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Vesper · 11-24-2011, 11:05 PM

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Word Count :: 444 Love that table. :O

Vesper was not blind to the scrutiny the other was giving her, though she supposed she was quite a character to look at—what with her obvious hybridization, her patchwork coat riddled with scars. She looked like something that a mad scientist had fashioned from a bad-tempered quilt.

She didn’t quite think that the staring could be anything other than a detached curiosity or wariness of an odd stranger, though her own findings of the other woman were positive in the same vein. Scars were not ugly to Vesper, and while she did not worship them, they told interesting tales that often commanded respect. Her own scars were badges instead of regrets, even the ones etched out of some teenage folly; they were tokens of fights that she had survived, and that was a point. Surviving had been her only occupation as a loner.

The feline cub made a sound as it was moved, and Vesper did her best to pry her gaze from it. Like all young animals, it was cute, but she didn’t understand the concept of raising another species from a young age. She had only recently come to terms with luperci owning horses and allowing birds of prey to guide them. Each species raised its own, she thought.

Her lips quirked in a smirk as Sky joked, and her own pale-lined blue eyes softened lightly with good humor as she turned to face the mutt. She nodded in obvious respect as Sky mentioned being a medic. It had been, after all, Enkiel who had brought her into Inferni after saving her life. And healing was a better occupation than singing and prancing around on a pretty stallion. Running her fingers briefly through her cropped mane, she asked lightly, “Save any lives?” It was a random question that she didn’t really require an answer to, though she figured it was better than asking if she’d lost anyone.

The offer to join the d’Arte medic on the patrol made Vesper’s eyes widen in disbelief. She lowered her ears in confusion then averted her eyes when Sky threw her a look; she didn’t feel the need to defend her viewpoint about the strange kitten, but she didn’t feel like it needed removed from her presence, either. However, she wasn’t going to complain either way.

What she did ask, uncertainly, was: “Would your pack mind that? Letting a random coyote wander around your territory?” The word coyote carried the connotation of Inferni with it, of course. She supposed that she wouldn’t be causing trouble, exactly, by wandering around and not touching anything, but she couldn’t imagine it as something her own clan would do.

the Mentors!

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