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- Kaena Lykoi - 08-20-2009
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_skulls.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> This is backdated about a month, to July 20. D: Sorry. Happens after this thread. Kae needs healingz. XD OOC Ending: Kaena moves a bit and grumbles something unintelligible, and Gabriel and Jezebel carry her off to the caves and fix her up as best they can! (And this is only here because unless I add it I will have no idea how it ended! XD) Though it had seemed the Veritas had taken only a short jaunt outside of coyote territory, the walk back was excruciating. There were several wounds marring her body, the most severe of which was certainly the chunk of flesh missing from her neck, just above her shoulder blade. It was the place where her mane was the thinnest, and that devil-wolf had taken her very meat from her bones and devoured it. The hybrid woman's snarl was not of anger now, but simple pain—she staggered through the woods with her head waving from side to side. The coyote was close to losing consciousness, but she pressed onward, intent on collapsing inside of Inferni's borders if it was anywhere. The hybrid woman saw before her the gleaming skulls, doubled and tripled and dancing before her wavering vision. A soft whine escaped her throat, and a flooding sense of relief filled her. She did not remember the last however long it had been—that thing had taken over inside of her. It had felt like hours between the time her teeth had hurtled at that wolf again and when she came to, but in reality it had been less than five minutes. The chocolate-cream body before her had spoken volumes, however, and the coyote woman did not need to question him. It was the dark thing inside of her which had saved her, this time—resurfacing from deep within the hybrid woman to protect her life instead of shatter pieces of it. Heavy paws plodded over the territory's border, the rain beginning to clear. It had washed most of the red from her fur, but even still it leaked, oozing slowly from her neck and cheek most prominently. Frothy pink covered her mouth and muzzle, and her tongue lolled, allowing the remnants of the cooling drizzle to fall on it. Home, she thought, a simple, single word the last thing in her consciousness before it swirled away from her, swallowed by the gray rim around her vision. The coyote fell slowly, crumbling to her belly rather than falling on either side. Her forepaws stretched in front of her, and her legs were splayed to the side. It was clear the coyote hybrid was simply not resting, her roan muzzle outstretched and pointed toward the heart of Inferni territory. |
- Jezebel - 08-20-2009
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Most of Jezebel's day was spent in Gabriel's cave, using its warmth and refuge from the rain as he went about his business as Aquila. She could not say herself she had much to do, at least not yet while it rained and rendered one of her most cherished senses almost useless. She was a Praeses; a spy or a scout, though she had been doing more of the latter of the two since she saw no need in getting to close to wolf borders to snoop around unless necessary. Jezebel had in fact not really found a place within the pack where she could help the most. She was skilled with making poisons and healing--which she supposed would be good for everyday use, at least the latter, and would be something she could teach others if they so wished to learn--interrogation and spying were also amongst her skills but only truly useful during times of high tension or even war. Inferni face neither, even though there was always tension between them and most of the surrounding packs. So she spent her days catching up with Gabriel, getting to know him just a little better, and exploring as much as she could so soon she would be able to mesmerize the land in such a way that she could draw by hand with her eyes closed. In fact she had been thinking about finding some supplies and drawing a map, not entirely sure if there was one already in existence, but finding that such a goal would keep her very busy the next few months.
As Jezebel pondered these things, curled up in her Lupus form and drifting in and out of consciousness, the rain slowed to a drizzle then finally stopped. Cloud's parted, allowing the sun to peek through and warm the freshly bathed lands. Blinking sleep from her crimson eyes the ashen woman stood and stretched, finally ready to start her day even if she was late in doing so. She left the caverns and unconsciously began wandering East, towards the beginnings of the forest and gruesomely marked borders. At first she sensed nothing was amiss or wrong, not bothering to shift into her preferred Optime form, remaining low to the ground where she could pick over the ever changing terrain more expertly and scent things that normally wouldn't get carried by a breeze but would leave a distinct spore amongst the earth and trees. She wondered for a time if she should search out some herbs to start a collection she so desperately needed and absently looked about as she walked amongst the trees. When she reached the skull-marked borders she walked along them for a time before heading back, having not yet found a fresh scent that might belong to Gabriel for she had secretly wished to run into him all along.
Instead as she made her slow retreat back into the territory the sharp and alarming scent of blood flooded her sensitive nostrils, causing the petite woman to pause and tense almost audibly as she pricked each ear forward and continued to slowly scent the air then the ground before her. The scent mingled with the blood slowly but surely started to become familiar as she started to walk once more, though it wasn't Gabriel's as she had first thought and feared, it was another familiar scent that caused her heart to beat doubly fast and thread concern across her features. “Kaena!” Jezebel yelled as her pace quickened and the older, graying hybrid came into view, nearly reaching a flat out run by the time she staggered to a stop beside the bloodied and bruised woman who was in her Secui form, a form Jezebel knew Kaena would not don normally, a form most Luperci used for battle.
Not even taking time to pause and catch her breath Jezebel looked over the damage, surprised the woman had not bled dry yet, assuming the rain had helped in some manner at cleaning the wound and temporarily slowing its flow. Blood still continued to flow at various wounds though and Jezebel quickly licked her paw clean before placing her paw upon most of the mess, applying pressure to slow and hopefully stop the bleeding. As she did a meek whine slowly tried to seep up her vocal chords and out through her clenched teeth, though she swallowed it back, licking the older Kaena's face to see if she might gain consciousness as she slowly shifted from her Lupus form to her Optime. It was a smooth flow of bones and muscle, an easy change do to the pressing nature and extra adrenaline flowing through her veins. Jezebel was now able to press more firmly upon the worst of the wounds with a hand, and paused from the rough frantic cleaning of the older woman's face to place two fingers beneath her leg, looking for a pulse, pleading silently that there was one.
And magically after a few seconds of searching for the beating of Kaena's heart there it was, faint but steady, conserving its energy as blood flowed elsewhere. “Wake up Kaena, wake up!” Jezebel urged, before turning her attention back to the damage done. Someone would pay.
- Kaena Lykoi - 08-20-2009
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_jaws.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:221px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> The first three paragraphs are flashblack/dreams. ^_^ ♥ for replying. The coyote was young again, whole—she walked along the old beach with her head held high. She did not yet possess the crown of Inferni—but then again, her happiest moments were in no way connected to leadership of the coyote clan. No, this was long before the word "Aquila" had ever even passed her lips. There were children surrounding her, all eight of them. This was when they were very young, before Baneesh died and Gabriel left, before Ikatha was killed. They were still ungainly and small, flipping over each other and tumbling here and there in the sand. Their tiny paws weren't made to walk on sand, but even then, Kaena had known these small things would make them stronger. The hybrid woman continued on this way for a moment, her children bunched tightly around her feet. Several feet in front of them, there he was—the golden-furred man with those blood-red eyes. He was dead now, yes, but for those moments of black unconsciousness, he was still alive and whole. The children surged forward in front of her, all of them barreling toward Ahren in one stumbling, awkward heap. A chorus of happy yips and yowls rang out from the puppies as they saw their father, and the hybrid woman smiled, halting a few feet in front of him. The sand was hot beneath her feet, the ocean raging just behind her. The salty breeze licked at her fur and tousled it this way and that. Once the initial excitement of seeing Father had worn off, the children broke off into groups, a few of them play-wrestling while others explored. Even as the grizzled hybrid stalked to Ahren's side and sat next to him, her single golden eye roved over all of the children again and again, silently and swiftly counting eight heads, as if to cease counting would make one of them disappear. Though she was nearing five years old, Kaena Lykoi was still a young mother. There was much she had to learn about caring for children, and that had given her to over-protectiveness and paranoia. The gray-furred woman settled down by Ahren's side, both of them silent and content to simply watch as their children played and romped. There was a deep, contented sigh from the hybrid woman, and she leaned closer to him, pressing her head against his body, nuzzling her nose up to his cold skin. Cold? Her scarred head jerked back, and there was nothing in his place. Her children were gone, and so was the greenery and wonder of life surrounding their territory—burned to ash and nothing by the fire. Fear gripped the coyote in an instant, and she dashed forward, looking wildly for her children and Ahren. There was nothing, just the charred remnants of what once was. There was warmth against her cheek, and cool over her body, as if it was raining. The coyote stirred, feeling as lethargic as if she had just slept for days. There were hands on her, somewhere, pressing painfully against her neck. A snarl of sallow teeth showed momentarily as the coyote turned in half-consciousness on her attacker, her head falling to the ground only halfway into striking whoever or whatever was near her. There was pain, and it was all that registered on the hybrid's mind. Her conscious had failed her again, however, and as soon as she had stirred and lifted her head she was gone again, drifting off. This time, there were no dreams, just darkness. There was a voice, faintly calling her name—pulling her back from the other side steadily. Her eagle's eye flared open, darting around and searching for that chocolate wolf again. Instead of baby blues, the coyote saw only familiar red, blinking rapidly as she focused. Memory and consciousness flew back into her head in a moment, and the coyote knew it was Jezebel. She was safe now—there was only a soft whine from her throat, wordless thanks for the woman who had found her here. |
- Gabriel de le Poer - 08-21-2009
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Gabriel often slept at peculiar times. Most often it was early in the morning, when others were just rising. He rarely slept longer then a few hours at most; no longer because of the nightmares, but instead due to paranoia. The borders needed constant patrol, and he made a point to circle them several times a day. Luckily, now that Inferni boasted a near full-adult membership, he was not alone in doing so. This did not change his sleep pattern, nor his need to mark and remark what was his, but it helped. He was sleeping now, curled up in the dark part of the den that was his own, smelling the dry grass and rain. If he had been dreaming, he did not remember it. What he did remember was the sudden terrible jolt that had raced through his body, causing him to leap to his feet snarling. It startled him enough that he remained staring ahead blindly, tail all brush-bottle and fur on end. There was no reason for such a thing to have happened, but it had. As his vision returned, Gabriel grunted and moved forward. While he no doubt could have gone back to sleep, his blood warned him against such a thing. The reasoning for this was not understood until he began the descent towards the borders. Cool air rushed into his muzzle, bringing the scent of rain-water, damp earth, and…blood. Gabriel’s eyes widened, flashed in the dimming sunlight, and he began to run. He ran not simply because of the scent, but because a terrible instinct was screaming for him to do so. Something was wrong. Something had to be wrong because he could hear an urgent whisper, one that he identified with a dead man. That voice had not spoken to him in months. Though it did not tell him anything for certain, it told him enough. That was when he found them. Jezebel, urgently tending to the nearly immobile and terribly wounded form of his mother. In one terrible moment Gabriel’s body set itself in motion—his eyes turned into fire, his fur became a living thing and stood on end, and his face warped into a grotesque gargoyle’s mask. As he advanced, the scent explained everything. Haku. Of all the things he did not expect, it was that. Twin instincts tore at the Aquila; one demanded he go to Dahlia, and the other told him to deal with the matter at hand. Of these two, the latter was the stronger. His body lowered itself next to the gray coyote, and he nudged her gently with his dark muzzle. “Mom? Mom can you hear me?” He had not called her that since he was a boy. The desperation in that tone belonged to a child, one who refused to lose the only parent he had left. Haku had taken more from him then anyone else, and Gabriel refused to let him kill another Inferni member. The demon would breathe his last if Kaena had not ripped his throat out. |