M - a shifting tide
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WARNING This thread contains: strong language and strong sexual content starting with the 3rd and 26th posts. Reader discretion is advised.




For Hybrid! Big Grin Sorry if this post has strange continuity, I'm just getting back into roleplaying after about 5-6 years absence. :> WC: 563


Kesho Maisha



Once, Kesho had frequented the beach belonging to the clan, which had looked quite similar to the area which was now claimed proudly and thoroughly by the Inferni clan The shore was unforgettable; he'd so many fond and treacherous memories there. Of love and friendship, defeat and entanglement. Although this wasn't exactly the same beach, its tide carried the exact same water nonetheless, and it comforted the tired coy on a deeper level than even he could describe. Only recently had he experienced the unquenchable desire to return to such a place of structure and familiarity. As he walked the coastline, Kesho took increasingly deep breaths, each one calming and centering him. He was finally home. It felt so good. A large wave crashed frothily near him, creating a deafening but divine sound upon which he lingered for quite some time. The intense spray soaked his visage and dampened his coat in its entirety. It had been long since he'd felt such a sense of freedom, despite having been alone and without order previously.


As quickly as he had expressed his joy at returning, however, the mentality of the place also overcame him. Again he would be able to prowl, infused with an unholy desire to strike fear into those who crossed him, without the shame of having no one to share it with. It wasn't that he was a purely evil being, no. Kesho was a controllable monster; at least, while his other side was held at bay. Now, he'd be able to pride himself on his ability to shun his morality and inflict pain upon his enemies. Yes, yes... watch them bleed, writhe in agony, soak in pools of their own blood! , moaned a voice in his head hungrily. The male instantly became tense, and forced his mind closed to this distraction. No, you can't have me now..., he growled back inwardly. This inner fight was nearly constant, and sometimes Kesho was unable to maintain control. Sometimes, the beast would release itself into the rusty canine's shell, overtaking him and erupting turmoil upon those around him. Sometimes, his other didn't care about friend from foe. Rarely, this happened, but when it did it was no beautiful scene. Regaining control for Kesho in those circumstances takes incredible willpower. Thankfully, keeping himself in check was easy enough, for now.


The bronzed coyote traipsed into the shallow water, splashing about in light play. Spanking the water with his cream paws and attempting to catch the droplets on his tongue, Kesho was creating quite the sight. Slight age wasn't stopping this coy from acting as though he were a teenager again, the last time he danced in these pools. A large grin flooded his features as his play become increasingly gymnastic, performing flips and spins like a silly child. Pausing finally, now on his back and soaking wet in the cold water of the beach, Kesho glanced up at the evening sky. It was nearly dark, and the stars were beginning to appear on the dark canvas above him. The stunningly content male was anxious to make the acquaintance of his new kin, yet his body relaxed into the cold sand, the frigid water shifting around him. His eyes lingered upward upon the astrology above him, causing him to become entranced with its beauty, the feeling of an enthralling, unusual calm descending over him.



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It had been the thrashing and wild movements that had drawn Hybrid to the water’s edge. For a moment, he had wondered if there was a fight going on in the water. A canine was jumping every which way in and it was quite strange. However, Hybrid quickly realized that the coyote was more likely battling the water than a real foe. He could smell any blood, either, so it just seemed like the thing was having a mighty grand time doing whatever the hell it was he was doing. He snorted derisively as he moved closer, both at the other coyote and the strange wording of his last thought. As he moved closer, he could see that it was indeed only one coyote. It seemed as though the brood of Inferni were getting dumber.

Hybrid lingered a short distance downwind of the other canine, watching quietly. He began to move even closer when he saw the coyote rest in the sand. Hybrid wasn’t sure what the coyote’s problem was, and had he been a more curious creature, he probably would have asked. Instead, he preferred to silently judge and brood; that was a much more appropriate response for him. After all, he wasn't skilled enough to phrase the question in a way that wouldn't come out as an insult and he really did not care to learn the answer, either.

He trotted closer, moving so that he would be standing only a metre away from the other canine. He said nothing, but grunted when he came closer. It came out almost as a gravelly snicker, like a chain-smoker might laugh if they were a werecoyote. Since he was wholly inept at making conversation, he let his single noise serve as his introduction.

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WC: 360


Kesho Maisha


Kesho had been quite relaxed, laying there on his back, gazing up at the rapidly blackening sky. He certainly wasn't concerned with who might've seen him, although when the time came and he realized that he might not be alone, this thought changed. You look like an idiot, Kesho, get the fuck up!, snorted that other voice deep inside his head. He shook this thought away, attempting to remain indifferent as possible. Soon, though, he had company. The rusty coyote watched, upside-down, as the other male approached him slowly. Hearing his derisive chortle, Kesho immediately flipped himself back upright, top half of his body now quite wet. Shaking off this moisture lightly, so as not to share it with this new acquaintance, he stepped out of the water and into the cool sand. Nodding to the ragged male, he threw a sheepish look across his features, feeling slightly foolish now that he realized he actually had been seen.


"Ah, don't mind me...I was just a bit lost there for a moment-- in reminiscence, you know." He hoped that this beast wouldn't fault him for his strange ways. "We haven't met; I'm Kesho." Simple.


He didn't know this canine, and though his intentions didn't seem foul, one could never be sure. The elder coyote retained a sense of alertness as his ember eyes raked over his companion's physique. He was lean, but muscular; they were similarly built. This beast seemed to carry a more urgent sense of demonic power than Kesho had at his disposal; although, it was true, if he really needed it, it was just below the surface. I'm here, dog. Don't forget about me..., the other snarled, as if in opposition to any thought of his absence. Once again Kesho ignored these thoughts, feeling the necessity to be present in reality. It wouldn't do to meet someone new and have his head clouded and twisted with such thoughts, distracting him from making friends, or at least acquaintances. It was time that the old man had a real companion. Maybe he would find it in this dark creature; somehow, he was entirely unsure of this dog's intentions.


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Hybrid's sneer only deepened when the other coyote explained his reasoning for... well, whatever the hell he had been doing. It did not surprise Hybrid that he had grown into such a cynic when he regularly came across fellows like this. He really did not understand how creatures could survive this long when they resorted to such ridiculous displays. The coyote had even had the gall too look sheepish and offer him a strange smile. What was that supposed to mean? Hybrid did not respond, but remained solid in his stance. He had nothing to say in reply to this coyote's actions or his words, and he did not care very much for introductions.


Hybrid was curious how this coyote thought jumping around like a seizure-ridden wolf could correlate with reminiscing, but he dared not ask. The other male might think he sought a conversation, or some sort of equally annoying social norm. He forced himself not to roll his eyes, but instead, to at least attempt some pleasantries. After all, a new member meant greater strength for Inferni and therefore greater strength to consolidate Gabriel's position within the clan. As long as Kesho fought for Inferni and kept out of Hybrid's way, Hybrid didn't think he would have an issue with them. With this in mind, he offered his own name in response, finally, after a rather extended period of silence.

"Hybrid Holocaust," he replied. He assumed the statement itself was an introduction enough.

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WC: 399. Heeerrrp. Hybrid's a badass, lol.


Kesho Maisha


Kesho watched the brute, realizing that he indeed took him for a fool just as suspected. No matter, though. It had happened before; surely it would happen again, as well. He didn't mind, and took others' reactions to his unique personality in stride. To his kin, he always spoke with the best intentions, and felt no need to explain this. This canine seemed to expect little from Kesho, based on his extreme brevity and bodily language. And perhaps the elder coyote never would become any great shakes, but he'd like to think that he at least had more than another body to contribute to this clan. He would defend it with his life, and hoped that his kinsmen would do the same, despite their questioning. His face became stoic and emotionless now, reflecting the other canine's cold expression. After a fairly lengthy period of silence, the beast finally uttered his name. Hybrid. No doubt, despite his quiet personality, this canine was surely a skilled fighter. His body seemed in top form, despite his small build, and Kesho took notice of it. He had been working, as well; getting his own muscles strengthened again, after being on his own for so long, needing only to have enough strength to feed and defend himself. Now, he had others relying on him to protect them, and he would do so. His strength had already doubled so far in his time back, and it felt good.


The bronze coyote wondered if Hybrid had any interest in him at all, or if he should even continue their conversation. He figured, though, that although they might not all be the best conversationalists, he should at least attempt to get to know his kinsmen-- even if they were slightly less than cooperative.


"You've lived here a while, I can tell." He wasn't sure how to proceed in his attempts to converse with Hybrid, but continued nonetheless, hoping to perhaps drag some speech out of him. "Might you have been around when the fire burned away the old territory?" He questioned, supremely interested in this time period, as it had occurred quite soon after his departure from the land. "I wonder if you have that story...or any stories." He paused, considering whether to continue or not, figuring it couldn't hurt at this point. "I left here, apparently shortly before it happened. I just want to know why."


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341. He tries! :B And he'll probably actually start talking in the next post. YOU CAN DO IT, KESHO!
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Hybrid glanced away, wondering if he could leave. Luckily, his curiosity had not intervened and he still maintained his desire to abandon dialogue with the male. Unfortunately, the other canine either did not know this or did not care. Although, Hybrid had not been very forthright in his annoyance – sure, he had grumbled and grunted a bit and rolled his eyes, but he had been the one to approach the coyote in the first place. He assumed that the coyote had taken his initial interest as continued interest and sought to prolong the encounter. He really wished the coyote had not.


Hybrid flicked his ear as the male spoke, frowning slightly as he listened. He nodded slowly in response and then paused for a moment to wait. Sure enough, the coyote continued to speak, this time questioning him about the fire. He blinked in response, not really feeling up to telling a story. Of course, this was not surprising: he never felt like telling a story, not unless there were extreme circumstances. For instance, when he siblings and cousins had arrived, he had sought to teach them the ways of Inferni and how to fight. Of course, his efforts had been in vain, as they had eventually all disappeared. He had since acknowledged that it was easier to train himself than others, especially when they did not stick around.


He supposed that was why he did not invest a lot of time or effort into conversations. He knew in the end, it wasn’t worth it.


I wonder if you have that story… or any stories. I left here, apparently shortly before it happened. I just want to know why. Hybrid made a noncommittal noise and then shrugged.


“It got burned down,” he replied. He shrugged again. He didn’t have any answers. “It got burned down and we left. Don’t know why. We were the only to survive,” he added, referring to the wolf packs that had all disbanded in the confusion. He smirked; sometimes it felt good being so damn self-righteous.

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Short! My bad! Yaaay, Hybrid! Lmao.<3 WC: 301


Kesho Maisha


It was made painfully more clear to Kesho that Hybrid wasn't exactly pleased and willing to be speaking to him. He didn't mind much, though; he thought himself to be worthwhile enough for the both of them, but just barely. His self-confidence had been greatly restored since returning to Mudbloods, but the dragging depression still lingered, constantly kept in play by his favorite alter ego, with a sarcastic smirk. But then the male uttered a few short words, and allowed the conversation to continue. At least somewhat. So that was why the packs were all different now. They were certainly no longer rivals of Silent Dawn or Storm, that was certain. It also seemed to Kesho that the clan was lying low, trying to keep pack rivalries at the minimum. He still didn't quite understand this fact, but it remained. It was certainly different from the foundations that Mudbloods grew upon. The fire destroyed it all and our clan alone stayed in tact. That was certainly saying something about the leadership since his time. It had improved.

"Gabriel and Kaena... they're keeping pack relations in check, it seems. Are we at peace with the wolf packs?" He couldn't believe this could be entirely true; it made him wonder what aims the new Mudbloods had, what place they had chosen to take. "That's certainly different from the chaos and turmoil that I remember." Kesho stayed silent now. He wasn't about to ramble on like he had been, only to get a grunt and a word or two in return. He, too, could brood. He wanted to give Hybrid a chance, though, because he was clearly a loyal wizard of the clan, and clearly worth the time and effort it might take to crack his shell; if it could be done at all.


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Don't even! I love short replies. C:
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Hybrid grunted in reply, not really sure what to say to the male’s comment. Yep, Gabriel and Kaena were still there. Should he continue to explain what happened to Inferni, or just leave it as is? It wasn’t really his place or his ‘thing’ to go off gabbing about Inferni’s history, especially not to some nutter like this kid. But on the other hand, a soldier was a soldier and if there were more able-bodied males in the clan, he would take them. He supposed the other members weren’t much better either – Cotl with his weird noises, Marik with his weird thing for Cotl, and a few of their spawn here and there. Hybrid just didn’t know what to do anymore. Of course, once Kesho mentioned peace, Hybrid smirked and chuckled a bit. Oh, the poor fool! He had just missed a most glorious war with Dahlia.

“Oh, there’s plenty of chaos,” he replied gruffly. He coughed, trying to make his voice work without the scratching and breaking. “We just concluded our second war with the wolf pack Dahlia de Mai. Fat lot of bastards got what was coming to ‘em,” he said, laughing as he snarled. “Little shits tried to fuck with us. Now their leader’s dead, part o’ Inferni’s burned, but fuck it, we beat those motherfuckers.” He cackled. It felt so right to say these words and feel them roll off his tongue. It felt so damn right to be the winner.


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Whee! <3 WC: 329


Kesho Maisha


Kesho's ears were facing fully forward, catching every breath that was uttered by the mangy brute. Hybrid's words raptured the elder coyote, telling him of things he hadn't known, or even heard any mutterings of. They sure had become better at hiding things. His eyes narrowed as he was told of Inferni's victory against a nearby wolf pack, Dahlia de Mai. He wondered what had caused a war between them, let alone two. He couldn't help but smirk as the beast recounted, in very brief and blunt detail, what occurred. Of course Inferni had won; despite its inherent difference from those old days, he believed that the clan was indeed strong, and had immense capability. And this only proved it. However, he couldn't help but wonder what losses the clan had sustained. Surely a battle of the magnitude he described couldn't be won without there being some sacrifice on their part. Or maybe he needed more faith in this strange band of dogs.


"I had no idea. What caused the first war?" He couldn't help but blurt out questions. He wanted to know. "Did we lose any? How were their numbers...?" He inquired, his militant past getting the best of him. "I guess I missed all the fun, then, huh." He stated, tone obviously conveying slight disappointment, malice licking the tips of his words. He truly yearned for combat, for a war like Hybrid described. It was just his luck to have narrowly missed it. Hah! A war, and we won...Amazing. But look at that, Kesho, you weren't a part of it! A voice hissed inside of his head. He shook it away with ease, returning his attention to the hybrid coywolf beside him.


"So, it wouldn't be the wisest choice to take a jaunt over their way, then, eh?" He grinned, speaking of Dahlia's territory. Of course, he had no intention of traversing that land alone, but the idea of its intimidating danger intrigued him.


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As the coyote spoke, Hybrid came to appreciate that there was a sense of darkness that tinged this coyote’s words, something he had not seen since the likes of Vitium or Samael. Hybrid knew what happened to those two bastards: Vitium had destroyed himself and his whole family many times over and Samael had been struck with an intense wanderlust that defied reason. Neither was in Inferni anymore and neither pledged their loyalty to Gabriel. Perhaps they were extreme examples of this darkness. Hybrid could only hope this coyote shared enough of it to make him an asset and not so much that he was an unpredictable liability. Inferni certainly did not need more of those.


“Fuck, I don’t really remember,” Hybrid replied honestly. “Probably some wolfish scum… wait, no, I remember now. They trespassed and so we struck back. But they retaliated and massacred a mother,” and mine, though he did not voice this. They massacred Ashphyxia’s soul; perhaps that was why she later came to lust for wolves in an unexplainable way.


Hybrid snickered when Kesho added a suggestion to venture forth to Dahlia. He had lingered by their borders enough to know that they sometimes took notice and offense to his presence. It was a horrible idea. Hybrid voiced this.

“A horrible idea. We should.” Hybrid was full of bad ideas.

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<3 WC: 522


Kesho Maisha


Hearing the news of the old war brought more questions to Kesho's mind, but he allowed most of them to remain there. He seethed with an ache that was near indescribable. If only he had been there, during either, or even both, of those wars. The bronze male sighed outwardly. You would've been killed upon setting foot on that battlefield, Kesho, who are you joking? He knew this wasn't true, his bloodlust had the capacity to be incredibly overpowering. In fact, when he took over was when he became a true monster. This was a state which Kesho hated to be in, but he did love to relish in its glory. That is, when its outcome was a good one for him, in his normal state of mind. Occasionally this wrath had been unleashed at the wrong time, and caused great trouble for him. After the last large incident of that sort, though, he had become much more in control of his own mind; he had forced it upon himself. Kesho's level of morality was flexible, but not to the same extent that his was. He scoffed at the mention of the wolves having taken a mother from them.


"Did you kill the fucker that got her? What of her pups?" Kesho was curious. Would these young still be in Inferni? There was so much he was unaware of, and it frustrated him. "I hate that I wasn't here for that." More of a comment to himself, than anything. Kesho scowled; he wished he could ask everything at once, but knew that would just be infuriating to his new acquaintance. Could he call him a friend yet? He thought not. Though at Hybrid's last statement, Kesho's ears perked up and his eyes widened quickly, a grin spreading across his face. He knew it was a horrible idea. He didn't know the first thing about the intensity of the war between these two clans. But perhaps a glance around the area would prove worthwhile. No one said they needed to cause trouble, or even trespass... His eyes narrowed as these ideas passed through his mind, clearly mulling them over. The words Hybrid spoke generated much interest in Kesho; perhaps they were not so dissimilar.


"Oh, how I'd love to..." He trailed off, voice conveying a dreamy yet malicious tone. "I don't know how wise of me it would be to indirectly disobey Gabriel already. Despite my slight annoyance at the way Inferni's changed, I refuse to be disloyal." He wondered whether the leader himself had visited the land since the war ended. Surely he had. "I wouldn't want to piss him off, certainly." He respected the hulky leader, if only for the fact that he had carried the clan through it's darkest times. His mass and muscle were quite commanding of respect, as well. Kesho glanced around briefly, if only to be sure they were still alone on the beach. His impatience and curiosity were getting the best of him. "One day, though, I certainly wouldn't mind taking a peek." He added quickly, an eyebrow raised, mischief flashing across his slowly graying face.

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Hybrid was surprised this male was so interested in learning of Inferni’s past. Hybrid had not yet met anyone who was able to appreciate the violence that had once ruled these lands. Hybrid smirked when Kesho questioned Hybrid on the outcome of the murder of the mother and her child. He was surprised again when the coyote expressed his displeasure at having missed the fighting. Certainly, Hybrid would have regretted missing such a momentous war; but he never thought this weird coyote would too. His first impression had been that this coyote was an idiot, and Hybrid was usually quite a good judge of character. He was surprised to see this strange coyote had such a wealth of bloodthirst. He would be the kind of role model Inferni needed in these dark times.


Hybrid perked up his ears at the mention of Gabriel. Certainly, Gabriel would disapprove, but he never reprimanded Hybrid for much. He was lucky; he was allowed to do as he saw fit as long as he kept Inferni safe. He supposed there was something to be said about his violence that let his other actions slip past. Whatever Gabriel’s reasons, Hybrid knew their relationship allowed him to get away with a lot. But for a newcomer, not so much; he still had to prove himself.

He gave the coyote a small expression of shock before letting it dissipate. He was not one normally known for a wide variety of emotions, so it was better this way.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Gabriel did kill the fucker too. Wouldn’t want that to happen to you eh,” he added with a wicked grin.

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Shortshort. He is talking about Haku right? :O Any ideas on how to end this? Or, if you wanna continue and have them do something else..? Tongue WC: 226


"Yeah," a brief agreement. "Gabriel did kill the fucker too. Wouldn’t want that to happen to you eh,"


Kesho's eyed widened in surprise. Gabriel killed? "Glad to know you don't want me dead." Kesho gave a quick grin before his features became still. "Killed who?"


He had wondered vaguely of Gabriel's capacity to kill. Well, there it was. Kesho had to admit, it was a bit shocking. But who did Gabriel kill? Kesho wondered if speaking the name aloud was some sort of taboo. He hadn't known anything of either war, or how they started. Perhaps this canine whose life Gabriel brought to an end had been the fire starter...Oh, what Kesho had missed.


It had been lonely as a wanderer. He wondered now how he'd survived at all, though he couldn't say that he hadn't enjoyed it, sometimes. It certainly would have been more fulfilling to have been here, been engaged in battle, for a purpose...Not just for his own sake. Kesho would give every piece of his being to defend Inferni, despite its mixture of hybrid canines.


He had a great desire to learn more of this war, and Hybrid was providing limited--though valued-- information. What were the details? How did it all happen? When, where did it start? How did it end...Gabriel, it seemed, would be best to request these details from.


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[html] Yep! He's talking about Haku. And we can keep going. Hybrid and Gabe are the only members of Inferni who know the whole history from pre-fire, so he can give Kesho some more details if he's heckled enough XD;

Hybrid smirked in response to Kesho's surprised expression. It was such a delicious feeling to know that someone could be so incredibly shocked to hear of the terrible deeds another could do. However, he did not like thinking Kesho had underestimated Gabriel; that would not do at all. The Aquila was never to be underestimated, for he was one of the most battle-worn luperci left. Skoll's death meant that the most battle-tested canines lived in Inferni, in part due to their desire for blood and in part due to their desire to protect their home. Both were equally valid reasons in Hybrid's eyes.

"Haku Soul," he replied, ignoring the first part of Kesho's response. "He was the leader of Dahlia de Mai before. He's not anymore. Got chased out. Apparently we have a truce too, fuck," he added with a snarl. "But that doesn't mean they're not totally off limits," he added with a wide smirk. His little kitten was still alive, but her sister (or whatever the black wolf had been to her) was quite dead.


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Short! But <3!

"Haku Soul," came the gruff reply.


Instantly Kesho recognized the surname. There had been a Colibri Soul in charge of one of those wolf packs way back when. A certain darkness fell over Kesho's face.


"I know that name, Soul..." Kesho said vaguely. He tried to remember any details from that time, but none could come to mind. Perhaps that line hadn't always been so chaotic.


"He was the leader of Dahlia de Mai before. He's not anymore. Got chased out. Apparently we have a truce too, fuck," Hybrid snarled. "But that doesn't mean they're not totally off limits,"


A truce?! With a pack of wolves?! No! screamed the voice in Kesho's head, as he fought to maintain control. The elder coyote gave a low growl himself. No, that was not good. At least he had been taken care of, though. Kesho would have done all his aching joints would have let him to keep that creeper Soul spawn away from here. He could have helped; he sighed.


"How did we manage a truce, with all that? Seems like something that would be shaky at best." He paused, musing over this idea. Hybrid seemed to have a particular interest in Dahlia de Mai. "You have a score to settle over that way?" questioned the old man with a smirk, though he did not mean to pry.


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No worries 8D

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Hybrid swivelled his ears, trying to catch the small sounds the other coyote made. He was making an awfully odd face, but Hybrid could not figure out what it meant. Such minute changes in behaviour baffled Hybrid and he had to wait for the other coyote to express his thoughts in words before he would really figure out what was going on. It was only when fangs were bared that he could examine the small changes in behaviour. Here, now, in this social exchange, he could not figure out what the coyote was thinking. He frowned as Kesho began to speak, sneering alongside his companion.

“Oh, it’s fucking shaky. But there are no scores for me. They’re all dead and settled.” His response was filled with venom and matched the other male’s smirk. He had murdered Kol months ago and one day, he would claim Bris. But she was not ‘score’ to ‘settle’: she was his kitten and he loved his kitten so.

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<3 WC: 327

Kesho wondered if Hybrid had picked up on his odd behavior. He hated being this way, and wished that he would just leave him alone--Never, dear Kesho..., he taunted--, though there was a part of Kesho that cherished that vehemently demonic presence. It might just be keeping him alive.


“Oh, it’s fucking shaky. But there are no scores for me. They’re all dead and settled.” Hybrid spoke, his words filled with malice.


Kesho's eyebrows raised at this statement. Dead and settled, eh? He was sure that Hybrid meant exactly what he said, and Kesho nodded in approval, a grin upon his face. There was no doubt in his mind that this man was perfectly capable of causing death; a quality Kesho admired in his comrades.


"Wish I could say the same for mine." he injected, eyes growing dark again as thoughts of the past, of his younger years when he'd been shunned so carelessly; the events which triggered his metamorphosis into the beast he'd become. He knew he'd never be able to return those favors, though, so allowed them to settle in his mind as old and unfulfilled, impossible vendettas.


Kesho thought a change of subject might be in order; he was beginning to feel overly reminiscent. He feared these times, for they had the tendency to entrance him-- something he did not enjoy.


"You're close to Gabriel, then? Might you share what you know of him?" Kesho's request was simple. He needed to know more about his new leader, the wolf-faced beast that was slowly building Kesho's trust. If Kesho didn't trust Gabriel, what would be the use of staying in this clan, save for Kaena's company? The necessity outweighed his morality, though the beast inside of him raged in constant protest.


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Hearts! (304)

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Hybrid flicked his ear forward when Kesho spoke again and chuckled once the other coyote finished. It was a nice feeling knowing his debts were settled. While there were some outstanding ones, he didn’t think he’d see those wolves around these parts again. To him, they were dead and there was no point worrying himself over someone or something he couldn’t kill. Hybrid didn’t want to think about all of the fuckers that should be dead, but were for some reason, probably alive and harassing perfectly innocent coyotes somewhere else. It just wasn’t right and Hybrid was a creature of action and justice. He hated knowing there were such horrible wrongs in the world that could be solved simply by killing the fuckers responsible.

When Kesho spoke again, Hybrid blinked quickly and then refocused his attention on the odd coyote. He frowned when Kesho questioned his loyalty, but realized it was more out of curiosity and less out of a desire to be rude. Hybrid wasn’t sure why Kesho would ask after joining the clan, but he supposed it was important to get to know one’s leader, especially when a war could occur at any time. If they were lucky, of course.

“Gabriel eh, well I’ve known him for two years. Maybe more. I can’t remember. I came across the mountain with ‘m after the fire. He’s led us ever since. He’s pretty solid. Doesn’t say much, but he doesn’t need to. He knows how to play his different roles in the clan.” There was a lot more he wanted to say, but either didn’t know how or couldn’t. Either way, Kesho had to figure it out for himself and understand why Gabriel was such a capable leader. After all, Hybrid certainly couldn’t do that for him; only Kesho could come to that realization.

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Wooo~ WC: 507

Kesho had no ulterior motives in place for gathering information about Gabriel; he was simply curious. True, it was difficult for him to grasp the concept of a even a wolf-looking creature leading this beloved coyote clan-- He's hideous, Kesho. Don't trust him! screamed the voice in his head. Kesho tried hard to ignore it. Everything had changed. He needed to accept that, and move on. They were still strong, very strong. Perhaps even more than before, and their leader had seemed to be worthy. Though the old coyote had yet to have this proven to him by his own scale, both Kaena and Hybrid trusted the man. Kaena's word, to Kesho, was near law. And Hybrid's mannerisms and demeanor caused Kesho's trust of the beast to increase; Hybrid had visions similar to his. Such had been uncommon to see, since Kesho's return.


“Gabriel eh, well I’ve known him for two years. Maybe more. I can’t remember. I came across the mountain with ‘m after the fire. He’s led us ever since. He’s pretty solid. Doesn’t say much, but he doesn’t need to. He knows how to play his different roles in the clan.” Hybrid spoke his praise for Gabriel.


The man's words sunk into Kesho, and he absorbed them slowly. Gabriel had led them since the fire, brought them through the disaster that could have torn the clan fully apart. For that, at least, Kesho was thankful. Hybrid's praise for Gabriel was not overly exalting, but it was enough to sate Kesho's desire for information, for now. He would need to see the Aquila in action before his trust could be sealed. He chose not to display this sense of mistrust outwardly; any faltering in his loyalty could prove disastrous. And really, his heart clung to this place as a child might cling to it's mother. Physically and mentally, his ties were bound here, and would be forever. If the leadership were to become corrupt, however, that might be a different story...


"I see." he stated simply, slight interest emphasizing his words. "I believe he's capable. I'm just stuck in the past," he admitted, with a bit of a defeated expression. "It's hard to come back to a place you once loved to find out that all you knew is different now. I'm...working on accepting it." he spoke with a hint of regret, for the past, for his time in between. He should have just stayed.


Kesho felt that Hybrid was trustworthy enough to share his emotions, his doubts and insecurities. He hoped he would not be disproven. The older man hoped that this one might become a friend, or at least, a companion. Someone that understood, that could relate. Kesho could count those close to him on one hand, and at his age, he felt that should change. Everything should change.


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Hybrid flicked his ear in anticipation as Kesho considered his words. There were many reasons he did not enjoy engaging in conversation, and the required back-and-forth between participants was one of these reasons. Hybrid didn’t care if someone needed to take time consider what he said – he was impatient nonetheless. Having grown up most of his life without his sister, he acted like an only child: spoiled, impatient, and insolent. He had also spent a great deal of time never talking to anyone and therefore found it odd to talk to another being for a long period of time. He supposed the only one he didn’t mind talking with was Gabriel, since he didn’t require much from Hybrid and didn’t mind that Hybrid usually didn’t have much to say.

When Kesho replied, Hybrid nodded curtly. He frowned when Kesho speculated over Gabriel’s capabilities – certainly, Gabriel was indeed capable. It angered Hybrid to think Kesho, an apparent older member given that he knew of Inferni before the fire and of the chaos that had once defined the clan. Now, when wolves heard the name Inferni, Hybrid doubted it carried as much fear or hatred as it once had. Oh, how the mighty had fallen!

Hybrid’s frown deepened in concentration when Kesho elaborated. Hybrid wasn’t sure if he agreed with him – it seemed preposterous to question Gabriel’s capabilities, but at the same time, he missed what Inferni had once been.

“Inferni’s lost some of its glory, but we’re still alive,” he replied gruffly. “Too many fucking wolves in the clan now. And stupid members. We got plenty of those. Fucking Syemv scum in our fucking clan,” he added. He punctuated his words with a low growl. Fucking Silas and his fucking Syemv wolf family. Like Kesho, Hybrid missed the days when anyone smelling like Syemv was automatically the enemy.

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