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Gabriel de le Poer · 04-05-2010, 04:32 PM

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You are not required to reply to this, but please feel free to do so. This is set for April 2nd, marking Gabriel's official territory movement.

Gabriel returned to Inferni reeking of smoke, exhausted and furious. He had slept, but the sleep had been poor and filled with fretful dreams. He made his way past the burnt territories and then towards the caves, where he let out a demanding call. The fire was a message, and one he could not ignore. As the coyotes trickled in, one after another, he could see the same wear on their faces as he assumed was on his own. Things could not stand like this. He would not allow it.

“The fire,” he began, his voice harsh. It was as if sandpaper had been run up and down his throat, breathing the smoke in. Presumably, it might have burnt them fully if not for being stopped by the stream nearby. “, was meant to destroy Inferni. We can’t live this close to them anymore. Move the skulls where I began marking the new borders.” He hesitated for a moment, tasted smoke on his tongue, and exhaled. “This can’t go on much longer. We’ll finish it soon, so keep yourselves safe.”

Fatin Kali · 04-05-2010, 05:02 PM

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The fires had come looking for her again. They had swept their way into her home, into their lands and they had come trying to find the flame kissed woman. She had ran, she had tried to escape and the stream had been the only thing to save her. Water, which she also hated. She hadn't slept the night before, and when Gabriel called them she was quick to answer the call.

Nervously she leaned against the wall watching the gathering as Gabriel spoke. Her attention turned to him, and she wondered what he even thought of her being there. He had been outraged when she had come back in the state she had before, but this time....this time the wear was worse and gave her lasting damage. The spear she had fashioned was clutched to her body as he said to protect herself, she certainly meant to.

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Hybrid Holocaust · 04-05-2010, 05:41 PM

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Hybrid’s silent support was all he could offer. Gabriel’s call brought him outside the caves, a short distance away from Hybrid’s own. The trek was short, which relieved him; he didn’t feel up to a long jog across the territory. For some reason, he felt incredibly tired, and had been trying to catch up on all of the sleep he’d missed over the past month. Agitation, perhaps, had denied him his rest; but he intended to reclaim it.

Hybrid arrived to see a rouge-hued woman standing near Gabriel. Hybrid did not recognize her, and for a moment, felt the familiar sting of jealousy flare up. He had intended to be the first one to arrive, and was disturbed to see that a new member had taken his place beside the Aquila. Although Hybrid was no leader of Inferni, he still felt his rightful place was beside the one he was sworn to protect. Halo had Kaena to guard, and Hybrid had always made Gabriel’s safety his own concern. Hybrid squashed his emotions, refusing to acknowledge them; he would just tough it out.

Hybrid inclined his head toward the Aquila as he spoke. Hybrid frowned at the tone (it was jagged and worn), but remained silent. He nodded his head once in agreement. Inferni had brandished fire as their weapon, but Dahlia de Mai resisted their attacks and countered by setting Inferni ablaze as well. It would be best for everyone if they moved away and put more distance between the two packs. Although this would promote peace – which was certainly an overrated concept; peace was only the lull between each war – Hybrid understood and respected Gabriel’s intentions. Gabriel concluded, warning Inferni to remain safe. Hybrid nodded one more time, letting his gaze sweep over the other members of the clan who had arrived. Remain safe (and win this war); those were the intentions.

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Cassius Arphralos · 04-05-2010, 06:23 PM

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Cassius didn't mind going very far when it came to meetings. It would be better if he wasn't so much of a hermit anyway. It got him out of the mansion at least. Adjusting his flannel again, he listened to Gabriel speak. He didn't know about the fires before, just that there was going to be a shift in territory. He nodded as the leader spoke, acknowledging every word. He looked at the others in the gathering. One of them was a firey colored woman he did not know, nor had he met before. The other was a male he saw at the last meeting, but he had never met him personally.

Shuffling a little more, Cass turned back to Gabe. We can’t live this close to them anymore. Move the skulls where I began marking the new borders. That was a given. Cass wanted to help with the moving of skulls, since he wanted to do a little more involving the war. He nodded again in Gabe's direction. This can’t go on much longer. We’ll finish it soon, so keep yourselves safe. Well, he'd been doing that, but in a more cowardly way. He didn't like it, but he absolutely wasn't battle worthy. He sort of wished he was, wanting to take more part in the fight. For now, he would just speak. "Y'all know we're all with ya every done step o' tha' way, Gabe." That was his two cents.

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Corona Lykoi · 04-07-2010, 12:05 AM

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They had been lucky, there wasn’t much doubting that. She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny it, but she wouldn’t count their blessings either. Inferni had such a long history with misfortune, even though it seemed that things hadn’t really started to roll until the years past. Things had mounted such an attack that it wasn’t too much of a surprise that someone had the gall to come after them. Dahlia de Mai was of course, that brave. They had always been that brave, from start to eventual finish. But she was so disengaged from the whole thing that her contributions meant nothing, her appearance there would do nothing more than serve that she was around.

But it wouldn’t go on for much longer, that she knew just as much as the rest of them did. Perhaps they were savage, but they exhausted quickly. They never stood under the gun for very long at all, they never quite pulled the trigger all the way either. At best, all of their actions accumulated into a wild game of Russian roulette. It was all click-click-click and no bang and those that died were bullets of sweat and fear. But it was remarkable just how easily the course of things changed. It was more like Inferni to set fire to things, more specifically like her family to be capable of such things, yet the fire had been turned on them.

Corona couldn’t decipher was exactly was going on in Gabriel’s head, though she tried. She tried very hard to consider what options he had, what he was planning, and what all of it meant for them in the long run. There was little doubt that whatever would happen would happen and it would soon be all said and done. Maybe whenever it all came to an end, it would be nothing more than a swift bang; a shot in the dark and a trail of dead. She had come to accept that it was the only way things would really end.

Rikka de le Poer · 04-08-2010, 02:30 AM

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That night she had heard her mother's yowl, had skulked from her cave and seen the deathly glow on the horizon. She hadn't had to guess if it were an accident, or who had started it. The moment she had seen that glow of all consuming flame fear had once again grabbed a hold on her heart. He was coming for them. For her, for her mother, for everyone. Rikka had hidden in her cave, body trembling in fear. She did not think she would survive this war, even if Inferni did. Of course Inferni would, some way or another. It always did. Rikka wasn't made of the same mettle as her brother though, or her mother, or really any of her family. Even if she had once been, it had leaked out of her, softened. She had been happy, even when she first came here, but now she was slowly dieing and decaying away.

The de le Poer heard Gabriel's call, and once again poked her head out of her solitary dwelling. She heard his words, but she did not join the gathering. They would only ridicule her. Call her weak. Call her a coward. Maybe they were right, but that didn't mean that she wanted to subject herself to their disapproving eyes. Dulled golden oculars looked only at the Aquila, her fingers nervously rubbing the puffy scar that encircled her arm. The only one that could get them out of this alive was Gabriel.

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Nala Garner · 04-10-2010, 10:04 PM

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While others had been in the path of the flames set by Haku, the young coyote had been far away, obliviously trying to find flowers in the city that he could bring back to make his tiny den look nice. Nala was very proud of himself for having helped Inferni in the war three times now. He had fought Myrtle, when the hybrid had come to Inferni's borders, and then he had gone to Dahlia de Mai and fought Fae, and then he had gone with Kaena and he had fought that lady with the puppy. He really felt like he was fulfilling his promise to Anselm that he would be useful, and that made him happy. He bet it would make Anselm happy, too, when he told him! That is, if he could ever even find him.

In all of his usefulness, Nala came across the little gathering accidentally, a mouthful of dried weeds and grass he considered pretty stuck between his teeth. Apparently he had missed a lot, and nobody looked very happy. Indeed, the one he had presumed to be his leader seemed the most unhappy. Dropping his beautiful plants from his mouth, the young coyote looked around, hoping that Anselm would be there. Nala had not seen him in a while, and he could never find him, either, because he was a pretty bad tracker.

Kaena Lykoi · 04-12-2010, 06:41 AM

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The previous night haunted her, and the hybrid woman could not help but feel that she had failed. Haku had been within her grasp—just outside of range of her claws he had danced, laughing his maddening laugh. That same sound had echoed through her mind all these many long nights, haunting after her as well as any ghost or demon. Haku still lived—she had failed. The laughter continued. She understood perfectly well what Vieira had spoken of when she stated that Astaroth and Sivaro laughed at her—but Haku was not dead. The chocolate-furred man still breathed, and still he chased her through her dreams, his toothy snarl filling her nightmares.

The call roused her from sleep, causing her to stir and roll over. Her yellow-golden eye opened slowly, and she came to blearily. She could still smell the smoke; it clung to the air even inside of her cave, stinking through the morning. The fire had burned through most of the night; even now the coyote woman did not know what had extinguished it. Maybe Dahlia's fire had simply failed them, maybe the fire had simply taken mercy on the Infernians—the silver-furred coyote did not know. It didn't matter—the previous night had seen only one casualty, a curious member of Dahlia de Mai, already heavily injured when the coyotes arrived.

The hybrid emerged from her cave slowly, heading toward the smell of the other canines. There was a fresh wound on her, a gouge torn across her right shoulder. It would heal, as all wounds eventually did, and it was not so deep as to pain her as she walked. At least there was some small pride in this—she bore wounds for Inferni, and there was no question of that. Her yellow-golden eye regarded Gabriel as he spoke, approving of the decision to shift their territory, of course—it was a tactical move and a smart one; with the mountain at their backs and the water to their front, they would be well-guarded. The northern borders had always been quiet; it was generally only the west and the south where they dealt with intruders. “He'll burn for this,” she said quietly, a sinister tone laced in her words. She meant them with every ounce of her being; he would pay for this, he would pay for Rikka, he would pay for everything, sooner or later. Inferni would hunt him down.

Snake · 04-12-2010, 05:21 PM

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Pain was an illusion in battle, but it was reality out of it. Snake came home slowly, trying not to think about it. His side was slick with blood, still bleeding, and his lungs ached with smoke and ash. But he hadn't expected to wander from the fire to another. After the fight, he had watched as everyone dispersed and went on his own. He went home, only to find the Landfill in flames. He sat on the outskirts, watching as it burned. It was then that he felt something profoundly different, something that he had never really felt before. It was an aching, but one within, somewhere in his chest. His heart? But he had no heart, and he certainly wouldn't bury it in this dump.

And yet he had. Over the months, the Landfill had become the home that New Haven could never have been. And now it was gone. He realized with a panic that his things, his knife and gun, were in his car. They were in the glove compartment. That ache again, it resounded in his chest like cannon fire. He didn't have many things in this world, but the few he had were precious to him. And it seemed that he may have lost them.

The fires died down in the night, becoming little more than a glow in the morning. Snake had gathered the energy to shift, assuming his bipedal form before wandering not the junkyard. He made his way through the ash and soot to his car, his den and home. It was scorched, the metal coated with grime and the plastic melted completely. He looked to where the glove compartment was, amazed to find that, after prying the softer part of the door away, the two weapons were inside. They were coated with filth, but they were still there. The coyote breathed a rare, emotional sigh, taking them.

But this was no home anymore. He started to walk slowly back towards Inferni when the call came out, from his Aquila. The Hydra came to it as quickly as he could, though he couldn't manage more than a swift walk. His side was unbandaged, the blood dark and dry. He finally came to the caves where everyone was meeting. Snake's olive eyes were downcast as Gabriel gave them their instructions. He nodded silently, turning and walking back towards the old borders. He would do as Gabriel asked, despite the pain. The fiery pain in his torso, the ache of his heart. He would have to find another den and that was resentful for him. Perhaps he wasn't meant for one, a home.

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Silas Agata · 04-19-2010, 08:29 PM

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The smell of ash still clung to the air, and it seemed as if the Russian could not shake the taste from his mouth. When Gabriel’s call had reached him, Silas had set out immediately to find the others of Inferni coming together to hear what their Aquila had to say. It was clear that the war had taken a toll on many, and Silas could only speculate on the internal tear each of them faced with the decisions they came to act upon throughout their daily lives. Inferni and the war it was part of had changed Silas, both inside and out. He didn’t doubt the others felt the same.

Both blackened ears turned to catch Gabriel’s words, and Silas stood in silence as he listened to the few words muttered by other’s in response. No utterance of his own could offer any comfort, so he kept his muzzle shut. The ruby princess was nowhere to be seen causing an unusual discomfort in the boy’s gut. Though the fire had claimed part of their lands, Inferni was resilient. With Gabriel’s orders to relocate, Silas set his icy gaze out for their piked borders, ready to reclaim their morbid decorations in order to redefine the clan’s lands.

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