history is written by the victors

Vesper · 03-10-2012, 08:35 PM

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every memory that I hold

were all just scars in the making

Word Count → 514 :: omfg i finally replied stop being so slow raze

The tawny woman listed off a multitude of names that was too much for her to remember even as she took care to speak slowly. While she’d understood that Inferni was old, to hear the names of the many coyotes that had led it made that fact only more concrete. Kaena herself was testament to its age; she couldn’t have been too young when she first rose to power, no less than a few years at least. She would have been just old enough to be able to command respect, though then again there was likely a reason she was reigned as Aquila a few nonconsecutive times.

Her ears perked at mention of the mountain territory, and Vesper gave her head a small shake to show she had not gone that far. Perhaps she should have, but Ichika no Ho-en was as far as she normally went; she’d yet to pass between that territory and Anathema’s. However, she could clearly conjure the image of destruction—of burned trunks and sooty rivers and desolation in place of once-flourishing life—and was somewhat in awe. Her blue eyes flicked once to the flames lapping underneath the spitted rabbit, trying to imagine it in a scale that had forced wolves to abandon their homes for so long. She wondered how many had died, and if any had come back.

Pride swelled in her ink-spotted chest, however, at thought of the coyotes settling in the new land. Born of fire—how often had she thought of flames and phoenixes since coming to stay with the clan? It was such a cliché that she wanted to laugh, but nothing else suited Inferni and its warriors more.

She chewed on these thoughts and watched as Myrika checked the rabbit, her thoughtful expression transforming into the slightest of smiles. “That’s strange, though,” she murmured, after acknowledging the meat’s progress with a nod. “It sounds like it must have been insanely large, to destroy those lands like that. I wonder how many others didn’t make it—the other wolf packs that didn’t reform.” She knew that there were other defunct groups that had lived in Nova Scotia, like Dahlia de Mai, but to think of those who lived before… Had they been as large and numerable?

She gave her head another shake, somewhat amused that she was fixating herself on the past. It wasn’t her past, which made it easier to mull over, but she’d always believed that looking back was a waste of time.

“What’s your favorite story?” Vesper asked suddenly, her blue eyes flicking to Myri as a somewhat crooked smirk overtook her angled face. “I don’t want to make you ramble about the boring bits… What do you think is most interesting to talk about?” Her tone was teasing and challenging, but the friendliness behind that showed she would be happy to hear whatever the tall woman wanted to say. She hated the thought that she was dragging all these subjects from the Praetorian’s mouth with no benefit to her—other than a rabbit and antler and some company.

Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!

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