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- Kaena Lykoi - 08-11-2010 [html]
Hrnnngh. 325 Every inch of the silver-shaded coyote ached, and yet she had dragged herself out of the cave in the night for necessity. She had to move, and though her step was slow, the old woman was regaining her strength. It was happening slower than it would have in her younger years; she might have already been up and moving days ago, but the week after the attack had been rather touch and go. She had slept through most of it, and the silver-shaded coyote remembered little of it. There was a stranger, a wolf from Phoenix Valley—she remembered this clearly, though she could not yet recall his name. Kaena owed her life to him, she had begrudgingly realized. It was not the first time the Centurion had owed her ability to breathe to a wolf; she should have been used to such a thing by now, but alas, she was not. It simply did not sit well with her, though she figured wolves were unlikely to consider their debts good to a coyote. Had the silver-shaded woman less value for her life at this point, she would not have cared, and she would not have been good for such a promise—now she had something for which to live, and part of that was peace. He was gone, for now—he had not been buried, rather dismembered, and he was gone. The coyote woman did not profess to know what awaited her beyond this life, and so she could not certainly say whether he was gone for good. He might await her on the other side, a demon lurking and awaiting his turn. He would not be the only one, then—there were others with debts on her that were nearly a decade old, she realized with a slow smile, moving slowly to nowhere in particular. Though it pained her, she needed the reassurance that her muscles still operated as they were supposed to. <style type="text/css"> .kae-hellonearth b{font-weight:bold; color:#ABB6D2; letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .kae-hellonearth p{text-indent:25px; padding:0px 10px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .kae-hellonearth {width:400px; background-color:#404F70; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_hellonearth1.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px dotted #000000; padding: 190px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#8D97B0; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 08-16-2010 [html] WC: 711.
It was still dark, though it would not be long until the sun reared its ugly head. The sky, in all its blackened glory, was already beginning to surrender to the many shades of gold, pink and red. Daybreak would soon sweep over the landscape like a plague, and reveal all the ugliness of the world for another day. A humid sweat swallowed everything, the trees almost appearing to melt in the heat of it all, shade a kind beast when it could be found. As the shadows began to shrink, shade a lesser pleasure to that of the morning sun, there was a strange trail over the dirt and sand of the Inferni borders. Blood… A small trail of droplets had begun to dry, lumps forming as it had seemed to fuse itself to the ground. Though, as they had seemed to get closer and closer to the borders, the droplets had increased in size, and the sparsely placed trees bore the marks of injury – nails had been drawn down their barks, as though someone seeking their strength, and smears of crimson painted their skins in smudges – there had been pain around here today, a lot of it, yet for those not looking, the receiver of such, would not be seen. .lucia b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lucia .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#808000; padding-top:325px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .lucia p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #5c7628} .lucia {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... l/lcpt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 08-23-2010 [html] Word Count :: 385 The borders needed attending to, the hybrid thought in her half-dazed madness. The coyote woman was still hurting to hell, and she could have taken the evening off—even so, she was beginning to heal, and this was an excuse for her to push her body. She believed movement would heal her quicker, the backwards and old beliefs of a canine raised far before basic medical advice had made itself common. Now, most canines knew rest was better that exertion, and most canines knew that salt water soaks were next to useless. Even so, the silver-shaded woman had lived this long by her principles, and she was not one that was easy to change. A sound shattered the relative quiet, and the hybrid's ears, one perfect and still intact, the other tattered and torn, rolled toward the source, her single golden-yellow eye narrowing in suspicion. It was a sound of pain, the coyote recognized that much—heading forward at as quick a pace as her injuries would allow, she soon caught the distinctive scent of blood on the air. This hurried her more, and she dragged her injured leg a bit, stumbling over a branch as she went, catching herself before falling. A grumble emanated from the woman's throat, but she hardly paused to consider herself; the scent of blood was rather thick now, and she had identified the one beneath it. Why was Lucia hurt? The hybrid woman did not think anyone in Inferni would be stupid enough to attack her—she could always be proven wrong, however, and the leadership's retribution would be swift—she would be sure of that. Wolf or not, Lucia was a member of the clan, and she would be treated as such—the silver-shaded coyote would punish anyone who acted with any other intentions, no doubt. Gabriel was an honorable man, and the hybrid woman knew him damn well enough to know he felt the same—if he had accepted the sable-shaded wolf to Inferni, he thought her deserving of their protection and companionship. Heading forward, the hybrid finally saw the woman, sprawled across the ground. She was unshifted from the fight, still in her hulking Secui form—shifting would be impossible until she was more healed. “Lucia,” the coyote called, her voice gruff and thick with worry. .sie-blanktext { font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: justify; margin:0px 25px; } .sie-blanktext .ooc { font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; } .sie-blanktext .divider { border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin-bottom:10px; } .sie-blanktext p { text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px; } .sie-blanktext b { letter-spacing:1px; } </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 08-23-2010 [html] WC: 573.
Minutes felt like hours. Each whistling bird song blended in with the next, and there was little recognition of the world around her. Lucia, still only half conscious, could not even tell whose scent had wafted into her nostrils. All she knew was that she prayed it wasn’t Daisuke coming to finish the job, although some remote wrinkle in her brain whispered quietly, reminding her that she had made it to the borders, and if he were to attack now, it would be a death sentence. Even Snake would not be able to save him from that. .l b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .l .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#808000; padding-top:250px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .l p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #5c7628} .l {margin:0 auto; width:350px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... iel/lt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 08-25-2010 [html] The form of the sable outsider was sprawled, bleeding, torn in places. If Kaena had missed the slight rise and fall of the woman's chest, she might have thought Lucia was dead. The coppery smell of blood was too thick in the air for the scarred Centurion to scent a culprit; but such things were not quite so important now. She had to help Lucia first—later she could punish the wrongdoers responsible for this. Stepping forward, the coyote leaned in, whispering the other woman's name with increasing volume. “Lucia. Lucia? Lucia!” At long last, there was a stirring from the sable woman, her eyelids fluttering back to expose eyes an unearthly shade of toxic green. She was disoriented and beat to shit, but already the wolf inquired about the Centurion. “Don't worry about me,” she said, sounding far more gruff than she had intended. The scarred coyote smiled faintly in apology for her momentary sharpness. “We'll take care of you first before we worry about me,” she added, trying to comfort the woman with kind words and gestures. The last thing either of them needed was for Lucia to struggle or fight; this looked quite bad as it was, and the scarred woman did not want the situation to escalate any further. “Can you move? Walk?” the hybrid asked. “Don't try yet, just answer,” the coyote added quickly, not wanting for Lucia to try to move too quickly. Her single eye roved over the outsider's injuries once again, wondering who might have done such a thing. .sie-blanktext { font-family:georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: justify; margin:0px 25px; } .sie-blanktext .ooc { font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; } .sie-blanktext .divider { border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin-bottom:10px; } .sie-blanktext p { text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px; } .sie-blanktext b { letter-spacing:1px; } </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 09-01-2010 [html] WC: 643.
She had heard the words, though they were distorted – cracked and thin in her auds, as her skull throbbed. She could feel the bruising around her jaw line; she could taste the sweet copper of her own blood. Daisuke had shown pure rage in his attack, though for some reason or another, had chosen to spare her. Whether it was purely to keep Snake in his life, or to just enjoy finishing her off at a later date, Lucia wasn’t sure. Either way, she was thankful for the small mercy, but was certain she would not show as much when they met again, as she was sure they would. - Kaena Lykoi - 09-07-2010 [html] 360 The coyote woman did not know what to do. She was no healer; she possessed no magical skill which would heal Lucia's wounds and mend her bloodied flesh. As the woman tried to tell Kaena she was alright, the hybrid made a stern face, circling around her once more in an attempt to assess the full extent of the damage. Her golden-yellow eye was wide with fright and fear; whoever had done this might still be lurking nearby, and what use was this pair of lame women, both battered beyond recognition? “No you're not,” the hybrid woman said, this time stern and intending to sound it—it was easy enough for the sable woman to agree after a moment. The silver-shaded coyote did not wish for Lucia to die here. She was still a member of Inferni, wolf or not, and the hybrid woman was not only bound by duty, she owed it to Snake. He had saved Vieira from certain doom, though maybe by now the girl was nothing more than a pile of bones in the woods herself. Kaena did not know how the pale canine would survive in the open wilderness, but she hoped Vieira would anyway. “Who?” the hybrid asked, recieving no immediate response; Lucia seemed distant, her eyes filling with a brilliant yellow-green flame. Kaena did not fear for herself; she did not think Lucia would attack, but it was still disconcerting, to say the least, to see such a thing in the woman's face. Her ears pricked upwards at the woman's words, not recognizing the name; her single eye searched the other canine's face and gestures for clues, even inhaling once more to try and catch a scent—still, the only thing left in the air was blood. “We should call Snake now,” the hybrid said gently as Lucia returned, refraining from comment, trying not to push and pry. When Lucia was ready to speak the name of the culprit, she would. “I don't know what else to do but that,” the Centurion admitted. She did not know how to stop the bleeding, and Snake would be able to provide proper care for Lucia. table by kahilli
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It would appear that her attempt to pretend everything was okay had failed. Kaena had seen right through it, the words escaping the coyote’s mouth causing Lucia to wince, tail flicking uncomfortably beneath her. Her ears curled back against her head momentarily, as though resembling a daughter being scolded, and those emerald coals stared shamefully at the blood-spotted earth. Though a strange reaction, it was not unexpected. Lucia had little link with the memory of her family, and even less respect for it – she had watched her mother die at the paws of her father, and she had slain her father in cold blood. She supposed, for whatever reason, Kaena resembled a glimmer of what a mother should be like – the first friendly face Lucia had stumbled upon when she had sought to join Inferni, and the only one to understand fully why she had done such things. She understood Lucia, unlike the majority, and so, the ebony wolf found comfort in the Centurion’s presence, a small spark of admiration forming in that very moment, as Lucia lay there, bleeding and bruised, watched over by the very woman who had helped her join the pack in the first place. .lg b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lg .ooc { font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding-top:275px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .lg p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color: #5c7628} .lg {margin:0 auto; width:359px; background-color:#383f2e; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... el/tlg.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 50px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#0F475F; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 10-15-2010 [html] Hrmm. Snake is on NPC status for now; we could freeze the thread for now or go back and forth with these two a little bit? :< Not sure, whatever you'd like to do. :> Maybe Alex would be alright with us PPing Snake? Iunno, I'll ask her if you want~ For what motherly love the silver-shaded hybrid had been shown in her lifetime, she should not have been anything near a good mother. The woman who had given birth to her had done nothing but abuse her and her siblings—Kaena was the lucky one, the only one to survive that. After Delphine's death, however, there was only more torment awaiting her under the hand of her father's new woman, Sabryne. Kaena's mutt blood was a sin, an abomination, something ugly and black and terrible—whatever words Sabryne could use to hurt, she did. For her failures as a mother, the silver-shaded hybrid had never been anything close to abusive. She had nearly killed Kerberos and Maeryn with neglect, but she had seen her failure in that, and she had deposited them somewhere she thought would keep them safe. Maeryn had disobeyed this, and the daughter's choice to follow her very mother had ended her. There was sudden panic in the sable woman, and the silvery hybrid nearly drew back, recoiling in fear of being struck or bitten in the furious moments of confusion accompanying such grievous trauma. She did not, however, and remained firmly planted beside Lucia, working her hand over the woman's own hand after assuring it was free of injury, clasping onto it. “It's okay, calm down. Daisuke: Snake will know him, or you'll remember, or we'll track him down,” the hybrid said, trying to reassure the sable-shaded woman from her anxiousness. Tracking him down was not as important as getting the Outsider care, however—the ash-hued coyote was smart enough to know that. “I don't think so,” the coyote said, her own features twisting with confusion. She would have remembered such a story, she thought, but in the panic of the moment the hybrid was not certain. Her own thoughts were panicky and strained. Though the silver-furred woman might have grown impatient, she reigned in her impulses and forced a strained smile, shaking her head. “No. You didn't do anything to deserve this,” the coyote said, certain of that. Lucia was nothing but polite and generous; their initial meeting on the western edge of Inferni stuck prominently in the silver-furred coyote's mind. “This isn't your fault. He wouldn't,” the hybrid said, stiffly moving to tuck her arm around Lucia. She was hurting herself, but they had to move from here, at the very least—staying so close to the border with two hurt women was asking for trouble, whether the devil Haku was extinguished or not. With this new attacker out there, they could not afford to be lax in vigilance. Gritting her teeth, the hybrid moved to prop Lucia up, when she ceased moving. Something she herself said had struck her. Not her fault. None of this was Lucia's fault. It had not been any failure on the sable-shaded woman's part to fail in vigilance; it had not been any poor judgment on her part for leaving the coyote clan's territory. She was, after all, a wolf—she could easily return to wolf society at any time; Inferni-smelling or not, some of the packs would have taken her as she was. The madness of her attacker had struck seemingly at random, but here he was, motivated by some desire to be with or have Snake for himself. Could the same be said for her and Haku? Word Count: 561
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