and when i sing, these lies come out

Myrika Tears · 12-15-2011, 07:55 AM

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Inferni, borders

Private for Ángel.

Myrika had opened her eyes this morning to the overcast sky and thought snow. Now, riding Eira about their perimeter, the rust-haired woman realized her error. Not snow, but rain. Though it was miserably cold, it was not quite cold enough for the precipitation to freeze, and so they were left with this frigid rain. Eira did not seem to mind it as much as Myrika, who was tucked beneath a rather large pelt. She held it over her head with one arm, clutching it to her body with the other. She was too thin for this winter, but she dared not gain further weight -- she might become fat in addition to monstrously tall, after all.

Despite the cold and her relatively sour mood, the tawny coyote was out here circling the borders, as she so frequently did. She was the head scout -- it was her job as Caelum to do this, and she was duty-bound, regardless of the weather. Perhaps she would do a sloppier job in the rain, sure, but she did it and that was what counted, right? There was no one to fill the Praetorian rank above her, and the russet-tinged woman wondered if she would fill it someday. Only Halo outranked her in the clan now, which was stunning, to say the least.

Myrika, for one, had no idea what to do with her rank. She would have said she had only just arrived, but in truth, it had been the end of summer that she'd walked across Inferni's borders -- all of fall had one by, and winter would pass before long. Perhaps a year would fly by before she so much as noticed -- it surely seemed her first two years of life had done so. The coyote blinked and lifted the pelt from her head. The rain had ceased, though the clouds still clung to the sky obstinately. It would shower on and off through the day, she wagered.

Myrika is by Nat!

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