wait for the clouds to break.

Kaena Lykoi · 03-14-2010, 07:26 AM

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Backdated to maybeee... February 29? :o Is okay? ((337))

Night had fallen over the land, but the silver-furred coyote lingered about the western border still, too anxious to head home for the night's sleep. She wondered if there were others out here tonight; the coyote woman did not think that all of Inferni slumbered. Certainly as large as they were, she was not alone here. That gave her confidence; it was a woeful thing that the silver-furred hybrid had barely dared to travel past the coyote lands' borders since the second attack on her life by Haku Soul, the more scarring one. The knotty lump of pink tissue low on her neck was nothing compared to the wound he'd inflicted during their second encounter.

Even so, such timidness was understandable—she'd traveled to Halifax again only with the company of three other coyotes, two of which were excellent fighting stock. The third would have had to been protected, but still. The silver-furred coyote didn't think there was any danger at all in that, not with a contingent of herself, Anselm, Snake, and Vieira. Beyond that, she'd been only to the mountains and the woods immediately surrounding Inferni; roaming beyond that was seemingly beyond her. Theoretically the northlands would be safe; Drifter Bay and the tiny village way up on the northern point. Sometimes she wished Inferni would move there and get the hell away from all of the wolves; she knew they would not. They were deeply rooted were they were, and she did not blame the others' attachment to this land. It was different for her—to Kaena, Inferni might always be a tiny spit of sand and a strip of forest.

That was all ash now, and the hybrid sighed, her single eye gleaming as she scanned the forest. It was the no-man's-land, the most dangerous place of all. She did not doubt there were attackers and enemies lurking there; she wondered what madmen Haku had recruited to his cause. The hybrid remained seated where she was, her halfling form hulking rather than hiding beneath a dead tree. She was still other than the slight movements of her ribs and an occasional blink, always scanning the woods for movement, noting all of it. Dahlians were not below swooping in during the dead of night.

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Semyon Terho · 03-28-2010, 06:51 AM

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I'm very sorry, but at least I <3 you! Backdating is fine I was a wee bit uncertain how to write his coming up, hope this works!
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He'd donned his full armor today, as he did most days. Leather shielded his thighs and upper arms from teeth and blades and claws. A leather belt offered some protection as well, but mainly it was the leather it kept in place that would be his savior in a battle. It was a good thing, to protect one's organs. He'd seen the spill out of opponents, and he knew the crucial points to wound someone. He did not know which of these things did what, nor did he cared when he devoured pray or slew an enemy; he just knew they were important, and in some cases tasty. Not that he'd ever eat a canine; he was not savage. His legs carried his bulky form with ease across the landscape, huddled and alert as he crept closer to his enemies' lands. One obligation, he had now, and it was to aid Haku Soul in his war against these creatures. He did not mind, nor did he care; war was his profession, and if that was his payment for being allowed to stay and heal, then it was no different than trading in food, or offering other kinds of... services.

Semyon held the sling in his hand, with a stone already in it, as he moved forward. He did not smile; why should he? He was at work, and he took his job very seriously. He knew nothing of the conflict, and this was good. He didn't want to know, nor did he care. If he knew, he might start caring, and he would risk being unable to do his job. That would be the worst situation imaginable, for he was always keen to fulfill promises, and was very proud in all he did. He would not intentionally bruise his pride, and so he never asked who had done what, or who was the bad faction. Nothing of it mattered to Semyon, and now, on his mission to retrieve information, maybe even a prisoner, he was dead cold. His nostrils flared momentarily as he halted; one scent distinguished itself from the mass of scents that made up the clan's common marking. And she was not far from here. He crouched further, looking ahead, sniffing the air more eagerly to pinpoint her location. With his sling at the ready, he slowly snaked his way through the landscape. One little stone on the head, and he had his prisoner; it was that easy.

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Kaena Lykoi · 04-10-2010, 06:58 AM

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Maybe he could shoot a rock at her and miss, graze her shoulder or something? :O She can be like "WTF OW WHO'S THERE" and spot him, then they can do their verbal threat thing and so forth. ^^

The ash-colored canine had not done enough for the war efforts. The squabbles in the forest, the border patrol, it was nothing—but she got the distinct impression Gabriel did not want her on the front lines. He had sent Halo to protect her, and if she had been less trusting of the Aquila's instincts and more sensitive she might have even been offended that he thought such a gesture was necessary. But it was for those reasons the Centurion did not doubt her son; the silver-coated woman would not raise a direct question to his actions or the motivations behind them.

The still night was a cool comfort; it was not yet warm enough for the world to blossom into greenery, but the deeper freezes of winter were over. If they got snow, it would be light and it would not remain more than a day or so. The blizzards and frost of the middle of winter were long gone, and soon spring would arrive. The air was blowing her scent away, but as she was within the clan's lands she was not afraid of this. It just made it more difficult to detect attackers—and the last thing Kaena expected was a projectile. The silver-furred coyote was not used to such implements of warmaking; she was used to facing her enemy head on, teeth bared and claws at the ready. She moved, shifting along the border to settle down again, peering forward into the shadows.

Semyon Terho · 04-18-2010, 11:31 AM

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Yar, that works! I'm thinking the cloth of his sling will break as he tries to throw a second stone, otherwise it'd be way too easy for him to take her out or hurt her before she's able to reach him. Yarp? You can have her charge him if you want, but he has a sword/knife-thinger :/
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Scented boundaries could not stop him. What good was such a line if there were no one here to watch it? The system had flaws, and this was child's play to the warrior. He had fought many wars in many places, some in cities that made good use of human constructions to keep outsiders out. Some in cities where they constructed such things themselves. This wasn't even a city, but a mere... dwelling. Pathetic, and easy to penetrate. No easier than Dahlia de Mai or any of the other packs, he was sure, but still. He could not imagine how individuals felt their children could be safe within such weak defenses. Even if there had been someone patrolling these stretches of land, they could do little if he was able to simply step across it and into their lands in the first place.

He moved sideways, long legs stretching ahead of him as he moved almost in a crouched position, one hand raised with his sling at the ready. Soon, he spotted her; sooner than he'd expected. His eyes locked onto her with deep focus and he moved further, aiming to place himself behind the trunk of a small tree. The raised sling begun to move and the stone spun faster and faster around, charging it for the journey it would take from his sling to her skull. As soon as he had reached that speed, his hand let go of the one part of the cloth that kept the stone in place, and it flew towards the seemingly unsuspecting femme. His own form was crouched behind the tree's trunk now, and he watched the course of his weapon as it flew toward her while placing another stone in his sling. Even if it didn't hit her on he head to knock her out, it would still bloody hurt, not to mention shock her. The next stone would take her out if he was unlucky with this one, he was certain, and his arm moved as he begun to spin his sling again.

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Kaena Lykoi · 04-20-2010, 06:49 AM

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This works?

The night was cool and quiet. It was the clear sort of night where even the shadow of the moon was visible, a clearly gray circle highlighted against the deep navy of the sky. It was only a crescent moon, and the deep shadows of the night obscured vision. The hybrid's head twisted slowly back and forth, unexpecting, quiet and still—without warning, pain exploded on her shoulder, and she yelped, falling backwards. She was back on her feet in an instant, springing up from the ground—only not. Setting the foot attached to the shoulder that had been struck on the ground sent sparks of pain through her leg and made her woozy; instead she stood with it hovering above the ground ever so slightly, trying to give the appearance she was still standing strong. A dull throbbing had begun in the hybrid's leg, and she snarled silently in pain, her lips writhing and her single remaining eye burning into the shadow.

“Come out, Dahlian! Fight like the wolf you are,” she growled into the empty night, still unable to see her attacker. Panic rose in her throat and she shrank back, low to the ground, trying to obscure herself from sight. “Do you even know who—what—you're fighting for?” she asked the shadows, growling softly. No doubt Haku had corrupted this one's mind—but the silvery coyote figured her only chance would be to try and talk her way out of this one. WIth the thudding hurt in her leg, the silvery hybrid could hardly take a step, let alone fight and enjoy a victory.

Semyon Terho · 04-27-2010, 06:38 AM

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Yar!
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The stone struck, and she was quick to discover the direction he had thrown it from. He smiled as he realized, eyes glowing with the lack of light, that she only had one orb to see with. This was child's play. He did not smile because he was evil, but because this was surprisingly easy. Soon, he'd be on his way. Surely, Haku would be able to utilize a prisoner of war to his benefit? The warrior continued to crouch and put another stone into his sling. She did not move and he couldn't tell exactly where he had hit her. Still, she was not looking as if she intended to actually look for him; she was taunting him, trying to lure him out of his hiding place. Well, it would not work, and he did not reply. It didn't really matter, though she was an excellent target, now. Soon, she'd be unconscious, and he would deliver her back in Dahlia de Mai. And then; freedom. The sling spun with faster and faster above his head, and he didn't doubt for a second that she could hear it once it reached a certain speed. But, as he got ready to release the stone on his enemy, the cloth broke free altogether, and half of his sling flew in a direction completely off, taking the stone with him. Semyon snarled loudly, not doubting for a second that she had seen it fly. He rose from his hiding place and the moon quickly illuminated his form where he stood, reaching for the blade in his belt. They were far from each other, but he would be prepared if she charged him. The warrior had no intention of charging her, however; his original plan had failed. He hadn't come here to kill her, after all, but capture her. He would have to improvise. No words, but a deep, threatening growl came from his throat as he started to move sideways, seemingly around her, but an inch closer with every step.

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Kaena Lykoi · 05-10-2010, 05:12 AM

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Faiiiil. ;;

Pain still thudded through the sable-furred woman's leg, radiating outward from the spot where the wolf had hit her with that rock. A distinctive whirling sound filled the air, though the hybrid did not identify it as the sling again until it was too late. The sound of the thing sailing through the air sent her to her belly, though she winced and grimaced at the sudden motion as well as placing her weight on the injured limb, but the sound of impact was very far away, and a loud growl brought her standing back up again, curiously peering into the night. Had he broken that weapon? “Bad luck, neighbor!” the hybrid shot into the darkness, her single eye still searching for movement. She could hear him, but she could see only the shifting shadows of night—there! The glitter of an eye had given him away, and she bared her teeth at that spot, growling still. “Come on, Dahlian. Your monster-leader wouldn't be pleased with this,” she shot, still taunting, still intent on trying to keep him at bay with her words for the moment, at least until her leg felt good enough to limp away, deeper into the territory. All muliebrity had drained from her; in its place was a frothing, snarling demon, yellow eye sparking hatred toward the shadowed form of the creature who had hit her.

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