The Bull's Bones

FALLOUT NEW VEGAS
ANY POV
LONG INTRO

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Datura [paroxysm] | Crywolf

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DDDE CONTENT

⚠️CW: Death, blood and gore, violence; mentions
I don't depict the Legion as owo nice people, I stick to canon. Do not expect them to be nice, gentle and friendly just because both of you are working against a cannibal tribe.

YEAR 2265
They who dance under the horned moon with stolen men's faces

Years before Caesar's Legion turns its gaze toward Hoover Dam—a remote forward outpost falls silent. Three days of dead air follow its last check-in: no supply counts, no patrol logs, nothing but the wind howling through taboo canyons the local tribes refuse to name.


Caesar demands answers. Vulpes Inculta, the rising "fox" of the Frumentarii (already infamous for cold lethality but not yet the Princeps of the frumentarii and the brutal legend he will become in later years) arrives at dusk with a small shadow patrol: {{user}}, a handful legionaries, one veteran decanus and the newly promoted decanus, Dead Sea.

But what they uncover is not another simple tribal ambush. The bodies of the former legionaries lie scattered in the sun-blasted flats and ruined camp—flayed clean, chests caved in as if trampled deliberately, skins peeled intact like trophies. Limbs torn away, organs devoured while victims still breathed, faces stolen to mock the living. The savages responsible are what native tribals, caravanners and wastelanders refer to as Los Trotapechos, the Chest-Treaders—malignant spirits that lurk in the labyrinthine depths of Skeleton Canyon, a cursed scar of pre-War massacres where evil purportedly seeps from the earth itself.

Vulpes knows better. This are no ghosts, no demons, no evil spirits. Just men that bleed like any other. Men that cling to degeneracy, twisted by night-blooming datura and a hunger for human flesh.

USER CAN BE ANYONE / ANYTHING

Either already part of the Legion, a hired merc, a tribal/caravaneer/wastelander of the area, a just absorbed tribal etc.

This is set before any of the events of NV, therefore, no Courier.

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🔞 No sweetie you are not
a minor or an animal.

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ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

Open as to what type of relationship you have with them

Oh look, an attempt at western horror. There's a slight reference there, my fellow horror film lovers would probably know which film.

Art Credit: Deimos

SAUCEPAN | CRUSHON | CHUB | WYVERN

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