lord of the flies

Kaena Lykoi · 01-24-2010, 08:22 AM

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The hybrid woman was on her usual route along the borders—head down, moving quickly with the clipped trot of the coyote. It was already big news what had happened the other day in the clan; a few Dahlians had showed up on the western border thinking they were big vandals, knocking down skulls. Please. As if they were the first; as if they'd be the last. That was the good thing about decorating one's borders with skulls—frangible as they were, it was ridiculously easy to replace them once the coyotes caught the vandalous bastards.

A strange, low sound brought her attention; it sounded quite a lot like something falling. Her ears were still remarkably sharp for her age; she had suffered little in the way of decreased hearing, save for that which she'd encountered some years ago, thanks to Sal. The missing chunk of her right ear was virtually the only handicap to that particular sense, as was the missing right eye to her sight. Kaena had been one-eyed a long time, though, and she had many years to adjust to this strange perception of the world.

Her pace slowed to the investigative pace; the hybrid took her time, picking up a very strange scent. It was faintly decayed, though certainly still alive. As the hybrid continued on, she came to a very strange sight—some unknown, black-tailed coyote, beyond scarred and beaten, clutching one of the clan's skulls close to his body. Narrowing her yellow-gold eye and lifting one of her coal lips to expose one of the long, sallow fangs in her mouth, the hybrid growled softly. "What are you doing?" she asked, her tone clearly indicating her annoyance with this sight. She wasn't stupid enough to mistake the canine for a Dahlian wolf, no, but this strange sight was certainly not one the coyote had encountered before.

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