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I'm sure you guys are sick of these by now, but yaaaay the war is done. :] After a round of boring meeting stuff we'll have a hunt and then feast because Inferni is awesome and to get everyone's last war-killing urges out.
There had been a muted disbelief when the boy, scarcely older then his own son, had come to Inferni’s borders and formally ended the war. Haku had been dethroned by his own pack, as Anselm had predicted. That disbelief had turned into a much stronger fury, for Gabriel had wanted to rip the beast’s head from his shoulders and destroy everything in his way. Still, he had realized what this meant. The war was over, and Haku no longer had the protection he had clung to. His rage had faded into a predator’s cold calculation, and when the boy had left, Gabriel had gone and gathered his council.
He had explained this to his mother and cousin, and they had been thrilled that the war ended. Anselm more then the other two; almost immediately after this he had told the pair he needed to step down as a leader. Reasons explained, Gabriel had accepted the news without any grief. The trio had gathered outside of the caves, and Gabriel had called the clan. Slowly, a much smaller group arrived. They had lost many, and this stung a part of Gabriel that would not show. Still, he understood the nature of war. Sacrifices had to be made.
“As of today,” he began. “The war is over. Dahlia de Mai has overthrown Haku for us. There is to be no further conflict between us. However,” the Aquila’s face turned dark, and a low rumble echoed his words. “Haku Soul is still alive. He is no longer protected by his pack, but you are not to underestimate him. If he comes here, we will take him as a group.” Three times now, Gabriel had failed. Kaena had failed twice. If these two could not destroy the monster, no one could alone. The shadow fell from his face, and a glance was spared to the golden hybrid at his side. “Anselm has stepped down as our Optio, and resumed his position as Caelum.” Satisfied that everything had been covered, he looked to the clan without the weight that had been weighing him down for what felt like eternity. Gabriel’s ears turned forward, and his face silently asked if anything more needed to be said.
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His hand had finally come around to healing, since he had been taking it easy with the using of it. He had been perch upon his steed at the time he had received the yowl that had called the pack to meeting...Again. Cotl wasn't social enough for all of these meetings, and he was already beginning to twitch about having to gather yet again. The first time he had been called for the yotes to gather was the one he had ignored. He had been too busy messing with the borders, trying to get the borders to look better than they did after the countless attacks on the skulls that he had helped put up anyways. Cotl sometimes wondered if they understood how hard it was for a yote that was smaller then the branches that he pulled down for the perches for the skulls to rest on. They obviously didn't if they kept on smashing the skulls and perches at the border instead of actually coming onto the borders and seeking a yote to fight. Cotl perfered that they not messed with the borders, but then again, the Dahlians were probably too cowardly to actually do something on the borders. Besides, you know, burning the landfill. The Dahlians just took the idea of the Infernians. Stupid copy-cats.
Cotl was one of the first to show, besides the trio of leaders. Him sitting upon his large steed that had rose him to heights taller than the leaders. They didn't seem to mind when he was on the horse, so he didn't bother to dismount. Cotl nodded his head to each of the leaders. He didn't fail on twitching abit as all of the others showed up, his throat clearing every once and awhile. Eventually, everyone came, his brother among the ranks, which to him, was exciting because his brother had been having a disappearing act to where he would not come back to the room. It was out of his character, and Cotl could only assume that something was wrong with the male, either that, or he has been working his ass off on something.
Once everyone was here, the Aquila spoke. “As of today, The war is over. Dahlia de Mai has overthrown Haku for us. There is to be no further conflict between us. However, the male started, pausing for a moment. Then continued with: Haku Soul is still alive. He is no longer protected by his pack, but you are not to underestimate him. If he comes here, we will take him as a group. Cotl's twitched, his throat letting out a "NYEH" sound. Cotl did not speak though, not having much to say. The Aquila went on. Anselm has stepped down as our Optio, and resumed his position as Caelum. so now his drug dealer was a few ranks below the Imaginifer. Like it meant anything. Cotl looked around at all of the faces to see what the reactions were. His eyes landed on his brother's opposite eyes that had been searching for Cotl's face for quite some time now. Cotl stared at the look on his brother's face, the happy grin that meant that he was glad the war was over. The grin disappeared slightly because of the look on Cotl's face that was emotionless. Truth be told, Cotl didn't know how he felt about the war being over. It seemed like it was so short. He'd never imagine a war being over so simply like this.
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He came when he was called, ever-so-conveniently in the area at the sounding. Much had dwelt on his mind for days on end; whether he was a Lykoi any longer, a piece of Inferni, even a coyote. Not once did he question the affection Mother Earth nor his blood mother had for him, for Razekiel knew he was a treasured gem in the eyes of both. The coyote had been smoking something and still it rested at his lips, but his emotions and thoughts were in order. His half-brother, one of so many, had called him and he was quick to respond -- or quick in his own mind, as his stride was wobbly and slow as always. In whatever time he was allowed he got there, plopped down somewhere in the back, and breathed and reeked of the silly stick in his mouth.
A wide, pleasant grin formed at his lips the moment news of an end to war was announced. What a wonderful day that was, that the two packs could finally return to peace! His chest swelled with contented, honey-sweet warmth; his protesting, his arguments for love and peace had finally broken through. It was a relief to know Inferni was capable of finding peace, even if that period did not last necessarily long -- even Razekiel was aware how liable the coyote clan was for argument and conflict.
He had never met Haku and still knew far too little to care for the faceless name. The coyote's ear flicked at the mentioning of Anselm, but a switch in ranks was more fortunate than the Caelum's altogether disappearance. When Gabriel finished, the hippie simply shrugged, breathed into his joint, and allowed the smoke to filter through his toothy smile. "Groovy," was all the useless creature could offer.
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Her voice never rose whenever the coyote clan gathered. The leaders spoke, the members commented and Halo Lykoi stood in the back with her ruby gaze obediently grazing the ground as the voices carried words with meaning to her oversized ears. Her dark auburn hair was gently ruffled by the faint breeze. She still could smell ash, would smell it for days, weeks and months to come. War was ugly and she had not managed to fall in love with it. Her world was a mess of reality and fiction and Halo was not the creature she had wished to be. She was a warrior and had shallow lines to prove for her that she had been an active soldier of Inferni. There were no scars though, her skin was healing wonderfully. She loved Kaena and every knotted witness of cruel deeds that was portrayed all over her body, but her own body was still smooth and beautiful. She was ashamed because she was relieved. Did this mean she still was the shallow girl from the past, love of war and death subtracted?
She dreamt of icy blue to dull the red flames. She did not know who she was and her own grandmother had looked at her with murder in her lonely eye. Halo had been wrong to keep the woman from certain death by the hand of Haku. Kaena’s disappointment and that horrible look in her eye when she had turned to her grandchild wanted to crush her. Strange, to be so soft yet so cruel. The ruby eyed woman held that life dearly, but had she ruined Kaena by denying her vengeance when the bloody beast had been within reach? She wished her bullets had dug deeper and found the madman’s heart. Demons never seemed to die easily. What a pity.
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The war was over.
It was over, and he still swaggered across the earth, still alive and breathing .
The hybrid woman was not at ease with this cessation of hostility. The danger had not yet passed if Haku was still alive—just because all of Dahlia would not be gunning for their blood did not mean that they were safe. It just meant that the chocolate-furred man's forces had decreased a little bit, but there was nothing to stop him from recruiting others to the cause—nothing at all. The silver-furred canine knew just how persuasive he could be, remembering the glittering sky-colored eyes peering at her from shadow from the first time they'd met. They seemed almost kindly then, though it sent creepy chills up and down Kaena's spine to think of Haku in such a way.
Anselm's withdrawl from the Legatus ranks had come as a surprise to Kaena—she had never considered the pressures of war and leadership might come creeping up on him faster than they would her. Even so, the hybrid woman would not hold it against him—he was not leaving, and he would remain within Inferni. He just needed time to himself, was all—and Kaena could certainly understand time needed to recover. Inferni had survived before him, though, and it would survive still with her and Gabriel at the helm alone. They still had Anselm's eyes and ears to rely on, too—he remained in the ranks, taking up his old position.
As Gabriel's call went up and the coyotes began to gather, the silver furred woman withdrew into thought, contemplating this end to the war. She had not imagined it would end this way—she saw Dahlia falling, Haku's body strung across the trees, his chocolate-colored hide hanging as a terrible reminder to the rest of the world what happened when they messed with Inferni. This was not the end Kaena had wanted. Her sable-furred ears were pricked forward as Gabriel addressed the coyotes, her single yellow-golden eye focused over on Halo. She would be dead now if it was not for the girl—and though there was some resentment in Kaena for being denied her vengeance, certainly, she was not blind to the fact that she had been saved.
Usually the coyote woman had nothing to say at meetings such as this—she had never been particularly good at addressing others as a group, and it made her almost nervous to do so. “The war is over, but the danger is not past us yet,” she stated simply. “Not as long as Haku lives,” the silver-colored canine added. None of Inferni could become complacent now; they had to remain vigilant and protective of their own, now more than ever—maybe pack life was the last tether to his sanity, and maybe now he would not care at all what happened to him. This was certainly a possibility; the scarred canine knew very well what a general disconnection could do to the mind. She had spent many months alone throughout her life, and it was never easy on the sanity.
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There was no glory in war. Snake knew that. It ended with a word and a handshake and there was nothing more to it. There was no meaning, there was nothing. You were left with nothing, even for those lucky enough to be left with their lives. It started for nothing and it ended with nothing. Now he was out a den, his body—his temple and his weapon—was marred and his mind was cold and still and his chest ached, right where he imagined his heart should be. But this was what he was meant for. He was a soldier, cut from the threadbare fabric of childhood to be as he was. He could take this and continue on without any visible difference in his demeanor. But it didn't mean he felt nothing. Or, rather, he did feel nothing, and that was the frightening part. Snake felt empty, hollow and used. But the future was always a mysterious beast.
He half-listened to what Gabriel said, finding it hard to concentrate. Someone had been here to spell out the peace terms. So, Dahlia had overthrown their own king in an attempt for equilibrium. Something in that went against his own moral fiber, but he didn't think too much on it. Perhaps it was just that he had never imagined anyone standing against their fears. No one would dare lift a claw or blade to Patriot, and yet Haku Soul was routed from Dahlia de Mai.
But he was still out, alive and perhaps plotting. Kaena was right—there would be no peace until his twisted soul had been torn from his body. But Snake had a hard time motivating himself to go out in a party to do so. He would do so under duty and question. He never had a personal opinion in the matter. The happening of Anselm stepping down from leadership was a little more interesting, though he assumed that it was understandable. Such power was a thorny thing.
His arms crossed across his bandaged chest, Snake looked to the faces of those around him. Some were still vengeful, others reflecting relief and positive thoughts for the future. As for this stoic Hydra, there was nothing on his face. It reflected what was inside.
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[html] Hybrid was silent, but the rage still coursed through his veins. It was a fire that threatened to consume him, like the many fires had consumed the land before him. He would not be quelled by Gabriel's attempts of peace. He had tried before, and it had made no difference. A second war had followed, and there was no way to certainly prevent a third (or cause a third). Perhaps, if Hybrid was fortunate, Haku would rally new troops and attack again. Or, perhaps, Haku could try to attack and be sorely defeated. Hybrid did not know if he wanted Haku to live, but as long as he was alive, things were interesting. Life was interesting, and the fire coursed on.
Gabriel's comment about Anselm fell on unconcerned ears. Anselm's departure from the leader ranks made no difference to Hybrid. While Hybrid fancied himself to be Gabriel's right-hand man, he knew he lacked the authority to truly act on his own, in Gabriel's word. He had no ambitions for leadership, and position of Optio was better suited to the shadowy de le Poer. All that mattered was bloodshed. Kaena spoke soon enough, his voice full of concern and worry. They were only foolish fears. As long as Haku was alive, Hybrid could continue his war against the wolves. He would continue it even when the ex-Dahlian died — for it was inevitable — but while he was alive, Hybrid could grin through the blood. Like the other three, he would miss this war.
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It was over. No more war.
Or so, it was said.
The young Equites knew better though, even if he hadn’t been part of the clan long. As long as that monster was still out there, living and breathing in the chaos and destruction that solely fueled him, the coyotes of the clan would not be able to rest easy. At least, not entirely.
Still, there was some sense of relief in the Russian as he looked over the now familiar faces of the clan. He had yet to get to know many of them on a personal level, but still held on to them as an extension of his family. During the war, though mostly standing behind Inferni’s borders, he had fought for them. The blood that had been split by his hands had been to keep these members safe. And though Silas was not one for murder, he’d dutifully kill again if that meant keeping those he cherished safe.
Though Gabriel’s words reached him and sunk in, it was hard for Silas to find much concentration. Instead, his gaze had traveled idly to locks of deep auburn and he found his mind trailing. Anselm would be stepping down from leadership, but all was well. Son and mother made a perfect duo to keep the clan on course, and Silas didn’t doubt they would prosper. A small shift in territory wouldn’t slow them any – the clan had picked up right where they had left off. And now. Well, now there was some sense of peace. At least, as much peace as the clan could ever expect.
Silas could only hope that they found that madman soon. It broke his heart to think that that monster could be creeping into the dreams of Inferni’s sweetheart.
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Haruhi was alone in her den and minding her own business. For some, it would be boring. But not her, she was fine with it. She was too shy to simply go around and meet everyone. Her face didn't show much emotion. It was quite emotionless and made her appear as though she didn't care about anything. She didn't smile much and felt nervous around others. She felt she wasn't much of good company.
It wasn't long before she heard a call. Leaving her den in her Optime form, she headed out. The call was close so she didn't have to go far since she lived in the caves. When she arrived there were many there. Well, to her it was many. Being the shy and quiet one, she stayed in the back. She didn't know many. She tried not to look at anyone. It would make her even more nervous than she already was. She sat Indian style and fidgeted with her fingers.
Soon, the meeting began. One of the leaders spoke some news. The war was over. She was quite pleased with this fact. No more deaths and no more people getting hurt. She was glad she wasn't one of them. She wasn't much help but even if she tried, it would still be the same. Though she was happy the war was over, her expressionless face did not expose this fact. She frowned slightly, however, when she heard that Haku was still out there. She would surely try to avoid him, though she had never met him before. Needless to say, she wasn't very familiar with how he looked.
A familiar name was spoken next. Anselm. She remembered him when she first came here. He was the one who accepted her. He was stepping down from his rank. She couldn't help but wonder why but remained quiet. Her mind traveled back on Haku. She really hoped that he was found soon.
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[html] While the war with Dahlia de Mai was over, Corona knew that the true war was far from over. At that point in time, she knew that there would be another. It was foolish to think otherwise; she had been raised partially with the knowledge that it would always be there. Peace was a pipe dream. If war did not exist between two creatures, then it existed within the self, and it was with the latter in which she was most familiar with. She lingered on the fringes of the congregation, sticking to staying out of sight and mind for the better part. It wasn’t so much that she had no care for what her brother said, it was really quite the opposite. But she felt that it was more show than anything, more to warn them that they weren’t out of the woods.
Which was just as much of a sentiment echoed by her mother than anything else. When Kaena spoke up, her attention diverted cleanly to her, still finding the crisp tone hard on her ears. For the longest time she had been certain that her mother was gone, either dead or never to return, yet she was very much alive and there in the flesh. Very much still the woman that she knew her to be, a mother first and foremost, and yet a protector and a fierce one at that. Age may have tinged her now, just as it had begun for some of her oldest children, but they were by no means to be put down yet. In that regard, they were very much like Haku. But there was the confidence and arrogance to back their name and their clan, and she knew that in time they would either run him out or crucify him with gas cans and matches.
Regardless of blood, fire ran like gasoline in their veins.
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Everyone is awkward and quiet, and Gabriel dismisses them. For the time being, it seems like Inferni will have peace, at least for a little while.
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