and all the wounds are reopening again.

Kaena Lykoi · 03-13-2010, 04:42 PM

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OOC: Backdated to March 04, prior to the war threads. :o ((475))

In the recent days, the silver-furred hybrid had stepped up the border patrols even beyond the feverish pace they had already been. Since three of their newest members were murdered on the borders, the clan had been beyond alerted. Dahlia de Mai had struck; they would strike again soon. Already the coyotes were mobilizing to hit first—whispers of revenge had been on the wind for the past week, ever since those bodies had been discovered. They would wait, though—Inferni was content enough to remain dormant for the moment and allow Dahlia de Mai to believe they were safe for the moment. There would be no sneaking surprise attacks in this war; both sides were fully aware of the other, and both knew what the opposition was capable of doing.

The silver-furred woman wanted her own vengeance; for her this was far beyond what it was for the other coyotes. They knew their Centurion had been attacked, they knew some of their clanmates had died—but they did not know the full extent of the damage that Haku Soul had caused. They could not possibly see the festering wound beneath the scar tissue of the silver-furred woman, and those she had chosen to share it with were few and far between. Some of her children knew; some did not. It did not matter—she did not need to tell each individually. The news would spread among them and beyond, she was sure—such things were nearly impossible to prevent, and since telling Gabriel, she had known that would happen. It made her feel pathetic and weak, certainly—to have her own most fatal attack and weakness broadcast throughout the clan—but it was too late. And anyway, she felt better now. At least she had Inferni to guard her, at least she had her family to protect her. At least they saw the tip of the iceberg now.

The Dampwoods were quiet this afternoon. The air was cold, but not quite cold enough for snow—though patchy gray-white clouds floated above to obscure the brightness of the sun, it would not snow. It was too warm for that. Tonight they might even have rain; the hybrid lifted her single yellow eye to the sky, studying it absently. She could no more predict the weather than a weatherman could, but canines were more attuned to the natural world, and they were far better at sensing the signals of changing weather. The air was rather dead; only a slight breeze coursed through the forest, carrying various scents toward Kaena. Some were vaguely familiar, though she could never place a name to the scents she picked up. The silver-furred hybrid had been alive a long time, and she had known more canines than she liked to think about sometimes. Most of them were probably dead by now.

Table thanks to Ithen!

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