#san pedro martir coyote

[packpack-killkill]

San Pedro Martir Coyote | Andrea Carpio

[blackbackedjackal]

San Pedro Martir coyote (Canis latrans clepticus) by trailblazr

[dykeyote]

umm this wont make sense to most of the tumbers. but can u coyote damionemaxie

OOOO NOW THIS IS A PONDERSOME ONE . LEMME THINK ....

damian is a san pedro martir coyote THANK UF OR UR INPUT ON THIS . I STRUGGLED

maxie is an eastern coyote i think ..... hes very wolf coded . same images i used on urs hehe (:

and one . i thought about one for a WHILE . its hard bc shes so deer coded that its hard to assign her a coyote ..... but im settling on a tiburón island coyote (:

[squigglywindy]

*sprinkles you in... coyotes*

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*cackles in coyotes are the best there are 19 coyote subtypes allow me to recite them for you Mexican coyote, San Pedro Martir coyote, El Salvador coyote, southeastern coyote, Belize coyote, Honduras coyote, Durango coyote, northern coyote, Tiburón Island coyote, plains coyote, mountain coyote, Mearns' coyote, Lower Rio Grande coyote, California valley coyote, peninsula coyote, Texas plains coyote, northeastern coyote, northwest coast coyote, Colima coyote*

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Ooooh cool! We have a melanated coyote that lives in our woods we catch her on the trail cams sometimes it’s pretty cool

[redfire-blackash-whitegold]

Coyote

No one knows when the Fakes first became associated with coyotes. It happened naturally, organically. Maybe it was something about them that reminded people of the fierce pack animals, the fervent loyalty, the way they attacked prey far bigger than themselves, the tricky nature that drew the line between bravery and cowardice. Maybe it was all those nights, when the desert heat couldn’t be quelled by the darkness, when sirens howled, and coyotes howled along with them, voices mixing with artificial sounds to the point where it became hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Those nights that surely meant the Fakes were about. 

The Fakes had long been associated with animals, wolves and bears and lions and bulls. There was something about them that seemed rabid, and primal. It was in the way they craved blood, in the way they could smell fear. Times when Michael got so caught up in his rage that angry words turned into a wordless roar. Times when Lindsay hunted and stalked her prey all night just for the opportunity to destroy something for just a few minutes. It was in the way the Fakes could communicate without talking, how just a head nod could mean “kill” and a smile could mean “get ready.” How they liked to encircle their prey. 

But while the association with other animals came and went, the association with coyotes stuck around. 

It did fit in a lot of ways. Coyotes were solitary, familial, worked well all together, in pairs, alone. Los Santos had a tendency to see coyotes as scavengers, but they were hunters, predators that preferred fresh meat but took what they could get. There was something about that animalistic ferocity that fit the Fakes to a tee, the way they fought, the way they played with their food. They were adaptable and intelligent, dishonourable survivalists that did anything to stay alive, to protect each other.

It didn’t exactly hurt this new association that there were rumours, growing tales of coyotes seen downtown in the middle of the day. And it especially didn’t hurt that these odd tales had a tendency to line up with each other, with the same coyotes being mentioned again and again. 

A red-furred Texas plains coyote, with its elegant build and softer features. It had an almost domestic look that had lured concerned pet owners in before they realized what a predator it really was. Upon closer inspection, it was usually sighted in the middle of a bloody meal.

A Peninsula coyote, with darker fur and a light grey facial mask, wild eyes that always seemed to be searching, for enemies, for prey, for the next hunt, and was only ever seen near the scene of a crime, given a robbery, an arson, or a murder. 

A Colima coyote, with fur the colours of silver and gold and a slender frame, some people said it looked noble and soft, others said it looked scrawny and skittish. It was usually seen in back alleys or along roads, busy trying to get from one place to another. 

An Eastern coyote, with fuzzy fuzzy brown-red fur, that was larger and, on the surface, fiercer than any of the others. It had a perpetual look of anger, brown eyes hot with rage and fur puffed up even fuller than normal. It was rarely sighted on its own, always seemed to be around one of the other coyotes in times of need.

A San Pedro Martir coyote, with orange fur and a shit eating grin, that always seemed jumpy and excitable, and that was only ever seen around bars and the nightlife, and only ever in the early morning before the dawn, when the last of the drinkers were filtering home.

And there was one more, rumoured to exist, a Simple Plains coyote, with no defining features aside from the fact that it, it is rumoured, has only ever been seen on rooftops of skyscrapers, deep downtown where coyotes are almost never seen.

Older, native religions of the area spoke of a trickster, a skin walker. A Mystical being that were both man and coyote, who would move between the two forms as easily as moving from water onto land. This trickster was defiant, creative, neither quite good or bad. He brought work and humour, knowledge and suffering. Coyote was clever, cunning, guile. He brought death to the world, the great equalizer, necessary and important. He brought fire to the people, for warmth and cooking, but also for bombs and burning evidence. 

But of course, there were more than just one Coyote now. The others were said to be his creations, imperfect copies with their own brands of creativity, of powerful trickery. Some were deceptive, others, forthright and brutal. They laid traps, spewed lies, got in fights, killed and stole as they wished, and always, always won. At least, if you believe in that sort of thing.

[7sp1r1t]

I’ll probably end up going out to Hawaii as well but for now I’m just going to keep it at these and get this ball rolling sooner than later

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