name—niobe lykoi
birthdate—may 13 2008
luperci—yes
species—wolf/coyote hybrid
gender—female
contact—roanbird [aim]
A grand mountain cut through the land, dividing the conquered from the conquerable. On one side lay charred territory only beginning to be reclaimed by nature, and the other held the heavy perfume of coyote habitation. It was an unusual fragrance, given the typical lone nature of 'yotes, but it was what drew from the broken side the form of a strong Luperci woman. That, and the alluring sunset over the water, though it was a romantic thought for only a moment, for she was not prone to them.
She walked with a confident swagger, her hips swaying to her own rhythm as her lengthy legs covered the ground in elegant strides. Her hair, white as the snow despite her dark fur, flowed behind her like a waterfall. Niobe, she was called—she was cunning and beautiful, but had few friends. She trusted nobody, and nobody trusted her. In that way, she was not necessarily a welcome sight, despite the keen glint in her eyes. To Inferni members who had been present at the burial of Andrezej Lykoi, she appeared much like a ghost from the past—but that, she was not.
She knew nothing of the clan that made its home here. As she stepped boldly up to the line (a boundary evidenced only by skulls on sticks, a petty display of dominance she was sure would never keep out someone like her, though for unnamed reasons she did draw to a halt) between what appeared to be a grassland and the edge of the mountains she had descended from, she allowed herself a moment of delicious scrutiny.
It was plain, but for now it was worth a look. Though she was a vagabond at heart with no inner desire to stop her journeying, it was not unheard of for Niobe to stop in someone else's territory for a time. She always paid for the hospitality, of course—a cigarette, perhaps, or booze she found in the vicinity. Sometimes, if the deed was particularly helpful, she would meet it with a different sort of response, but that sort of cheeky thing was better left unsaid here.
She felt a little dull standing there, so her feet directed her instead to one of the skulls on sticks. She was uninterested in exactly what animal it belonged to, but she found herself reaching out a hand to give the creature's unfortunate snout a rough tap, watching it bob with a phlegmatic eye like some kind of comedic paper weight.