there's a part of me that still believes

[Kaena Lykoi]

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http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Hooray! Welcome!     The silvery coyote was not unfamiliar with the swirling of mixed blood, as it was quite clear she herself was no purebred coyote. There was nothing to be said about Kaena other than that she was a mutt, and she drew parts and pieces of her features and build from her many different heritages. There was a half-hearted lifting of her shoulder, and she shook her head. "You live like a coyote, you are a coyote," the Centurion spoke rather simply. Defection was always possible either way for the hybrids of the world, but Kaena considered it enough to look like a coyote and speak the coyote cause. It occurred to her that there might be spies, perhaps coyotes sent to them by their neighboring packs, but why bother with all of that trouble just for them?     The hybrid woman listened intently as he launched into speech, concentrating hard to catch all of his words. The silvery coyote was rather impressed, both by his directness and the immediate proof of his top skill. He had convinced her of his sharp tongue rather quickly, and the hybrid woman nodded, bobbing her head slowly up and down, regarding Armistice for just a moment with a sparkling eye before speaking. Though her facial expressions were generally harder to read, it was rather clear at that moment that she was feeling rather good about this coyote and very positive regarding his proposition to enter their ranks. "You have more of a way with words than I could ever hope to have," the coyote woman said, conceding her compliment with that same half-cocked grin.     True, she was old, and you know what they say about old dogs and tricks, but eloquence was one thing Kaena knew she could never attain. She was not a gregarious creature by nature, but she had developed her social skills out of necessity. It had been difficult enough to do that, let alone gaining oratory prowess. "You'll do fine here. Maybe you should seek out Anselm—he is our Caelum, the scout rank. He can teach you a lot about these lands in a short amount of time," the hybrid suggested, her silvery head tilted to the side. She was thinking Armistice and Anselm would make quite a pair if his tracking and exploration skills were anything like his power of language.     The coyote woman stepped back, motioning for Armistice to walk over the invisible line separating that which was Inferni's and that which was neutral land. If her prior speech hadn't clued him into his acceptance, this certainly would. "Gabriel leads us. I am his subleader. For now, you will rank at Tirones, a standard subordinate," the hybrid explained quickly, as per usual passing over the actual terms of the ranks in lieu of the meaning. "Follow the scent trails to the center of the territory, you'll find the caves. Most of us live there," she added, directing him to where he was most likely to find a friendly face. The coyote woman felt bad for poor Halo, alone in the mansion, and she resolved to visit the young girl more often. Her eyebrows twitched upward, stretching the thin scars bisecting them out over her forehead as if to ask, any questions?

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