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Kaena Lykoi · 10-15-2010, 07:34 AM

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Word Count :: 323 Intended for Izaak; if you don't have time, my dahling, I will give away to someone else! <333 :O Backdated to ~22 September, if that's okay? Also, I am sorry this took so long. ;~;;~;

Autumn seemed to be in full swing in the blink of an eye. The silver-shaded hybrid had begun to notice the trees were turning their flame colors, fiery and brilliant before withering and turning brown, falling to the earth to blanket the ground with a crunchy layer. It made hunting slightly more complex, as added movement was added noise, but Kaena made do as she always had. With ten autumns of practice behind her, she had no excuse otherwise. She had long ago learned that fish were generally stupid creatures, and there was an abundance of them—thus far, she had not met one she did not at least enjoy the taste of. Some had powerful and pungent flavors, but the hybrid actually enjoyed this, though she could not have expected everyone to.

It only took a few moments of waiting by the edge of a still pool in the River Acheron's lazy course through the center of the territory before she had herself a decent meal of three fish. They certainly couldn't hear the crunching of the leaves, and hunting them did not require movement anyway. This was best for the old coyote, who found an annoying ache in her bones with the cold weather. It was not that she could not hunt by the virtue of her strength and skill anymore, it was just that it was too easy to fish for herself and come up with the same results. There was less energy spent hunting, and thus more energy to devote to Inferni and the family. The scarred woman had thus far gone uninterrupted during her fishing, and so she had not had to deal with questions or interrogations about it. To the coyote, it was quite natural—on the old beach, there had been tide pools where ocean fish were sometimes trapped—sometimes very large ones, at that. Any free meal was worth taking, in her opinion. Perhaps it was the scavenger in her.

Izaak · 10-18-2010, 03:43 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; It's fine hun, as I said in the PM, I understand that things come up and happen and that people get busy; 514 words

Izaak had left behind the manor, laughing and giggling as the white animal followed after him. For the first week since he had gotten Blitzen the coyote boy had kept the reindeer in the room with him. After that his Unky Cotl wouldn't put up with it any longer and said the animal had to stay outside. Of course Izaak had tried to fight it but Cotl wouldn't budge on the subject. So that mean Izaak had to leave Blitzen with Maschine and he was glad to find that the albino caribou was still there when he went out after him in the early hours of the morning. Since that time Izaak had made sure to go out and play with his pet every day so that the baby wouldn't ever want to leave. Or at least that had been the reasoning behind what he had been doing.

The young coyote boy had taken the calf out with him as he ran around Inferni. Actually it was more like he had coaxed the reindeer to chase him by pretending that he had something in his hand. Whenever it seemed that Blitzen would tire of the chase then Izaak would pause and hold out his closed fist to get the reindeer to wander back over to him again. Of course he didn't have anything in his hand but that didn't stop him. Actually he had to go out and try to find more of those berries that had been used to get Blitzen to come with him back to Inferni.

Eventually he came upon the center of Inferni as well as one of the leaders fishing. For that moment he had forgotten about Blitzen as he wandered over to the female to peer curiously at what was going on. "Hallo! Du siehst aus wie ich! Du müssen meine große Schwester sein!" The words were exclaimed excitedly as Izaak made to wrap his arms around the older female in a hug. "Was machst du?" The next question came as he sat down on his knees next to her. Of course that was about the time that Blitzen would catch up and nudge Izaak's arm, trying to get at the treat that was figured to be in his hand. But with Izaak having nothing to offer all he could do was reach up and pet the animal while tearing up a fistful of grass in the other hand to give to his baby instead. "Dies ist Blitzen." Now that his pet was up next to him there was no way that he could forget to introduce the creature as well.

With the introduction made the coyote child turn his attention back to what was going on. "Was ist dass?" Once again he was questioning, speaking eagerly in German. He had pointed towards the fish on the ground as he had spoken. "Es stinkt." Clearly he had trouble keeping his opinions to himself. And with the assumption that the other was his sister then he didn't even pause to think that he may not be understood at all.

Kaena Lykoi · 10-19-2010, 07:44 AM

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Before turning to feast, the hybrid thought better of it, and decided to catch an extra fish—or perhaps two. She could always light a fire and smoke them, storing them for later. They surely would not keep if she did not preserve them in some manner, and the scent of rotten fish was particularly repulsive. She did not wish for such a scent to get anywhere near her home; once it was in the cave, it would be extremely difficult to get out. Better than trying to keep them, she could give them away—there were plenty of coyotes within the clan who might enjoy a different sort of meal, and exposure to the mostly untapped resources within the waters of the clan's territory.

The sound of an approach went unnoticed as the scarred hybrid continued to fish, her attentions focused on the surface of the water. The movement of fish beneath the water could be difficult to discern depending on the sun's angle, and it was just her luck that such a moment of poor reflection was upon her. Of course, the sounds of a strange voice interrupted her not a moment later, and wide-eyed, the coyote turned to face the speaker, her coal-colored ears raised in curiosity. She could not understand a word of what he said, but he did not seem to notice or care; the young canine rapid-fired questions and words at her in this harsh tongue. It reminded her of Cotl, and she peered at the boy curiously, making the familial connectionjust as an even stranger creature made its way over—some sort of pale deer, and quite young. It was perfectly at ease with Kaena and the stranger.

Bewildered, the Centurion turned her head to look at the other canine, smiling almost meekly. “I don't understand what you're saying.” He gestured and pointed to the ground at the fish, and she looked down and back up at him. “Fish?” she said, uncertain if he was asking what they were, and more uncertain as to whether or not he could understand her.

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Izaak · 10-23-2010, 12:28 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; 535 words

Honestly he had simply assumed that he could be understood since he had mistaken the older female to be a relative. So when she said that she didn't understand it had him tilting his head curiously. Why couldn't his sister understand German? He thought that everyone related to him could speak the language. He still hadn't yet come to the conclusion that the older female wasn't related to him at all. That really should have been the first connection that he made but being who he was it was probably one that he would never believe. Just like it was stuck in his mind that Sascha had given him the tail tied to his own since he had said he liked it. As well as him believing that Sascha had killed their mother. Once he had a notion in mind he tended to stick with it. And since he believed that the leader was his sister that would probably remain stick there as well.

"Fish stinks." The comment was made after he had been told what the animals were. But then again he wasn't used to fish at all. This was his first time actually being up close to them. The that he got normally didn't look anything like the animal that it was and so he was still unable to relate food to being the animals that were running around in the wild. He simply assumed that dinner always came skinned so obviously hunting wasn't a skill of his. It couldn't be when he had never once done it. But there was plenty that he hadn't done and knew nothing about it. Just about every life skill was elusive to him, the sort of things that others took for granted. Like the knowledge of different animal species, Izaak simply assumed that everything was a coyote since that is what he was. It took someone correcting him for him to get it right.

After his declaration he took to sitting on his knees next to the female, watching her still. "Wha sissy doins?" And with the simple question he had pretty much summed up what he had said before. At least mostly everything excluding the introduction of the reindeer and that he thought that the other resembled him. But that last bit could be guessed at. After all, why else would he refer to the other as his sister if he didn't think them similar in appearance.

And while he waited for an answer to the question he picked up one of the fish and held it up to the reindeer. "Eats it, Blitzen." The child spoke up when the young caribou would only sniff at it. The child didn't even pause to consider that it wasn't even his fish to offer. He knew that he hadn't caught it but it was just laying on the ground so he thought that they weren't wanted or something. Or more like he is always findings things and picks them up to carry with him or do whatever he wants with and never once checking to see if they already had an owner. To Izaak, if the items weren't being touched and handled then they were fair game.

Kaena Lykoi · 10-26-2010, 05:53 AM

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Word Count :: 316 Izaak is hilarious. :>

When more familiar words came from the boy's mouth, the hybrid woman breathed an imperceptible sigh of relief. World language was one area in which she was severely deficient, being unable to understand anything but the few words her father had given to her. Those words were from a language that might have been dead many thousands of years prior; certainly, no one still spoke it at the time of the human's demise. Kaena did not even know how Andre had come across these words. In any case, they were of no use understanding this canine, and she was quite glad to hear English, however accented, come from his mouth.

“Maybe, but they're not bad to eat,” the coyote said, indifferent to his protests. She was years beyond defending her dietary choices from attack; as coyotes, they should have been well-accustomed to a life of scavenging. “Who are you?” she asked, curious to know just who this canine was. He looked and sounded like Cotl, but he was far too old to have been here in Inferni or even this side of the world. She was confused, certainly, but not so irritated by her confusion as to become short with him, even when he unexpectedly called her ‘sissy.’

“Sissy? I am fishing,” she said, peering at him with a golden-yellow eye for a moment before responding to his question. The boy picked up one of the fish and turned to offer it to the white creature; at this, the scarred hybrid snorted. “I don't think fish are meant for him to eat,” she said. “Grass, maybe.” Were it not for the canine's apparent youth, she might have grown irritated—as it was, she was in a decent enough mood, and she had been generous enough to consider sharing the fish in the first place. She would not make a fuss over one being taken as intended.

Izaak · 11-01-2010, 02:24 PM

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Actually Izaak had no skills at all. He couldn't hunt or fish or even scavenge. He only ate what was brought to him to eat. He didn't have any idea that the animals that he saw running around were the ones that went into his belly. He had never bothered to ask where his food came from but just ate whatever it was that he was given. He didn't know the animals that he ate since they tended to be skinned and sometimes even cooked. Because of that he could never relate them to the animals that were alive. Of course that was pitiful for someone his age, for someone going on one year. But it wasn't like anyone ever had any time to teach him either.

"Izaak." He gave his name when it was asked for, though it came out in a distracted manner as he had decided to lick the fish since it was supposed to be good to eat. He wrinkled up his nose at the feel of scales against his tongue. They felt weird and that was about all that he could surmise. He was too focused on the feel to even worry about how it had tasted. The fingers of his other hand had lifted to be placed on his tongue as the weird feeling lingered, ending up dropping the fish to the ground. It should be plainly obvious that he had no experience with fresh caught fish either. But then there was very little that he did know.

"Wha fishing?" He asked, looking right back at the older female. He picked the fish that he had licked and tried to give it to Blitzen. But he was back looking at Kaena when she snorted and corrected him. "Bus you says no bad to eats." And so he assumed that his pet could have it as well. But that just went to show how much that he actually knew. Since Blitzen couldn't have it he tried to hand it back to the female leader once again.

He tilted his head to stare at the other for a moment or two before he ended up speaking up once again. "Sissy very pretties." Not that it was unusual at all for him to pass out compliments. Actually he almost made a habit of it. But then again he was quite easy to please and found most things to be eye appealing. And well, since he thought of her as family so of course she had to be pretty. "Mutter says I's uglies but yous pretties." He spoke up softly and he continued to stare. Without even considering personal space, not that there was such a thing as personal space when he was growing up, he reached up a hand to try to touch the scarring on her face. "Wha happens? Bruder has toos." Or was it just scarring that he was attracted to? After all he thought his brother to be most beautiful and his brother was the one to have the most scarring and imperfections out of the entire litter.

Kaena Lykoi · 11-30-2010, 06:58 AM

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Word Count :: 467 Dumb things can be adorable. Also, I suck and I am extremely late and I apologize. .___. We can scrap this after my post if you want and just cap it OOC, whatevs. <3

The pale creature did not seem to fear her, and it certainly was comfortable around Izaak. Kaena had never been much farther north than here in her life, and so there was no opportunity to see larger types of ungulates, such as this reindeer. Her remaining eye was focused on the creature, curious about his size and coloration -- she did not realize the creature was albino, and assumed his kind lived exclusively on permanently snowy tundra. “Fishing is how you catch these things,” the coyote said, jerking her head toward the pile of fish. “Like how you hunt to catch food,” the hybrid explained, knowing this would make sense to him. Everyone knew where food came from. Right?

“Well. I don't think the fish is good for him to eat, but it's fine for us. He eats plants, we eat meat,” the coyote said. Their diet was not exclusively meat, however -- even before the advent of cooking fires and human ingredients, canines had been eating grass sporadically, and coyotes and wolves both ate some kinds of wild berries. This was not their primary or preferred food source, though. The coyote thought it odd that this canine labeled her his sibling. There was simply no way -- the age gap alone made such a thing impossible, let alone that her parents had been dead and buried for a decade at this point.She did not question it, however -- maybe it was a deficiency in his language comprehension, and he had mistaken sissy for aunt or another familial word, or even term of endearment.

The compliment struck her, and she turned her attention away from the fish completely, lifting a brow toward the youth. Pretty was not a thing the silver-shaded woman heard often, and she leaned forward to catch the softer words, frowning. “You're not ugl--” the words were caught in her throat as the canine reached up to touch her face, and she froze. His hands made contact with the knotted scar tissue, and the hybrid peered at him, the expression on her face unreadable. A long moment passed and the touch was tolerated; the coyote did not move to bite him or even growl at him. Maybe it was his age, or maybe she had finally picked up on his apparent slowness.

“Fighting,” the coyote said, more than a hint of wistfulness in her voice. There was the broken thing, a warrior too old to continue fighting. Where was the glory in that? There was none, only resonating shame. She could have died in battle more times than she cared to consider, and here she was, shattered and physically unable to fight anymore. It would kill her, and she was perhaps finally sane enough to care if she lived or died. “Always fighting.”

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