history is written by the victors

Vesper · 03-16-2012, 08:33 PM

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every memory that I hold

were all just scars in the making

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Myrika spoke of the skulls, of the silent sentries appointed to deter their fully-fleshed brethren from crossing the borders. It was a tradition that the Optio assumed had simply been around forever, perhaps even carrying over from the days of near-feral coyotes when their fearsome and terrible reputation had been earned. The news of Scintilla and the former Aquila as a war-leader was news to her, however, and her ears pricked with interest—though true to her word, she held her tongue and let the history-keeper continue to talk about what she wanted.

It still amazed her, however, how cultures presumably far apart could craft such customs as the hanging of the skulls. She knew little of Aemon and Ithiel, other than that they were in her tier and seemed to need little guidance from her, but it cast a unique light on them. Scintilla, war. She wondered if she should speak to the pair of de le Poer brothers.

The scent of cooked rabbit had been pushed to the background of her senses, but now it near blasted her in the face once Myrika seemed to decide it was done. Pale hands reached out to grasp the stick, gingerly, as she drew it close to her mouth for another pleased sniff. She wondered how to eat it and how much the other woman would want—for it was a gift for her, anyway—and decided on taking an experimental nibble near a shoulder. She ate but little and passed the rabbit back with a smile—one that told she wasn’t that hungry, not that the rabbit tasted bad. It had a unique taste cooked, one she wasn’t used to.

“It makes you think about everything more,” Vesper agreed lightly. “Even if it isn’t important for the now, it helps you to really understand, I guess.” It was becoming obvious she wasn’t used to having such intellectual conversations, and so she fell silent, teasing a piece of rabbit out from between her teeth with a claw.

She nodded as the ranks were explained; it all made good sense. With civilization came expansion and streamlining, and it seemed that Inferni’s ranks worked well for the clan even if they might have been overly complex many generations in the past.

Vesper snorted at the woman’s final remark. “It’s interesting when you talk about it,” she protested, and scratched her ear. “Are there any famous Optio or Praetorian coyotes from the past?” she asked, grinning slightly. She was interested in who she should be looking up to, what figures had passed through her rank and what they had done right and wrong.

Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!

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