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• Character Name: Sepirah Jendayi Lykoi
• Character Birthdate: 4 September 2009
• Luperci: Ortus
• Species: Jackal-Coyote hybrid
• Gender: Female
• A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M).
AIM: OrinTakekuro
MSN: TessaTeardrop@hotmail.com
E-Mail: Nuki@solacerp.net
WC 652
 Night engulfed the sky and the great moon shone her magnificence from center-stage, blotting out the pitiful stars that failed miserably, try as they might, at matching her radiance, and burning back the wisps of clouds that dare obstruct her view. The moon’s splendor reflected deep within a pair of slanted, almond-shaped eyes that reverentially gazed upon her, envied her for her leisurely walk among the heavens while she herself was hereupon the physical plain. Jealousy could be an ugly thing, especially when spitefully secreted away in a goddess’s heart, but Sepirah would not deny to herself how she felt. Quickly, though, the sensation washed away as she reminded herself of her purpose. She had a duty here, and had chosen this life and this body as her tool, and this purpose reminded her of her swelling sense of pride.
Lifting her head up high, she nodded respectfully to the great deity she looked upon, and then broke her stare for more pressing matters. This body was still young and in spite of herself she was unable to fully overcome the immaturity of its mind as well, and as such could not continue to survive in this foreign place alone. She knew of her lineage and of the proud, red blood that had borne this body, and she knew that if the fates would have her in this land, to her stalwart ancestors she would go. With her father incapacitated by psychosis, her mother doting on his every need determined to nurse him back to health, and her wayward siblings divided, now roaming this new land each separate and alone, she had but one place to go to, one Soul to seek; the living mother of this bloodline, Kaena Lykoi.
It troubled her endlessly that her siblings had separated. Together, they were a small clan of gods, and she believed that they could only realize their full power when banded together. They had been birthed together, to this royal bloodline, and on the night of the full moon for a purpose - a fact that they could not disregard, and their kinship should not be disrupted. Certainly as they aged each child began to form their own agenda, some which may pitch them apart in the future, but she only saw this as a tribulation that was the result of these bodies, and one that, as gods, they would overcome. Or perhaps this was their trial, only come earlier than she had expected? No matter, they would be rejoined again soon; she could feel it coursing in her blood.
Steeling herself, she brought her thoughts back to the present. She fast approached her destination and it would do well to be wary now, for these were the distinctive borders of the Inferni territory. Her eyes scanned the incredible markers; stanchions of macabre décor forewarned the unsought trespasser, punishment and death awaited the adversary who crossed these lines uninvited. It was here her four paws stopped, comprehending the strict caveat these beacons bespoke. One last survey of her surroundings proffered no shadows of silent sentinels, so she tipped her head back and yipped her presence. Despite her gravity, her voice was youthful and told of her young age.
As she awaited a greeting, she shrugged off the small shoulder-pack fashioned from camel skin, designed to be donned in her quadruped form and easily shouldered in Optime. Something slithered around her forepaws as she nosed at the flap, but she knew full well what it was and only regarded it long enough to give it a threatening glare, wordlessly warning the viper to keep its venomous little nose back and not cause alarm. Opening the satchel, she retrieved the offering she had stored within, and turned her attention back to the borders, eyes scanning the shadows of dusk as she eagerly awaited discovery, hoping that the night would deliver her the Soul she sought.
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The scarred hybrid had always been a fan of the night. She was not purely nocturnal, though she had entertained periods in her life where she was awake almost exclusively at night. Her sleeping patterns were truly erratic at best, though, and they had always been—sometimes she was given to sleep through most of the day and awaken at sundown, other times she would awaken at the crack of dawn. It was a wild swing; there was no generalized time she preferred to sleep. Since the encounter with Haku some months ago, the silvery coyote had been primarily nocturnal—daylight seemed too bright, exposing her flaws and wounds for the whole rest of the world to see.
It was nearly a year since she'd been back, now, but it felt like she had never left. The Malai canines were a distant memory, a dream—she might have imagined them. The silvery coyote had been attacked in October. That still felt like just yesterday—the war was a blur and it was useless, fruitless war. What had Inferni done save pester Dahlia de Mai while Haku had lead it? Thirty canines strong and they weren't even able to severely damage the pack. Most of the canines that had joined their ranks during that time were gone. The few good among them were dead. Hezekiah was dead, and the silver-shaded hybrid lamented this death. She had possessed high hopes for the canine, who had scarcely the time to grow up before he was whisked away to the afterlife.
Even so, the scarred canine could not lament too much. She had lost only Samael, and since the arrival of Mkhai, she knew him to be alive. He was somewhere, he was sick—the shaded coyote did not know where and even if she did, she knew nothing that would save him. Kaena was useless with anything medicinal, and she would only do more harm than good. The borders called her, and the silvery hybrid made her way from the caves where she lived to the outskirts of Inferni, walking quickly as she went. She was expecting more to enter their midst—strangers always entered Inferni in waves, many of them tumbling in at once and then none forever. It was some time before the sable canine detected a strange scent on the borders, and the coyote eased along its trail, her nose lifted to better seek it on the wind.
It was a few moments before she happened upon the shadow-furred canine, a rusty splash across her muzzle, reminiscent of the times Kaena had been able to see herself in a reflection of water or, even more rarely, a mirror. The hybrid looked on this with surprise, already suspicious—this was another small canine, appearing to be Mkhai's age. He had made no indication either way whether or not he had siblings, and the scarred canine halted a few feet away, her head already tilted, her single eye narrowed as she studied the small canine. “Is your father Samael?” the coyote asked.
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Eee thank you <3 WC 639
Yes, the night had not forsaken her! She had faith in this evening and she was certain that it had chosen not to disappoint when she descried the distant, shadowy form of the coyote woman that rapidly approached. From a distance she could not discern the woman’s qualities, but paid heed to the delighted shudder that invigorated her in the woman’s presence; surely this would be her.
And she was not disappointed, for as Kaena drew closer and came to a halt a few feet before her, she stared into a face that mirrored her own in many ways. The contours of Kaena’s features were clearly an earlier generation’s whisper of her own, and linked mostly in the coyote-esque features though the predominant jackal blood within the girl lent to a leaner, more pointed facial structure than her grandmother’s, whose coyote lineage was sprinkled with the rounder features of wolf and dog. Yet their most striking similarities were not to be disregarded, for when she peered into the woman’s face she saw not only the same shocking yellow eye, but an identical blaze of russet fur lined their snouts.
Through the few similarities, the two faces were also in stark contrast. Where Sepirah’s countenance was small, youthful, and unmarred, Kaena’s visage bore the physical marks of a hard life. Sepirah could not help but wonder if these scars were a mark of weakness that spoke of the woman’s inability to protect herself, or if they were symbols of her strength, bearing testament to just how many battles she had fought and prevailed despite the odds. Before now, she had not perceived her grandmother to be a weak creature and her disfigured face came as a shock, though she quickly internalized her surprise and surmised that the blemishes notched within Kaena’s fur must be tales of her vigor and experience.
Sepirah inhaled deeply and stamped out any lingering doubt in her mind. There was a faint resemblance in the woman’s scent that ensured her that if this was not her grandmother, if this was, by some strange coincidence, just another coyote hybrid that looked strikingly similar to herself, that at least she was somehow vaguely related to the small jackal girl.
With her jaws firmly holding onto the offering she had brought for her grandmother, she was unable to respond immediately to Kaena’s inquiry. The woman had stopped a few feet from her, likely out of caution, though it quickly became apparent that her small frame would pose no match for Kaena’s experience. The only threat from the jackal girl that could even come close to harming Kaena would be her companion - the Egyptian horned viper coiled a few feet away - who she had already ordered to stay back until she could dutifully alert Kaena of his presence. One paw took a slow step towards Kaena, her head low but not meek, and she closed in a couple feet and dropped the heart at Kaena’s forepaws. She stepped back and turned her eyes to Kaena, searching for any signs of acceptance of the gift. It was only a sizable boar’s heart felled with aid from her companion, for Sepirah was yet still too small and too young to cut down any of the cunning canines here, though she still believed the gift would bring her grandmother strength.
“Yes,” she nodded. Despite the severity with which she spoke, she could not hold back a half-smile that cracked onto her maw. She understood that what she did now carried a significant weight on how she would be viewed by her grandmother, but with the youthfulness of this body’s mind, could not completely abate the splendor she felt in first meeting her grandmother. “I am Sepirah Jendayi Lykoi, daughter of Samael Lykoi and Djeserit Nephthys. Would you be Kaena... my Grandmother?”
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In the dim light of night, the silver-furred hybrid had missed that lump of flesh clutched in the smaller canine's muzzle. Now, she saw it, and she squinted, curious and confused to see what it was. The sable-furred canine was small like her suspected brother, and of course Kaena believed her to be younger than she was—she was unfamiliar with the jackal's blood running through their veins, but she very likely would have them as a sort of kin from the other side of the world. They were, after all, similar sizes—the coyote was the smallest canine in North America, the jackal was the smallest in Africa and Asia. Not that the silver-furred canine knew anything about the far continents or their much smaller, much more distant cousins.
Slowly the shadow-furred youth crept forward, unmistakably colored eyes focused on the hybrid with just one of those very same eyes left—and the heart came tumbling from the youth's mouth, rolling and coming to a stop right before her forepaws. The silver-furred Lykoi looked down on this for a moment, surprise and delight mirrored in her solo eye. “I am. Your brother came some days ago,” the hybrid woman explained. “You have my eyes, and my nose,” the silver-shaded coyote said, a slow smile spreading across her scarred muzzle. It was strange to look into that perfect youthful face and see so many of her own features reflected back.
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Although already at attention, her posture straightened with pride as Kaena gazed approvingly at the gift she deposited at her paws. Sepirah had hoped her Grandmother would relish the offering, and the fact that she did spoke leagues about the coyote woman’s character – enough for her to surmise that she would get along well with the matriarch of the Lykoi lineage. When the slate-pelted woman confirmed that she was indeed Sepirah’s progenitor the young mixbreed could not resist her tail’s craving to jerk from side to side, though on ceremony she was able to allay the gesture to a small twitch. She nodded once, smiling still, “Features I am proud to bare.”
The mention of her brother set her eyes alight with surprise. “So my brother has come? Which one?” Her head cocked to the side, unknowing that Kaena was unaware that there were more siblings not only from her same parents, but the same litter as well. After just having been lamenting the fact that they had all separated, this was a pleasant surprise, and she was suspected that it was an early omen of the reunion they would all soon have. She felt it would do no harm to voice her opinions to her Grandmother. “We have been separated. . . despite my protests.” It was that blissful stubbornness that youth purported, you always knew you were right despite the little cautions your world gave you; Sepirah knew she was right, and her brothers knew they were. Still, it is not as though there was one surmounting quarrel, they all just mysteriously parted one day.
“I knew our paths would meet again very soon, though. We weren’t intended to be apart and they will see that sooner or later. Nor were we meant to be apart from our bloodline,” a flicker of heartfelt loyalty flashed in her eyes. “I didn’t know my brother was here, I came here to meet you. . . and hopefully, to learn from you and your clan.”
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The sable-shaded woman was always glad to see her family had expanded; it was her pride and joy, stemming from herself and herself alone. No one but her had created this. Her parents had created her; her mother had insured Kaena would always remember that. Neither parent had truly raised her, however—both were insane or dead before they could lend anything concrete to Kaena's adolesence. From there it was Kae by her lonesome, until she had come across the peculiar thing called a coyote clan. This was family, moreso than anything she had ever know. The first real relationships she'd crafted in her life were with those from the Darklands clan—Raptor and Svenlia and Riot and Zarah. They were her first real family, and later it had been Inferni to provide the same thing, birthed by herself and Zarah. This and her family were Kaena's greatest joys, and she reveled in not only her position in the clan but her position at the head of the Lykoi family. Gabriel had been the one to carry them onward when she had gone, certainly, but as the Aquila, it was clear where his greatest interest was. Kaena, if forced to choose between the two, would have chosen her family. It had not always been so—as the Aquila, the Inferni clan had taken precedence over the Lykoi bloodline. She understood his position, and so she could not judge him for his actions as the leader, even if had cost her Andrezej.
“Your brother, Mkhai,” the hybrid corrected herself, naming the boy. “You have others?” the silvery hybrid asked, grinning at the thought. How many were there? Was there a veritable army of unknown, fatherless Lykoi children outside of their borders, waiting to seep into Inferni's perimeter? “Perhaps they will arrive, sooner or later,” the silver-shaded woman said, nodding her head at the younger canine's words. “Inferni and the Lykoi family is glad to have you, Sepirah. I am especially glad,” the hybrid woman said, a rare full smile crossing her scarred face, twisting its features in an almost nightmarish fashion, though this was simply the silver-shaded woman's expression of joy, however rare and fleeting it was. “I've lived in Inferni most of my life. I can teach you almost anything you would want to know,” the hybrid said, pride filtering into her voice at mention of her longevity (however non-consecutive and spotty it was) and role in the clan. Clearly this was one of the areas of her like where she took great pride, and the silver-shaded woman enjoyed sharing this knowledge with others. The more she shared their history, the better. Someday, she still wished to find someone capable of writing it down for her.
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The pride Kaena felt in her family and her position in the clan was catching, and though it wasn’t fully clear to Sepirah, pride and honor swelled in her chest as her grandmother spoke. Kaena’s pride in her clan also testified to the strength of the clan itself. Sepirah did not take her grandmother to be a woman who was needlessly prideful for the sake of it; if Kaena had loyalties this deep to Inferni, then it was a place to revere.
So, it was Mkhai who preceded her arrival in the clan lands, and apparently he hadn’t seen fit to inform Kaena that there were additional progeny. Well then, she would get that honor, which put a smile on her muzzle. She was eager to tell Kaena things that would please her. “Yes, there are four of us, including myself. I have three brothers. I would not be surprised if they were hot on my paws. . .” She glanced over her shoulder as though one would pop out of the brambles at the mention, though no one was there. Sepirah was convinced that, having to survive in the mortal realm, the gods within her litter would be drawn back to each other very soon. Of course, it could just as well be the fact that they were young and in a land foreign to them, and that they would naturally seek out a sanctuary in which they could thrive. . . but Sepirah’s mind didn’t work so plainly.
Dismissing the thought, she turned back to Kaena, unconcerned with her stubborn brothers for now, far more interested in the discovery of her family and acceptance into the clan. “I’m small,” normally she wouldn’t point out a weakness, but it was evident, and this was no foe she was talking to. Even when her body was full grown, she would remain petite. “In this world of wolves-” she made a jerking motion to the land that spanned behind her past the Inferni borders, “-my first concern is learning to take care of myself. I know there is a lot I can learn.” She was clearly talking about fighting tactics, and indirectly asking her grandmother for tutelage.
“I do have my own talents, however,” her eyes cast down to the snake curled obediently at her paws, not wanting to seem too weak and helpless, even at her age. “Which can be used to our advantage.” She looked back up to Kaena with a loyal smile, though her eyes quickly wandered, looking about the Inferni lands that spanned behind the matriarch. It grew increasingly interesting, and it became apparent in her stance that she was eager to see her new home.
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The silver-shaded woman's scarred muzzle cracked into a grin at the sable-shaded pup's words. “All boys, hm?” she said, laughing softly to herself. It was fitting—and it made Sepirah all the more special as the sole granddaughter of Samael's litter. “Your mother was not a wolf?” the silver-shaded hybrid asked, momentarily confused—it could have fooled her. She saw nothing outlandish in the sable-shaded woman's appearance, although Kaena did think that Sepirah was some odd months younger than she actually was. “Inferni is the place to learn. You're family, and family is entitled to all the knowledge we can offer,” the woman said matter-of-factly. Her eye followed the younger woman's gaze to the snake, and the hybrid appeared intrigued, not recognizing the species as poisonous, of course—most of the snakes Kaena had seen over her lifetime were not threatening in the least. “It's very pretty,” the hybrid commented, though she did not edge closer to the animal. Despite her own interactions with reptiles such as this one, coyote instinct told her to be cautious of such a creature, perhaps some long cry to a desert filled with rattlesnakes, one the scarred hybrid herself had never seen, but nonetheless carried in her blood.
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At the word “wolf,” she dipped her muzzle and sneezed; it was an expressive gesture rather than irritation from dust. “The most prominent blood in our veins, next to Coyote, is Jackal,” she said, pride seasoning her tone. Her eyes turned back to the viper. “He traveled with me from Egypt. He is young and it is a chore to keep him alive and healthy here, but he will be worth the trouble.” She grinned down at the creature that pretended not to notice – or did not realize – it was being talked about. “Some people don’t understand the importance of making use of your world, and what you can do within it.” It was clear that this thought was a bit of spite directed at one or more of her siblings who had a low opinion of her pet, but she chuckled off the thought.
“I haven’t had a safe den for a while,” she turned back to Kaena. “Is there a clan den?” It was a redundant question, she assumed. “Could you show me where I can settle up? At least temporarily, until I can make myself more permanently at home here. . .” She was weary, and despite her resolute soul, her young body was tired from what it took to care for herself and her companion alone in a strange wilderness at her younger age. She had been forced into a new land, and very quickly had found herself without the comfort and protection of her people, her mother, or her litter mates. It was enough for anyone to adjust to, and not always something just anyone would survive.
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To be perfectly honest, the silver-shaded woman had no idea what a jackal was. She did not recall the word before, but she could infer that it was some kind of canine, cousin species to wolves and coyotes and dogs. “Good,” she exclaimed, beaming with pride. “I would love you regardless, my dear, but our blood lacked the strength of the jackal prior to you and your siblings,” the canine said, a firm believer in the superiority of hybrids to anything else. She was neither wolf nor coyote nor dog, but somewhere in between all three, and now these children had the strength of this new and henceforth unknown canine to rely on. This would be something she would ask someone about later—maybe not Sepirah, Enkiel, or Mkhai themselves for not wishing to appear weakened, but someone, anyway. Curiosity had taken ahold of her.
“Well—if there's anything I can do to help you with him,” the silvery canine offered. Though she had no idea what she could possibly do to help keep a snake alive, the woman would not hesitate to help her granddaughter where she could. “Yes,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn't and still don't understand a lot of human artifacts, but what I know how to use, I will,” the ashen hybrid said confidently. She was not so humanized that she would live in a house, but at least now she understood the importance of adapting to a changing world. “Of course,” she said, smiling. “I live in the caves, myself, but a lot of canines have chosen the mansion to live in. Which do you think you'd like?” the coyote asked. <style>
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