easily whip itself towards you and leave a burn. However the fire is only around to help set the ambience as the smell of the slowly burning wood helped to settle nerves for telling the story, speaking the tale was always stomach pulling. He had done it before for Texaco Attwater was no stranger to tales of truths and sometimes lies but every person who chose to gather around the fire and hear it was different, each story had to be interesting enough but not too lingering.
Tex leaned over and picked up the old, worn leather journal carefully as the binding of the book was barely held together as he slowly opened it, using the light from the fire to allow his eyes to read the words messily scribbled along the unlined paper but still he spoke as his eyes roamed the sentences. 'Lifetimes scatter like big brimmed hats on a windy day, but each one is different. Each lifetime is a way of learning to do it all over again and tonight's story is no different,' he said as he turned the page carefully to the next. Still stained, still worn and still so gentle to the fingers touch that a press of a finger too hard and the story would crumple before it began.
'This lifetime I find myself, not a slinger of the 1800's but a man of the year 2022, sitting around the fire, only with a destination. For no longer am I the lonely tumbleweed rolling in the lonely dessert which feels nice.' As he spoke the words 'seemed' to fill the pages of the journal as his hand moved in the motions of writing. 'Fear not though, I have found where this, where the tales that will become known of those about The Texas Truthteller shall began for in this lifetime, I have put my pistols down and picked up my hands, though I lack experience I shall be a wrestler.' He paused as the sounds of the crackling fire took a second to become the loudest sound outside. There seemed to be something eerily mysterious about the snap, crackle and pop of thoughts and stories. Something enticing about being so tempted by the heat as Tex leaned just a little closer and took in the scent of the burning wood, exhaling a deep breath in rhythmic tones so as not to choke himself.
His larger than average hands placed a tight grasp on the journal pages as a means of security as he needed a moment to just let the scents take him away. Our senses, things we learn to use at such an early age but we somehow always manage to use out of neglect are somehow a way to enhance not only our lives but our stories, says Tex not for sake of pulling on the spurs of anyone else's boots and causing a duel but simply from his own experiences. For his senses had already played among his story, smell and touch were especially strong at the moment and he was thriving in those as he sat back down as the third and fourth came into play, sight and hearing. Eyes ahead, not only on the fire but ahead of the people he would meet when it became official. Hearing always active for his ears needed much more use than just being huge among the space of his head, listening to what he imagined would be big crowds, much bigger than any he had dealt with in past lifetimes.
'None the less, I shall prepare myself. Shine everything nicely and roll with the punches, for I think that is the best way. One battle at a time, each person more than likely intimidating me with more skill but hardly any with a size advantage such as I have.' Just as Tex was speaking, he heard the splash of water come down to douse the fire, as the water splashed on him and barely hit his journal but soaked his face as he turned and put the journal in his knapsack. 'Hey!' Tex said. 'I tasted that water and it tasted terrible.' Taste, ugh. The man shrugged and walked off as Tex sighed. 'You have a good night too,' he said as he finally pulled himself up and gathered his knapsack as the full figure of Tex could be seen. Decent build, no skills but a heart of sweet proportions, as Tex turned, revealing the deep blue and gold lining shawl that covered the right side of his upper body as he checked back to make sure that the fire was out completely and nodded his head as he made his way around the corner as his ears peaked up once more hearing the soft, but unpleased neigh as he made his way around and spoke.
'Apologies Scout,' he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few sugar cubes. 'I got to find somewhere to place you, don't think those arenas would be a good fit.' The cocoa shimmered coat of the stallion ruffled a bit as Tex gave Scout an approved pat as the two began to walk. 'Don't worry bud, there will be all the sugar cubes and apples you can hold. It is not before you see I have a plan. Well the start of a plan and the rest will work itself out,' Tex said as they continued to walk and he carefully removed his shawl and used it to cover Scout. 'You and I, we have seen so much but no one has ever seen it all. Besides you are my best bud so as long as I got you, the tales will always come.' Texaco was layered more than a five layer burrito due to his mindset. Like everyone else, the winds of fate had whistled on him many times and shown him different things, but each version, each chance he had Scout.
'I can feel your doubt Scout and yes,' he said as he turned to the horse. 'I see those eyes that you keep doubting me with, but would I ever put you somewhere dangerous? Negative Scout.' It was different, the bond between a person and their pet as opposed to the bond between two people. 'So what you say Scout? Feeling good about this?' Scout deliciously licked at his sugar cubes and let out on more neigh, this time the sound much more delightful. 'Me too, buddy, me too.'
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