Should of stayed home
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Thanks again for the help with the table. WC: 1,019 {10 points}

Layla was always interested in the study of medicine and herbs since she was a pup. Her mother taught her about the different herbs and left her a few books to read. Layla had some basic knowledge but she was eagar to learn more. As she scanned through her new home, she noticed that there were some books on the bookcase downstairs. There were quite a few. Guess the humans who lived here before read a lot in their spare time. As she went through them, she noticed there were a few on herbs and medicine. This was perfect. Not only would she be able to catch up on her reading but now she would also be able to pick some herbs in case some of her pack mates got injured. Layla rushed to her room and grabbed her satchel and placed a couple empty jars inside for the herbs she found. As she raced back down to the bookcase, she grabbed the books and was soon on her way.

The day was just perfect for heading out for some herb picking. It was getting towards the end of the day, perfect for Layla seeing as she enjoyed the view of the sunset over the packlands. The mixture of pink, orange, and light blue filled the sky as she began on her journey from her home in Dahlia de Mai. Heading out of Wolfville, and passing through the pack’s border, she found that the area was new to her. Seeing as she didn’t know what thelife was like out here, she would have to be careful. As she filled her hair back a bit, her feathers hanging from her ears blew in the wind. The wind was picking up and it would soon be night. Seeing as Layla would have a hard time seeing in just full nighttime, she picked up the pace a bit to make sure she jad some time to look while the sun was still in the sky.

As Layla continued on her journey, she found herself to what was known as Grandfather’s Tears, though she did not know that. There were many trees, so the sun was blocked a bit, but she could still see rather well. The grass under her back paws were soft and the rocks were getting cooler from the twilight breeze. As she came closer, she saw the the free flowing water. It was such a peaceful place. Nothing could possibly go wrong right? Layla came to a nice spot on the rocks near the water and carefully set down her satchel and unloaded her gear. She sat one of the empty jars down in front of her and left the other one in her satchel. She also took out the book and began to flip through the pages. After reading through all the herbs, she stopped on a few pages and looked around her area to see if any of the ones she picked were around. One of the herbs that caught her eye was Lavander. She looked around and noticed a patch near her. She set the book down and opened the empty jar as she scooted over to the patch. She carefully began to pick some of the herbs as she hummed to herself.

After a few minutes passed, she paused. The area she had come too had suddenly gotten quite; too quite perhaps. No longer could Layla hear the chirping of birds or the other wildlife was that was nearby. She paused from her herb picking and slowly rose to her feet. She gazed around her area before slowly moving back to her stuff. As she began to pack her things, she heard a bit of movement. She looked in the direction of the noise and then froze. She was staring into something’s eyes. Another wolf perhaps. She tried to catch it’s scent but it was so foreign to her. She gave a low growl as she spoke to the mysterious creature. ”Come out coward. I know you’re not from Dahlia de Mai. Come out and show yourself!” Big mistake on her part. The creature was no coward at all. In an instant, the creature stood on its back legs, towering over Layla. The creature was a bear. Boy was Layla in trouble now. In her optime form she was not of much use seeing as she didn’t carry around a weapon. She couldn’t turn into her secui form, it would take too long and give the bear the perfect moment to attack. Seeing as she couldn’t fight back, she backed away from the monster, but soon realized there was no where really to back to. She was cornered. The odds were not good on her part. As she turned her gaze back to the bear, she saw it raise his massive paw and move to slash at her. Layla managed to dodge the attack for the most part until she felt a sharp pain on her muzzle. The bear’s claws had gotten her and slashed right across her muzzle. She placed on hand over the wound and stared back to the creature. She then attempted to fight back. Seeing as she had a body built for speed, she used it to make her way to the bear’s chest and bit on him. She tried to keep a grip on him but holding the bear’s fur in her hands. It was not an easy grip for her. After hearing a loud roar from the bear, she saw the ruby red eyes staring right at her. She could feel fear flowing in her veins. The next thing she felt was the bear’s claws against her side. It pushed her off as she flew, hitting her back on a nearby tree. She struggled a bit to get herself back up. She then noticed the bear coming towards her. This was it. If someone didn’t come and help her she would be a goner. She couldn’t take on this thing alone. She laid near the tree as she whined, praying that someone would hear her and come help her.

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WC: 1,365. How's this? :]


It wasn’t clear why Lucia had visited this place again. She had been here once before, though she couldn’t possibly remember when. It had been one of her usual afternoon walks, a failing method to stop the voices in her head. Every now and then, whenever she found an ounce of peace, it helped, but today it seemed, there was anything but help on her side. She had passed a myriad of different trees, a variety of sparsely scattered shrubberies, and the occasional animal. It had been mostly rabbit, though she swore she had caught glimpse of something else, something much bigger, in the distance earlier. It had triggered curiosity for a while, but like most things, it didn’t remain in her head too long.



As her obsidian paws hit the ground in unison, feeling much more comfortable in her luperci form, Lucia’s eyes trailed over the horizon. Every now and then she caught sight of the setting sun. It was a marvellous sight; the speckled orange sky, which softly faded into midnight blue. It wouldn’t be too long until night crossed over the sky, making this place a lot more volatile, but she paid little mind to that. She held little regard for her own safety these days; after all, she had already been through the worst of it, hadn’t she? Lucia doubted things could get any worse.



After travelling for a while, it became apparent that she had stumbled across a part of the land she had never seen before. If her memory served her well, which occasionally it didn’t, the location in which she stood was known as ‘Grandfather’s Tears’. Here, the trees grew in clumps – blocking out a fair bit of the view of the sky, and the grass grew soft and tender. It felt good under her paws; it made a change from the rough, sand-ridden terrain of Inferni. Yes, she loved Snake, but sometimes she had to question why he liked it there. But the answer was simple really. He was a coyote, she wasn’t. They were adapted differently, but either way, Lucia would not give in that easier. She would prove to everyone, and herself, that she could be as good in Inferni as any of the coyotes, or the hybrids. Just because her bloodline was different, did not mean she couldn’t serve well and fight for what was right. She would prove this one day – she had no choice.



Lost in her thoughts, the ebony outsider had not registered the low humming nearby. Her ears had pricked at the sound, but by the time her mind had clicked, the sound had stopped. Now, there was a voice; a growling female demanding someone, or something, to come out from hiding. For a moment or two, it crossed her mind that it could have been directed at her, but after standing silently, as statuesque as possible, it became apparent that she was not the target here. Shaking her head slowly, she began to pivot, ready to return to the borderlands of Inferni, but something caught her off guard. Lifting her head, a scent slowly wafted through her nostrils. It was Dahlia de Mai. Or at least, one of them was. The other, well, it was clearly not canine. Her lips curled, a snarl erupting from her throat. Lucia had heard the stories, the feud between Inferni and Dahlia was well known. Were they recruiting other creatures now? Anything was possible. Without any hesitation, she decided it was her duty to investigate.



Increasing her pace to a slow jog, the ebony wolf soon realized what was happening. A clearing in the trees gave her a perfect visual on the Dahlia wolf – it was a female, though it was apparent she had little in the way of defending herself. A snarl formed on her tongue, though it did not erupt. There was an ultimatum here, a decision to be made. It was clear that without help this wolf would die, but she was in fact a Dahlian. Would Lucia leave her here to die, or would she help her, ignoring the fact that their packs were not exactly on the best of terms? She stood there, confused. The fight was clearly one-sided, though Lucia admired the female’s attempts to use speed to outrun the bear. It didn’t work.



Watching intensely, still considering her options, it wasn’t until the female was cornered that Lucia decided it was better to intervene. If any Dahlian wolf was going to die, it would be better at the claws of Inferni than a bear, which was probably just protecting its young in the first place. She could relate. Taking a few steps forward, her malachite eyes opened wildly, more so in shock than anything else. The bear had took a swing, and as the impact made a slight crack in the atmosphere, the sound reaching Lucia’s ears almost instantly, the other wolf was now literally flying through the air. A cringe took over the ebony outsiders face as the Dahlian wolf made contact with the base of a tree. It looked painful. It was clear now that if she didn’t intervene now, this wolf would die. Sighing, her lips curled over themselves, a thick snarl on her lips. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a knife from her tattered green rucksack. Placing the bag by the base of a nearby tree, she began sprinting toward the Dahlian.
Leaping upward, she managed to grasp hold of a clump of the bear’s fur. She was on its back. Growling loudly, absinthe coals quickly darted over to the other wolf, studying the distance between them and her. She acknowledged there was not much time, but she did appear to have distracted the beast for a moment or two. Thrusting her arm into the air, she took a lunge at the bear. The blade dug into the base of its neck, and she pulled towards herself. Lucia knew that this was a prime weak spot, and without throwing her off, the bear had little chance to protect itself.



A loud roar ripped through the trees, birds scurrying into the darkening sky. The bear was pissed, really pissed. It began swaying, trying to remove the wolf from its back. Lucia, who gripped onto the blade tightly, feeling herself slipping, attempted to grasp more fur in her spare hand. It was successful. Glaring over to the female who still lingered at the base of the tree, Lucia yelled cruelly. “Move! …Unless you want to be bear food!”



The knife slid out of the bear’s skin. Lucia stumbled off the back of the bear. She fell underneath it, caught between its legs. Without thinking, Lucia’s arm shot upward. The knife sliced the thigh of the bear, and as it began to come down on the ebony female, she pulled herself backwards. The bear seemed to know it was losing. As it collapsed back onto its four paws, it gave a low, almost depressing moan. It turned, looked at the pair of wolves, and fled.



After she was certain it had left, Lucia, who reeked of blood and was panting heavily, fell into a sitting stance against the glass. Holding her head in her hands, the knife by her side, she didn’t even look at the Dahlia female who she had just rescued. “What the hell are you doing out here without protection!?” she hissed, not waiting to hear any thanks from the female. “Surely you knew that there were bears out here!?” She still glared at the ground, breathing heavily trying to catch her breath, and collect her thoughts. She needed to bathe really, needed to rest and build up her strengths, but some considerate part of her felt the need to ensure the female’s safety. “Are you alright? Do you know how to fix wounds? The plants you need?” Lucia did, and if required, she would get the plants and dress the wounds, but she would not befriend this wolf – she couldn’t. It would betray all she stood for – Snake, and his jolly band of coyotes. She served them now, and wolf or not, she had to respect them, and their opinions.


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Sorry for the long wait! WC: 671 {5 points}


Layla just couldn't believe that this was happening. How could this day go so wrong. Today was supposed to be a good day for gathering her herbs and yet here she was about to become the victim of a powerful beast. She could feel his powerful movement inching closer to her each second that passed by. The mistress' side and muzzle began to sting more as she tried to move out of the way. It was as if her life was slipping away and the beast was going to get her. Once the creature was only a little ways away from her, she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the bear's next attack. She prayed for a mircle to happen and that the terrifying beast would back off.

At that moment it was as if her prayers were answered. Once the eyes of the mistress opened, there was a black wolf passing her and heading for the bear head on. What a relief to know she was going to live to see another day. The moment came when she realized she was still in danger if she didn't move. Her body felt too heavy as she tried to lift herself off the ground. THe mistress hadn't realized that her side was cut as well until after she tried to move. The scent of her own blood filled her nose as she again tried to move. The blood flowed out of her side and muzzle as she just crawled her way aside. Layla didn't get very far before the pain came back once more. How in her right mind did she thing she'd be able to move with all this pain. It wasn't until she heard the wolf yelling that she finally picked herself up and moved slightly out of the way. Layla couldn't go far but she was sure it was enough to be out of the bear's way. Wanting not to move anymore, Layla slowly laid on her back to reduce its pain and let the blood flow onto the rocks. Her obs moved back to the stranger who had injured the bear even more. The mistress felt so helpless that she couldn't help her rescuer. A soft snarl escaped her lips as she watched the bear flee. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

Layla watched as the wolf moved back over towards her. The wolf wasn't even looking to her, though she couldn't tell because her eyes were still closed. The mistress could hear the wolf hissing to her as she scolded her for not having protection. Layla knew this was coming. She was a healer, not a fighter, so of course she didn't have a weapon to defend herself. She didn't answer the wolf, not wanting to be yelled at anymore by her rescuer. The yells just kept coming. How the hell was she supposed to know there were bears around here? Layla was just here to get herbs and leave, not expecting to be attacked by anything. The mistress felt like such an idiot for not being cautious. What surprised her was that the wolf was worried if she was alright. This must have been one of the wolves from Crimson Dreams. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to the dark female. "I'll be fine... There should be some aloe ointment in my bag along with some bandages... Can you get those for me please...?"

Once the wolf grabbed her things, she would take the aloe and rub it on her wounds. From what she read the aloe herb helped not only with burns but cuts as well. Once the aloe was on, she would ask for the wolf's help to get the bandages around her waist. Once all that was done, she would put some aloe on her muzzle as well. She carefully raised herself to lean against a tree. Her orbs turned to her rescuer as she formed a slight smile. "Thank you... What's your name ma'am... which clan do you come from...?"





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WC: 689.


Still worn down, Lucia’s eyes narrowed cruelly. She had not planned on her stroll turning into a rescue attempt, and especially not someone who belonged into the opposing clan. It came into her mind to attack and kill the female wounded below her, finish what the bear had started, but she passed on the idea as quickly as it apppeared. Though the idea gave her extreme amusement inside the dark corridors of her mind, it would spur another war between the two packs, she was sure – thus, she could not follow through; she would remain civil and just let the sleeping dogs lie.



Shaking her head slowly, small beads of sweat falling from her brow, the ebony Inferni member watched the injured Dahlian with curious eyes. They lay set in their toxic green, and as she watched, it was amusing that she hadn’t seemed to mention the fact Lucia smelt of Inferni – maybe the scent of blood clouded her sense of smell, or perhaps just her judgement. A bemused smile crossed her ebony lips, and as it did, the opposing female spoke. Her voice seemed quiet, timid – as though fearful of the situation. It didn’t surprise Lucia in the slightest really; after all, today apparently was not a good day for the Dahlian female. It wasn’t often a bear attacked around here, but it had found something it didn’t like with her, thus had made its move. Lucia put it down to the horrible stench of Dahlia, the same smell that had clung to Haku when she had met him a long time ago. It would make her attack, so why not a bear? It just seemed logical.



Listening to the female, Lucia couldn’t hide her dislike about being asked to pass the female her things, but glancing over the injuries once more, Lucia’s thoughts traveled back to when Kaena had helped her when Daisuke had injured her. She frowned, grabbing the bag from near the Dahlian. Shuffling through the myriad of things that lay inside it, she finally came across the ointment and bandages. Slinging them slightly, she watched as they landed next to the female, and Lucia stared quietly, wondering how exactly the female would do it herself. She figured that she would be asked to help eventually, but until then, she would do nothing. Nothing except get her own bag that is.



Turning her back, the ebony prowler walked away from the female against the tree base. Glancing around, it took a moment or two to recall where her own bag rested, but her memory soon recollected. Walking to the old pine nearest to her, she leant down and grasped the straps of her bag. Sighing, Lucia looked back over her shoulder at the injured female. She wanted to leave, wanted to go back to Inferni – it had been enough excitement for one day, but she stayed. Strolling back to the female, Lucia crouched down. Holding herself up with one arm, knees beant like a gargoyle atop a church, those violently green eyes burnt into the skull of the Dahlian.



The question, her identity, it presented an irrestible urge. A cruel smile stole her lips, unintentional but purposeful. “The name’s Lucia,” she purred cooly, amused at the fact she would soon reveal that this female had in fact been rescued by an Inferni – the one good thing about being a wolf, nobody ever expected that she would be under their colours. But she was, and for all intensive purposes, she was proud of that fact. It kept her with Snake, and that was all that mattered.



“Can’t you tell?”
She continued, her tone sly and teasing, a flash of fire in her coals. “I’m Inferni...” The words slid off her tongue with sarcastic ease, and her eyes remained fixed on the female in front of her. She waited for a reaction, perhaps similar to one she had seen all too often. Disbelief, disgust, mostly disapproval. It was expected, and Lucia cared none. She liked the fact she was unpredictable, unreadable. She thrived off it, and today was no different. Today, in fact, was better than usual.

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Sorry for the wait ^^; WC: 710 {8 points, 1 for Word of the Day}


Layla could tell from the look on the on the black wolf's face. She wasn't the only one who was worn out. The wounds the mistress was suffering from drained the life out of her. She was going to need help getting home or she could have to wait until some of the pain was gone before heading home. The mistress looked over to the wolf, a thought floated into her mind. Why didn't the wolf just kill her? She was weak enough and it was obvious that she was not from Dahlia de Mai, so why would this wolf let her live? The only thing Layla could think of was that the wolf was from one of the packs her pack was allied with. What other explination was there? The mistress turned to the she wolf with a zetetic look on her face. She just couldn't figure this female out. First she saved her from a bear, but now she wasn't helping her with the wounds? In a sence it was Layla's own fault for wanting to do it herself but surely a wolf from an allied pack would still try to help her anyways. Did this wolf have some sort of grudge against Dahlia de Mai? She was soon to find out.

Layla could tell from the way the female was acting that she disliked her. Something about the mistress was ticking this wolf off. If it had to do with turning her day into a rescue mission then she couldn't help that. She could tell from how the female was treating her belongs she was not pleased with the mistress. Tossing her things around like they were nothing. The least she could have done was lay them near her injured figure. Layla was still patching up while the other wolf was gathering up her things. Oh sure her things were much more important than those of an injured wolf. The mistress couldn't help but emit a low growl in anger at how her rescuer was treating her. Here she was, thanking another wolf for rescuing her and yet it seemed like she didn't care at all. The injured wolf was beginning to rethink about repaying this snobby wolf. How deeply the thought of not giving back to the wolf burned in her mind, she knew she had to. It just seemed wrong not to repay someone for saving them.

Layla couldn't help but send a chill down her spine as the wolf smiled coldly and said her name. So her name was Lucia. A cold name to fit such a cold and dark colored wolf. She sure was proud of her name, but then again who wouldn't be? If a wolf didn't like their name then surely they'd change it. Her ears moved back as she made a smart remark as if she knew which pack she belonged to. The mistress took a quick sniff but the scent was foreign. She had never smelled it before, not to mention that the scent was clouded with the smell of blood. She paused and shook her head gently before she said she was from Inferni. Inferni? No that couldn't be right. Inferni and Dahlia de Mai were on terrible terms, so why would one help her? On another note, she heard Inferni was made up of nothing but coyote's and jackels, so what was a wolf doing in the pack. She shook her head, trying to tell herself this wolf wasn't from Inferni, but this wolf was too proud of that fact to not be from that pack. A soft sigh passed her lips as her orbs moved from the ground and then to Lucia. "Even so, your pack and mine are not exactly allies. Why would you help me?"

Not wanting to stay here any longer, Layla fought against the pain and forced herself up. She gripped her side before moving back over to her things and getting them. She was sure that Saluce would be worried about what was taking her, so she wanted to get home as soon as possible. It was proving difficult, but she knew she had to. Carefully she moved from tree to tree using them as support, trying to carry herself home.





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WC: 1,580 ;D


It was beginning to darken. The sky had begun to fade into midnight blues, the sun setting in the distance. As the shadows began to fade, a small breeze picking up on the horizon, Lucia stared emptily at the Dahlian female. It was strange, this help she had given. It confused her greatly, and as she stood watching Layla attempt to bandage her wounds, Lucia pondered on why it had happened in the first place. It was no secret that Lucia’s mind was torn. Though she was in fact a member of a coyote-based clan, outsider or not, the ebony canine found herself seeking out wolves – no matter what the pack. In a way, she figured that she missed the way things ran when it came to wolves. Their mentally was different, their hierarchies were different, and the way they treated one-another, well, it was no surprise that it was different also. Sighing quietly to herself, her toxic-green eyes drifted from the injured female in front of her. She loved Snake dearly, but was Inferni really the right place for her? She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know. If she ever left, she would lose him – they could not be together, and that was too greater sacrifice. Lucia had never known love until him, and she wasn’t about to give it up, unless, of course, he decided to give up on her. That, she guessed, would happen eventually. Everyone left her eventually. She didn’t know why, nor how to stop it – but it happened, and she assumed it would someday happen with him too. Until then, however, she would hold the Inferni colours, and she would fight under their rule, but that still didn’t change anything. She still felt as though she didn’t belong – and clearly, she didn’t. She was a wolf in a coyote world, and that, honestly, didn’t mix at all.



Lost in her thoughts, Lucia had momentarily forgotten about the female she had saved. It was only when a small growl erupted into the silence, smashing it into a thousand pieces, when Lucia’s mind snapped back into reality. Spinning her attention back to Layla, Lucia’s lip curled coldly. A small snarl began to build in the pit of her stomach, but she waited – watching to see if the female would make a move. She knew it was dangerous territory to be around a Dahlian, as they probably knew it was dangerous to be around Inferni, but Lucia would stand her ground. If it came to it, she would fight this female, despite saving her in the first place. Loyalty came first – even if that loyalty was secretly questioned inside her head.



After waiting for a few minutes, with no follow up from the unimpressed growl, Lucia’s expression faded. Her face became empty once more, leaving nothing left for her companion to read. Lucia had closed herself off emotionally, and put up her defences. Rescuer or not, she would not take any chances in this female’s company. She thought about speaking, saying some sort of twisted remark about weakness and fear, but the ebony female held her tongue. She was in no mood to be honest – her mind racing about why she had saved her in the first place. It had been instinct, she supposed. The fact another wolf was in trouble. After all, she couldn’t hide her bloodline, no matter what pack she placed her loyalty to. It hadn’t really clicked about the pack Layla followed until after – and then, well, she had shown her dislike quite clearly. However, part of her thought it all an act. Maybe it was – maybe, in her own way, it didn’t matter what colours the female chose, so to speak – maybe, just the fact she was a fellow wolf was all that mattered. Maybe... Lucia’s mind raced on.



Listening to the pounding of her heart in her chest, Lucia could feel herself floating off into the world of thoughts again, but before she got a chance to fully disappear, the Dahlian wolf finally spoke. Dropping her gaze curiously over the female, Lucia listened as the question was why. Why had she helped her, and why if they were in opposing packs... Lucia had been trying to figure that out all along. She didn’t really have an answer for the injured female, but she would wing it. She would come up with something that sounded good and hope it passed as a decent enough explanation. If it didn’t, she didn’t really care – but then, she supposed, the conversation would have to go into more detail, and that would delay their parting. That, clearly, would not be the best of things to happen.



Parting her maw, Lucia’s words rolled off her pinkish tongue in a flat, empty tone. There was no emotion in her voice, nothing of any sort. It was as though it was a robotic response, and that was how it was supposed to be. She couldn’t become friends with this female, and deep down, she almost felt a sad tug in her heart. She always did enjoy conversing with other wolves, but their alliances made that extremely difficult. Sighing, Lucia turned away from Layla, listening to her own voice as she made up a reason without so much as a second thought.



“No, they are not. You are quite right there... But,”
she paused, looking back to the injured female, her eyes now glowing with a strange aura. Perhaps a mild tint of sadness, but it was unclear – masked by the walls she kept around herself. She couldn’t display weakness, it was not allowed. “You are a wolf,” she continued, her voice becoming quieter as words continued to roll. “And, as I am too – I am obliged to help one in need. Whether I place my loyalties to Inferni or not, it is irrelevant. I am still who I am, I can’t change that.”



She sighed, wondering if that speech had done the trick. She doubted it, but she would see. Lucia pictured Snake in her mind, she recalled the memories of their meeting – it always brought warmth to her heart. But now, today, it brought confusion. Love too, but not as much as usual. Her heart grew heavy, sadness setting in. It came into her mind like a tornado, ripping through the walls and corridors, tearing any reasonable thoughts she had away in seconds. Giving Layla her attention once more, the ebony outsider’s voice entered the atmosphere once more. The explanation for her loyalties – a reason why she, a wolf, lingered in the Inferni borders and called them ‘home’. It had to be done – after all, she didn’t want to be deemed a liar.



“I’m in Inferni because of my lover.”
The words were soft, almost gentle. Her mood had swung dramatically – it was strange how much the heart ruled the heart, it seemed. “If I did not join them, I could not be with him. I am an Outsider,” she paused, burying her resentment for that word as quickly as she could. She didn’t want this female to see her confusion, her distaste for not being able to show her true worthiness for higher ranks, and the other joys which came from being in a pack. It was just life, and this was Lucia’s life – for now, at least. “I fight for Inferni, but I will never be considered a fully-fledged member. I am merely an associate, I suppose. A member, but also.... not. I guess it depends on how others want to see it... All I care about is being with him. That’s why I did it – I’m sure you understand?”



Lucia wasn’t sure, but she assumed this female had a lover. It seemed likely – after all, she wasn’t ugly or anything. She was well-groomed, and apparently, quite gentle. It seemed very likely, thus Lucia hoped her words would make sense to the Dahlian. If it didn’t, well... at least she tried. That was the main thing.



Suddenly, the injured female attempted to rise. Standing motionless, watching, Lucia’s eyes followed Layla as she struggled to travel in the direction of Dahlia. Shaking her head, more to herself than her companion, Lucia couldn’t resist the urge to help her. Grabbing her bag, she slung it around one shoulder, and grasped the straps with one hand. Moving closer, without a word spoken, Lucia held out her spare arm as an offer for support. Her malachite eyes stared blankly at the female, wondering if she would accept her offer or not – now that she knew her clan, and the fact that she, in a weird way, was torn about where she stood. Lucia hadn’t thought about it before, but recalling her words, it became clear that she had given away a small amount of her thoughts – she had shown a slight confusion in her alliance, and thus, Layla now knew briefly the hardship her mind fought each day. This knowledge disturbed her.



“Here,”
she finally whispered, darting her eyes to her extended arm. “Let me help you get as far as the borders – your pack can take care of you after that.” It was obvious why. Lucia couldn’t help her past the borderlands – it would be a death sentence. “Please.” The word rolled off her tongue quietly – it sounded so unnatural. “I want to help you. I couldn’t give a damn about your allegiances to be honest. You’re injured – you won’t make it by nightfall on your own...”

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Woo! WC: 1,258 {11 points, 1 for Word of the Day}

Layla's gaze moved back up the to sky as it slowly grew darker. The mistress was not playing to be out so late, but it seems today was not her day at all. As the faint sight of stars began to fill the sky, she wondered what was going on at home. Pondering in her mind, she thought that her love would soon be heading home. She knew he'd be worried if she wasn't home soon. The mistress didn't want Saluce to worry about he so badly that he'd leave home in search for her. Hopefully if she was lucky he'd wait for her to return. Her mind wandered from the thought of her mate to the black she wolf. Something in the look of her face changed. From that snobby mood she had before, she chagned to a bit of a sorrowful mood. She had an idea on what was going through Lucia's head. She was sure that it was hard for Lucia to live as a wolf in a pack that was full of coyote's and jackels. Layla was sure that there was some reason she was living with them, but couldn't figure out what it was. She shrugged off the thought and moved her orbs back to the sky. The hues were slowly getting darker and soon it would be harder to see where they were going. Even though wolves were able to see at nighttime, it would be a bit harder for her seeing as she was the injured one.

Layla broke from her thought as she heard the growl emit from the she wolf's lips. Now what was wrong with her? Had Layla done something to tick her off? The look on the black wolf's face was just unreal; it even got to the point where it was scarring Layla. The mistress grabbed her things and backed away a bit, unsure as to what to do about this wolf. Did she have some sort of personality disorder? It was the only thing she could thing of for the constant change of mood. Were all the members of Inferni like this? Why hate Dahlia de Mai? What had they ever done to the Inferni pack? The mistress didn't even know seeing as she was relatively new to the pack. The growls only got worse as they seemed to turn into a snarl. Lucia was going a good job of scaring her. Layla had no intentions of attacking her and even if she did, she wouldn't have been able to due to her injuries. Not wanting to start a fight, she curled her tail in between her legs and just watched her.

Layla was glad to see her angered expression leave from the female's face. A soft sigh escaped from her lips as the black wolf backed off a bit. The mistress could relax for a while but not for long before she noticed the empty expression on her face. Was Lucia purposely trying to scare her? If she was, then she was doing a good job. The twisting thoughts in Layla's mind only continued to twist more as the black wolf's empty gaze stared at her. The mistress was sure the wolf could see the fear in her eyes. Normally she wouldn't be scarred at all but seeing as she was injured, Lucia would have the advantage. Layla would be in big trouble if she decided to attack now. She would have no choice but the trust the wolf won't make any moves until she reached the safety of her home and run into Saluce's arms once again.

Once more she could see that the wolf was getting lost in her thoughts. Surely though she was searching for the answers to Layla's quesiton. Surely Lucia knew this question was going to come up seeing as they were on opposite sides. As the black wolf was lost in thought, the mistress grabbed her healing items and moved back over to her satchel. Carefully she placed them inside and moved her satchel over her right shoulder seeing as her left side was injured. When her orbs moced back up to Lucia, she was what seemed like preparing her response. The mistress watched as the she wolf turned her back to her. It was a bit rude, but Layla could understand her reason for doing so. To her the mistress was her enemy and as such probably would not want to explain herself to Layla's face. She gave a slight nod and moved her ears a bit, ready to hear the wolf's reasoning.

One thing was for sure as Layla listened to Lucia speak; she was not an easy wolf to figure out. It wasn't long before that kenspeckled, saddened look in her eyes gave in. Something was tugging at her, if only she could figure out what. So that was it, it was because Layla too was a wolf. The mistress began to start feeling sorry for Lucia. To be considered an outsider was one of the worst feelings ever. Not wanting to make any false moves, she began to head over to the female. She could understand her sadness and pain that Lucia was feeling. Not to get to close for comfort, she stayed a bit of a ways away as she continued to explain. So that was it, she was only in Inferni because of her mate. Knowing this know she knew it was harder on the she wolf to try and fit in. Perhaps Layla could do something to make Lucia look good and help her into the better ranks of Inferni, if that was even possible of course. She hated the thought of anyone being an outsider, so the way she was going to repay Lucia was by helping her become better involved with Inferni, again if that was even possible. The mistress nodded when Lucia asked if she understood. "Yes I understand Lucia. I know it must be rough for you and your mate. Being an outsider is not a good feeling I'm sure."

As she began to move away from Lucia and towards home, a sharp pain came in her side. She leaned on the tree and held her side. This was going to be harder than she thought. Home was quite a ways away and there was no way she was going to make it home on her own. Her orbs looked over her bandages as the faint color of red began to be seen. The bandages were starting to soak up the blood and bleed through. She had to get home soon before it got any worse. The mistress tried moving on her own again but it was no use, the pain was just too much. Her ears moved as she heard Lucia making a move. Before she knew it, the black wolf was at her side, offering her help. Layla had to admit that Lucia was right, she would not be able to make it home on her own, especially if something else out there caught the scent of her blood. The mistress took her rescuer's offer in helping her get to the borders. Once there it wasn't too much further from her home. She kept one hand at her side to try and put pressure on the wound as the two some began on. Layla looked to Lucia and couldn't help but form a small smile on her face. "Thank you Lucia. I owe you my life. I'll find some way to repay you for this."

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WC: 2,212 ... LOL! <3


Watching Layla, Lucia couldn’t help but feel jealous of the injured wolf. Not so much for the pack she was in, nor the fact she seemed to innocent at first glance, but more so for the physical pain she was experiencing from her wounds. Lucia was not one to self-harm, nor revel in her depression, but the ebony she-wolf did enjoy dabbling in the realm of pain from time-to-time. She enjoyed finding out how far she would stretch her pain threshold, and the many different ways she could do this. Lucia called it experimentation, others called it twisted. It wasn’t a concern to her though, for she simply put it down to the fact that if she was ever taken hostage and tortured, she would be able to withstand a lot more than those who ridiculed her. She was a strange creature, clearly – but there was method in her madness, even if others couldn’t see it.



The Dahlian female seemed to be lost in her mind, those ocean-washed coals staring at the sky and the myriad of stars as though they would carry her home on a blanket made from the Milky Way. Lucia pondered on whether the female before her shared a similar place to escape to, or whether, in fact, it was just herself who lived in the dark abyss of weird shapes, and screaming shadows. It appeared, from the expression on Layla’s face that she was thinking of something, or someone, who had brought concern into her eyes. Maybe it was a lover who would worry when she didn’t appear at the borders soon, or maybe it was some sordid affair that she had going on – truth be told, Lucia had no idea what it could be, she didn’t know this female at all, so the thought passed as quickly as it came, and the ebony outsider’s mind went blank – empty and cold, just like everything else in the world that she called home.



Unaware for a moment of her own actions, Lucia displayed a look of confusion on her face when Layla stepped back. But, after reviewing the situation in her head, the memory of her growl rolled in from the sidelines. Removing the strange, almost surreal, look from her maw, the ebony female remained silent. She couldn’t think of anything to say on the matter – or more precisely, couldn’t be bothered to justify her actions. There was something dark stirring in the pit of the ebony predator, and eventually it would snap. She could feel it, but it wasn’t to be now, nor anytime soon. It would just grow, and grow – eat her like cancer from the inside-out. The day it erupted, would be hell on earth for the ebony female. She would just pray to whoever it was that watched over her (if anyone), and hope that nobody would be there to see it – especially those she cared about.



Realising that having been lost in thought, and almost re-enacting her thoughts in reality had scared the Dahlian female, Lucia couldn’t decide whether she should feel sorry or amused by it all. For now, she settled for an apologetic look on her face, and whether it had come across real or not, it didn’t matter to the ebony she-wolf. All she cared about for now, was not allowing her thoughts to possess her like that again. It concerned her when they did, for she felt she had very little control over it – and honestly, she didn’t have any control whatsoever. It was a deep seeded secret inside of her which sat in the driver’s seat, a separate entity which she would soon realize existed, but for now, it was just her mind; nothing more, nothing less.



Having settled for a blank canvass over her façade, it appeared it had not gotten the desired effect. Having wanted to remove tension, it seemed that Lucia had increased it. Layla seemed to be weighing up options in her head, seemed to be judging the situation as though Lucia would attack her. Lucia had no real intention of doing such a thing – after all, she was a torn soul. She had an angel and devil on each shoulder like everyone else, but hers, well… they just seemed to be on vacation a lot of the time. Lucia had to decide her own fate, make up her own mind, and despite the trouble it caused a lot of the time, now it seemed she had made the right choice. She would consider this wolf an acquaintance, more so than an enemy. She wouldn’t attack her, nor befriend her – it was neutral territory for now, unless of course, battles were to ensue between the two packs again. Then, she wouldn’t give a damn. She would slay her like the rest, having saved her life in the past or not.



It seemed like an age of silence between the two females. Neither seemed to want to speak, nor move from their positions. It was only when Layla spoke that Lucia felt a wave of relief over her. She had always hated awkward silences, and there was nothing more awkward than rival pack members conversing with one-another. Lucia had revealed her reasons for being in Inferni, had named her biggest sin – being in love with a coyote who meant ridding her of her chances of being something, or someone. She was just the outsider – the whore of the soldier. It was a permanent title, and it was something that bothered Lucia every day. It tore at the hinges of her sanity, and ate away at the last scraps of her stability like poison from a snake bite. But, in true wolf fashion, the ebony female kept her head high and took the beatings. She did it for love, not pride. And that, in a way, is what kept the Inferni wolf in reality. That alone stopped her from losing herself into the gates of madness – and allowed her not to fall down the rabbit hole into a whole different sort of Wonderland.



“It is a difficult situation.” The ebony female’s response was limited. She couldn’t think of anything else to say really. There were loads of things that could be said deep down, but bringing out the scars would reveal the fresher wounds, and as much as she enjoyed the pain, now was not the time – and this certainly wasn’t the best company either. Lucia couldn’t quite understand why she had divulged her personal life to this wolf in the first place, but in some weird sort of way, it had helped. Having an enemy listen to her, without laughing in her face, it felt good. It made a change from the bullies and bastards which seemed to fall in and out of Lucia’s life like raindrops from a storm cloud. She would often see their faces in her head, but the amount of them meant that names were no longer existent. They were the nameless, known only by the acts they had committed and the scars they had caused. Lucia was a wounded individual, and no doubt, that would be her downfall when the time came.



Having offered her help, Lucia waited patiently for the Dahlian to decide if it was a move she was willing to make, or if she wished to try and make the journey alone. Watching Layla hold her side, a stubborn tug filtered through her system – she wanted to just pick the frail woman up and carry her to the borders, just to get it over with and let someone else nurse her wounds, but she didn’t. Instead, she remained there silence and undisturbed in her thoughts. Glancing upward, trying to work out how much time was left of the night-time hours, Lucia hoped that a decision would come quickly. She was tired, worn down – all she wanted to do was find Snake and tell him how she felt, maybe share a moment or two before falling asleep with her back turned from him. They shared very few passionate moments, and even less general moments – they saw very little of each other these days, and it saddened her deeply. She guessed that Layla had someone special – and she could bet they had lots of precious moments, and tried to see one-another as much as possible. The jealousy was great, the resentment greater. She wanted what Layla had – she wanted what every other woman had. She wanted a proper relationship, and she wanted to feel like she meant something. All she felt like was the soldier’s prostitute – oh, why did she love him? All she did was hurt.



Finally, Layla spoke. Thankfully, the Dahlia woman had decided to accept Lucia’s help. It would mean the two of them could both get back to their packs quicker – though Lucia doubted they would receive the same welcome. Layla would probably get a warm, caring mate who would spend the night with her, telling her how much she meant to him, and seeing how many times they could lay with one-another before the sun come up, whilst Lucia – well… she would spend her night alone, curled up under some dying tree, smoking and drinking until she could barely breathe, and was too intoxicated too care. Her life was a misery, woe was her – she couldn’t care about anything anymore, and it was beginning to show more and more each day. She never slept, barely ate – she just wondered the land, thinking and wondering – meeting and greeting whoever came by – she was just a passing faze. She was forgettable, unworthy. She was Lucia Cabriel… she was nobody.



Holding the Dahlian upright, supporting her as they began their walk to the borders, Lucia felt a tingle in her spine. She shifted quietly, uncomfortably. There was a strange feeling overcoming the ebony female – it was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever at all. The feeling, though she would not name it, was the side-effects of being appreciated. Whether they were enemies or not, Layla had appreciated her help, and had thanked her for it also. Lucia didn’t know how to respond, thus had kept quite. But now, now she felt the need to say something. Glancing toward the stumbling woman who rested against her, Lucia’s toxic eyes flashed in the shadows that smothered them, and she smiled as best she could.



“Just don’t kick my ass too hard when Dahlia and Inferni clash again, eh?” It was a light-hearted joke, though in some ways, Lucia meant it. She was certain that if it came to the pack, this woman beside her could hold her weight in battle. Even though the bear had been a failure, it appeared that it wasn’t brawn that drove the injured she-wolf, but love. Love for her pack – and her pride. Lucia couldn’t relate, but had a rough idea of what that felt like. It was anger what fuelled the ebony wolf – anger and spite for everything happy. She didn’t experience that, and thus, the lack of it fuelled her fighting spirit. She was a good warrior, a brilliant soldier – she was just not the greatest companion… although, to be honest, neither was her lover. It was a complicated situation, and that was that. She left her thoughts there, and spoke once more – noticing how quickly they seemed to be getting to Dahlia. She had sworn it was a longer journey, but it was no matter. It just meant there was more time to get drunk when she got back to her home, if it could be called that anyway.



“Looks like we’re making excellent time…”
Her tone was flat, normal. There was little emotion, but her face revealed enough to make her momentarily readable. She seemed happy with the outcome – the company, though disturbing, had been nice, and the lack of confrontation had been better. It seemed strange that two completely different beings would communicate so well, but it had happened. It made Lucia consider her opinion on the Dahlian pack, but she wouldn’t change it yet. It would take more than one member to do that – but at least, in the long run, it was a start. Layla could hold that to her name anyway.



“…Got anyone waiting for you when you return? Someone special?”
She paused, a smile on her lips – it seemed unnatural, but genuine nonetheless. Sighing, her breaths heavy as she continued to support Layla through the thick shrubbery that led up to Dahlia’s borders, she spoke once more before going silent. She hadn’t meant to say it, but then again, she didn’t mind it either. It was a compliment, the first real one of the evening – and hopefully, it wouldn’t go the wrong way. She would just continue taking the woman home, and then drink herself into a stupor. She would forget this night ever happened, just like all the other nights that came and went. This was nothing special. This was just unfortunate. Yet, the only unfortunate thing was – she was lying. Lying to herself, lying in her mind; this night was special, it was something. And it wouldn’t be forgotten. Not now, not for a long time… if only she knew; it would save the heartache.



“He’s a lucky guy…”






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You get Layla's 100th post! Woot! Should we begin to wrap up this thread? I know it's short but yeah. What do you think? WC: 1,648 {10 points}

As Lucia was looking over the injured she wolf, Layla was looking over her as well. It seemed like the black wolf was trying to figure her out and the mistress was trying to do the same with her rescuer. Lucia was a mysterious person; she couldn't quite figure her out. From the look she was getting out of her eyes, she could see a hint of jealousy. Now why would she be jealous? The black and white she wolf was in pain, she too had a lover, and they were both members of packs. Was it because Lucia was treated as an outsider and Layla was not? That was the only explination she could think of. Why else would a wolf of a coyote pack be jealous of a wolf in another pack? If only there was some way that the mistress could help out the black she wolf. Clearly she needed a reward for this and she was bound to find some way to repay her rescuer in a positive way.

The other thing Layla couldn't figure out was the black she wolf's sudden change in mood. One moment she'd be feeling or acting one way and then a moment later it was like she was a totally different person. This may not be the case but she was sure something about the mistress was causing her to constantly change her mood. Before she was jealous and now she had just gone silent. It might have been her actions to move and return to her home, or was there some expression on her face that changed her mind otherwise? Whatever the reason, she tried not the make the situation any worse than it already was.

Although she was still in a bit of thought, she noticed Lucia put on an apologetic look on her face. So the black she wolf did seem to feel sorry for her, but there was something odd about her look. So after all this thought she was feeling sorry for her? There was just something about that thought that confused her. A soft sigh passed though her lips as she moved back to her thought. Why wouldn't she think that the Inferni wouldn't attack her. Bad relations normally meant the two packs hated each other and there was no way that she could trust Lucia just yet; however, if she was going to get home then she had to.

Silence had indeed taken over as it seemed Lucia was back in her train of thought, though it looked like there was a sliver of pain in her eyes. She had just told Layla everything. She told her her reasons for being in Inferni and how she felt about it. Although the mistress had mentioned something about this, it didn't seem to be working in her favor. Feeling an outcast was terrible so why would she put up with it? Sure she was in love with one of the coyote's but why put herself through the pain of being an outcast? The black and white she wolf could understand if she was allowed in and allowed to assend in the ranks. What she could not understand is how the Inferni pack could put her as an outsider and treat her as such. The idea of making up with Inferni was slowly slipping away from her mind seeing as they treated some others as lower than their own ranks.

Thankfully Lucia broke the silence in mentioning that it was a different situation. Different how exactly? How was feeling an outsider in this case feeling any different than an outsider in this case? If it was different to the black she wolf, then that was her interpertation of the situation; although, it still seemed the same to the mistress. Once she broke for her trance and looked over to her rescuer, there looked to be some relief in her expression. Relief? Now why would she feel relieved to be hearing something from an enemy. Oh was it perhaps that she never got this reaction from someone before? Were all the Inferni members just so wrapped up in their little coyote gang that they didn't care to help a wolf with her problems. This also begged the question to her if Lucia's mate even cared about her as much as she claimed to love him. If he loved her so much, wouldn't he be the one to sit down and talk to her about how she was feeling? So what if her lover was one of the coyotes and was loyal to the Inferni pack? Would he rather stay and be a part of the pack, or would he break away and take the time to figure out what was wrong with his mate? Mates sure were a hard thing to figure out. If Layla were in Lucia's position, she would have left the pack before the feeling got worse and would stop by to see her lover when she could.

In the moments that Layla was trying to make it back home on her own, she managed to catch a glimpse of Lucia off to the side and watching her. She didn't expect the black she wolf to offer her help seeing as she was from another pack, but who knew with her. From what she could gather, she could tell she too was questioning some things. That jealous look in her face returned as the mistress held her side. Unlike her, the black and white she wolf had someone to return to and someone who deeply cared about her and her well being. What seemed like was going on was that Lucia couldn't feel the love anymore from her mate. Surely there was the thought of her mate leaving Inferni to be with her, but judging from the fact that she was the one to join the pack, her mate was not going to leave. To the mistress, this was the classic argument over which was more important. Was his pack more important or was his mate more important? She sighed and moved back to her wounds as she tried to lick the blood off her muzzle while Lucia was stuck in thought.

Finally realizing that Layla would not be able to make sure that she was not going to make it home on her own, she accept the help of Lucia. While Lucia was adjusting her stance to help the mistress up. She could tell that it was a bit uncomfortable for the black she wolf and she felt a bit sorry. She tried to adjust herself as well so it wasn't too uncomfortable. She looked to Lucia as they began and gave a smile. ”Thank you for your help Lucia.” She fully appreciated the help the black she wolf was offering her. She could see the small smile coming to her rescuer's face and looked up to the sky. It was getting closer to night than she thought. They would have to get home soon or it would be a bit too dark to see.

Layla's ears moved as she heard Lucia's request about not kicking her ass the next time Inferni and Dahlia de Mai clashed. A soft sigh passed her lips as she looked back up to the sky. ”If only they weren't fighting in the first place.” It was this statement that brought back the she wolf's idea about trying to make up to the Inferni pack for whatever it was that Dahlia de Mai did to them. It would have to be Dahlia de Mai to make the first move because it seemed like Inferni was going to do nothing about the matter. She moved her head down and looked to the ground as they continued around. Silence seemed to return to the two wolves. Surely they were both lost in thought. Although the mistress did not know what the black she wolf was thinking about, she had a pretty good idea. While Lucia was probably thinking about her mate, Layla too was thinking about her's. She missed Saluce so much and couldn't wait to return to his arms once again. Hopefully he would be thankful to Inferni as well and wouldn't mind her journeying to their pack to speak with their leaders.

Layla moved her orbs from the ground back to Lucia as she mentioned they were making excellent time. It seemed they were and soon Layla would be home in no time to be with her love. The mistress couldn't help but count Lucia as one of her friends, even if she belonged to an enemy pack. The mood was actually quite pleasant and from the look on Lucia's face, she was actually enjoying herself a bit. A soft smile formed on the black and white she wolf's face as they continued along.

Layla looked to Lucia a bit confused as she asked if she had anyone special waiting for her. The mistress was sure she had mentioned the behemoth's name before but she said it again to make sure in case she really didn't mention him before. ”Yes, my mate Saluce will surely be waiting at home for me.” This night was not going to leave her head for a long while. This just proved that there were not only wolves out there who wanted to help, but that Inferni was not as bad of a pack as it seemed to be made out to be. Speaking of being a lucky guy, shouldn't Lucia's mate feel lucky? He should feel lucky that his mate loved him so much that she joined his pack and swallowed her pride to be labeled as an outsider. The black and white she wolf flicked her tail a bit as they got closer to Dahlia's borders. This was going to be a long night with Saluce, she could tell.

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