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- Vesper - 09-30-2011 [html] Note - she's close enough so someone can see her from the borders, but not close enough for someone to freak out. Just in case I was unclear with my horrible post. ><
Vesper had been flirting with the borders. She was not suicidal, however, and she kept far enough away from the scent-markings to insure she wasn’t on the wrong side. However, even that distance—just barely in range to be able to see and smell the pack territory—was strange for the solitary coywolf. She hadn’t come this close to a pack since arriving in Nova Scotia, if the trip in the fields near Cercatori d’Arte was not to be counted. She hadn’t been able to actually see the pack lands then. Now, however, from her vantage point on the bulging roots of a large tree, she could see the suggestions of a divide. Beyond was a pack that smelled differently than the rest—the marks had been made by canines who smelled more of coyote than wolf most of the time. It made her curious, though it also brought to mind the band of yearlings she’d joined up with in her youth. She did not know about Inferni, and she did not know that the woods stretching into its territory was called the Forest of Nod. She only knew that she was close and able to smell coyotes as well as boar; a group had passed across the border only recently, though they’d since retreated into clan territory, rendering it useless to chase after them.
The female sighed, dropping soundlessly from the root onto the cushion of pine needles that covered the forest floor. Her large ears swiveled toward the border once more, blue eyes focusing intently for any form of movement, but after a few minutes she was disappointed. She turned, and all that could be seen of her was a flick of her tawny tail as she disappeared into the foliage. - Symera Villisca - 10-05-2011 [html]
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Vesper was not quite sure what she had been looking for. Perhaps staring would give her some idea who they were? Perhaps she had been waiting for a member to show themselves? She wasn’t quite aware that her staring might have been marked as suspicious, that she could have been mistaken for an enemy spy scoping out the boundaries. She might have considered it if she’d been more familiar with pack customs, but as a loner, she only knew that actually crossing the border and stealing prey was completely forbidden. A call made the coywolf turn her head sharply, her tawny fur bristling as she spotted a two-legged shape walking toward her from across the borders. The fact that this individual was younger than her didn’t really cross her mind; she was in defense mode, knowing a wrong move or word could bring down the rest of the pack on her. She had been caught—and while she firmly believed she hadn’t done anything wrong, she knew the cruelest of packs wouldn’t care for evidence. They would kill first and ask questions later. Vesper did not run away. She turned to face the younger female, a purebred coyote with a normal coat of browns and tans. There was no denying that she smelled of the pack, and so Ves adopted a respectful if not quite submissive air. Before she could find an answer for the question, the coyote went on, asking her why she was “all the way out here.” Large ears twitched, and Vesper glanced across at the borders, assuming that her “home” had to be the girl’s home. She was then asked if she was hunting stinkies, and the childish word among the miniature-adult persona the girl embodied made her nose wrinkle in amusement. “I’m not hunting anything right now, no.” What was a stinky? “I have no home,” Vesper went on. “I don’t live in your pack. I was looking at your territory, though”—she paused a moment, trying to find a valid reason—“to see if anyone was around. I wanted to ask what your group is like.” She was indeed curious about the clan, having attempted to take note of every faction within Nova Scotia. It was a lot easier to live alone if you knew your neighbors. The girl proceeded to tell her to be careful around stinkies, and while she was amused again, Vesper was careful not to look like it. She instead nodded as if filing that information away. “What do stinkies look like?” she asked, wondering what on earth the coyote was talking about. Taking a seat, she added, “Just so I know to be careful around them.” <style type="text/css"> .vespstalk b {font-weight:bold; color:#ab4a19; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:15px;} .vespstalk t {font-style:italic; color:#ab4a19; letter-spacing:1px;} .vespstalk .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:5px 10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .vespstalk p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .vespstalk {margin:0px auto; width:475px; background-color:#f1f3f2; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/6fnz0w.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: garamond, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#7d7e7d; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html]- Symera Villisca - 10-13-2011 [html]
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The girl explained that she was the only coyote in the clan—something that made Vesper prick her ears and look toward the borders again. A place for coyotes… It had to be Inferni, which a few others she’d come across had told her about. She was intrigued, but why wouldn’t there be more pure coyotes such as the perceptive runt in front of her? “Smell weird… like mixed up, almost?” she ventured, not sure if this meant the young Infernian was picking out the scent of a hybrid. The girl went on to explain that stinkies all looked different, and Vesper decided that she wasn’t talking about an animal such as a bear or boar; it was harder to distinguish non-canines from each other. She nodded as if completely understanding. “I’ll be careful, then,” she told the young coyote. “But you said you could help me hunt the stinkies?”
It would have been hypocritical for her to be uneasy around a young one who’d killed anything before. She’d started fighting around this girl’s age, after all. Few canines in the wilderness outside Nova Scotia—and even those growing up as loners within the ’Souls territories—seemed to have the luxury of an easy life. - Symera Villisca - 11-08-2011 [html]
.zero-star p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .zero-star b {color:#ffffff; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .zero-star {font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c4bfbc; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#4e293a; background-image:none; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; width:450px;} </style> [/html] - Vesper - 11-09-2011 [html] Vesper narrowed her eyes thoughtfully when she was told that she didn’t smell like a coyote. While canines relied heavily on olfactory senses as a rule, she didn’t understand the concept of someone who didn’t rely on visual or other clues as well. Ves liked to think she was more coyote than wolf (even if she was genetically half and half), though despite her slender and angular features and big ears, it was obvious that she was a hybrid. She opened her mouth, thought better of it, and nodded instead. “Like the rest of your pack, then?” she questioned lightly, glancing past her and the skull decorations at the territory. She decided against informing this coyote girl of her parentage. Saying that she was a coyote would likely confuse her, and admitting that she was part wolf—or stinky, she realized—might be disastrous. She had no doubt she could take on the runty pup if she got violent, but it wouldn’t make a good impression on the rest of her comrades.
She smirked faintly as the young luperci confirmed that stinkies weren’t difficult prey. “Do you smell any now?” Vesper asked, glancing back into the forest where she’d been lurking. “I could help you if one gets close. Right now, though, I need to go easy.” She turned to display the leg that had been bitten by the bear; it wasn’t a debilitating wound, but she knew that bouncing around on that limb wouldn’t help it heal. “Maybe we could look for them, and you can get your friends or family to hunt them,” she suggested. She wasn’t prejudiced against wolves, but if there were anti-coyote ones lurking, it would probably be safer to let Inferni take care of them. - Symera Villisca - 11-28-2011 [html]
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