Something's Gotta Give

Pripyat Soul · 12-26-2010, 04:27 AM

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AW any Inferni member. Addison will be following Pripyat in at some point ^^

Inferni was closer than he had thought, though the journey had still taken him the better part of a day. It was the first time he had left Phoenix Valley and he had done so without so much as a word to his mother or father. Or anyone. He was gone and hopefully no one was looking for him, but why they would be he couldn't guess. Less and less he was spending time at his father's feet while the man read, or trailing after his mother around the pack lands. The past month or so he had been out on his own, still in Phoenix Valley, but not with them. And not really with anyone else, as there wasn't anyone his age there to hang about with. Seven months old, it was high time to break away from mommy and daddy and better alone than glued to them. It wasn't that he didn't love them, but part of him was afraid of loving them too much. If he loved them too much, surely that was a sign he still wasn't grown up, despite his adult rank.

Adult rank: he was in the rat race now with the rest of them, but he didn't feel like an adult by any means. For one thing the lanky, grey wolf still hadn't shifted. He knew he could, the ability was there, but he had only tried twice, both times after Adonia had said she shifted for the first time around five months. Both times he had failed to make the transformation and now he didn't try. What if he couldn’t? How disappoint that would be for him. More so, how disappointed his mother and father would be. The risk was too great, and so Pripyat instead stayed content as a lupus. Yet that wasn't what adults did. And adults didn't go sneaking out of their home at seven months of age for the first time, precisely to the place their adoptive older sister told them not to go. Of course, Pripyat wasn't quite an adult.

Inferni loomed before him in all its mysterious glory. Of course, it was neither as mysterious or glorious as Pripyat had imagined when Addison explain the clan to him. That had been a while ago, and she had told him about a tree then, one great for the leaf catching game. But there were no leaves anymore, and even if there were that was a child's game. He wasn't quite a child, even if he wasn't quite an adult. Inferni its self now was the draw, and Pripyat Soul hated to admit it to himself but the only reason was because Addison had told him not to go there. And now here he was, and aside from the ominous skulls that marked their borders Pripyat wasn't so sure why she seemed so fearful of the place.

Halo Lykoi · 12-29-2010, 04:21 AM

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She had decided that she had a favourite season after all. She loathed the cold, chilly days of winter and the fucking white matter called snow. It fell from the sky and covered everything with nothing but white and white. One positive thing could be that it became much easier to track pray and similar creatures, but Halo left paw prints behind as well. Her colourful appearance made her inanely visible against white and gray, and that too bothered her. Had she cared more she could have changed her beloved cloths into something more fit for the season’s scarce colours, but she refused to get rid of the lovely dragon born of silk in reds and golds. She couldn’t do anything about her natural coat, copper painted and rich. Perhaps it could make her exotic features a bit more striking, but it was harder to hunt and to come upon trespassers without being detected immediately at approach.

What could be considered positive was that everything froze. The skulls would not be left to rot at an increased pace in view of the sun. The down part was that there were no fresh kills that had gotten their heads impaled and put down by the borders. It was with elegant steps the young Warrior travelled along the well marked borders of her beloved clan. Her lovely face revealed the usual touch of discontentment, and her gaze seemed absent as it was set on auto pilot, tracking the scene from left and right eternally as she moved. The cloth moved fleetingly around her legs, but it was not a source to irritation. She was accustomed to the clothing; it was as much a part of her as the lovely blade strapped to her slender back. Her hand twisted so that a few fingers could brush against the dark sheath where the twin blade rested patiently within. It had been a while since the Triarii had found a concrete reason to use it aside from practise. Yes, perhaps she did miss the less peaceful days when the Dahlians were over them.

Ruby orbs regained soul as they detected movement ahead, near the lovely skulls so neatly lined up to discourage trespassers. The Lykoi woman’s gaze narrowed slightly with the usual expression of instinctual contempt for whoever the intruder was. Halo was deeply territorial, and the trespassers that were so unfortunate to meet her never had a joyful experience here. The discovery of an intruder did not break her elegant stride, as she knew well that she was just as visible as he was. There was no use causing true unpleasantness until she had executed the immerse distance between them. The sword remained strapped to her back, her hips swung as she adjuster her speed slightly. It seemed to be a young boy, definitely a wolf and a stranger to her eyes. Nostrils flared with anticipation, ready to scrutinize and judge his scent. ”Well, hello,” She cooed, voice draped in lovely tones disguising intentions that so easily could be cruel. Clawed fingers tapped against skulls as she passed them, ears enjoying the sound of nails against bone.

A touch of breeze had brought a few strands of dark auburn hair to her exotic face, and she casually brushed it away with an unconscious move with her free hand. He seemed so young, but age had not stopped her from dealing out punishment in the past and it was not likely to change now. To be fair, he had not done anything wrong, but Halo did not need proof in order to judge another individual. The blue eyed boy simply should not have come here, so close to the borders. The woman wondered how his day would be from this stage on. The slender woman’s coal painted fail moved elegantly behind her, but was not permitted to reveal any of the emotions that no doubt were nestled under her skin.

Pripyat Soul · 01-02-2011, 02:05 AM

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Pripyat was not granted the gift of solitude for long. Alone he meandered along the border, taking in the different skulls and picturing where they come from. What they might have looked like with blood, muscle and skin. And morbidly he wondered what his skull might look like without its skin, and with an inner shiver he prayed that no one would ever find out. Yet the skulls did not scare him, though perhaps their existence was one point in Addison warning him not to come to Inferni. He had come anyway, as soon as he had a long stretch of time to himself, and soon enough he was no longer alone.

Her voice was lovely, and syrupy but even so the young boy took a few steps back as the woman closed the distance between them. Looking up at her from his four legged form he thought he had never seen a creature such as her. Draped in colors other than her own fur, he was unaccustomed to clothing and those who wore it. And a coyote at that, he had never really seen one. His father in some ways resembled a coyote, being a quarter coyote himself, but Jefferson was a hybrid and the wolfish features shone through. Pripyat himself, for whatever strains of coyotes DNA had been passed down to him, looked all wolf. He was his mother's child in that respect.

“Hello.” His voice was steady even if he pulse was not. Why anxiety suddenly gripped him he wasn't unsure but he couldn't help but think of Addison and what would she think if she knew he was here, talking to this strange lady? She wouldn't be happy, that was sure. Jefferson probably wouldn't be either. And Pripyat couldn't even bring himself to imagine what his mother would think. But none of them were here. It was just him and the lady, and something had to be said other than "Hello".

Licking his lips he found his tongue had mysteriously lost its moisture. Still, dry tongue or not he should explain what he was doing here and everything would be fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong after all, but what was he doing here? "I was just passing through and came upon the borders. I didn't know I couldn’t cross through this way. What is this place?" Why he asked he wasn't sure, he knew. This was Inferni. Where He Wasn't Suppose To Be.

Halo Lykoi · 01-02-2011, 08:04 AM

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Inferni’s borders seldom lay empty. Their security could be considered stricter than that of the majority of the pack. The official battle between Dahlia de Mai and Inferni was over, but the war was far from over. The vivid memory of the scene that had been born when Halo had, apparently, treaded upon a newly established pack’s lands was still with her, and it made her blood boil merely to think about the arrogance she so often saw in the faces of the larger canines of canis lupus. The Inferni princess knew that she was a somewhat unreasonable and flawed creature as well, but she would never aim to push her morale beyond the wolves’. She could crush and cut instead; she wanted to smile and tell them that they were fools for walking this earth like gods and treat the clan like inferiors. Her choice to dedicate her loyalty to the coyote clan was not one made by chance, but because she knew where the rightful strength should reside. Unfortunately life was not very fair, and she would destroy they who wished to destroy here.

The young boy was right to take a step in the opposite direction of her approaching form. A lovely smile warmed up her beautiful face, but she was done hitting down on males for the sake of it. All he did was to hide the flames that wanted to devour him right where he stood. The ruby eyed princess knew that she would by most be considered innocent of all, but his mere race and presence was enough to judge him to a cruel fate. Her face fell to the side as she watched the younger form of boring grays. Rocks had more exciting colours than he, but she knew that not everyone could hold beauty. She amended her steps somewhat, keeping her figure behind the straight line of weather worn skulls in their varying hues of gray and pinks. As her form found stillness, a clawed hand settled on top of a skull older than most, its shade pale white with approaching cracks and fractures decorating the bone surface.

Halo Lykoi cared little for his insignificant excuses, and she could feel the lovely line drawn across her face slowly fall away. And exactly where did he want to cross? Inferni clung to the salty shores; it did not stretch into a thin amount of lands to block a canine’s way like that fucking ridiculous Dahlia de Mai pack. Her spare hand brushed through silky locks of auburn as she barely managed not to roll her eyes at him. ”These are the borders of the Inferni clan,” she informed him, coal hued tail moving behind her in a manner similar to an intrigued canine ready for the pounce. ”Who are you?” she then barked, tossing sternness into the soft sound of her voice as she demanded to know the young boy’s name. Oversized ears dressed with copper and latte flicked backwards as lovely ruby gaze narrowed with suspicion.

Pripyat Soul · 01-02-2011, 02:47 PM

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His ocean eyes followed her every movement. The sway of her hips when she moved forward, the curl of her fingers as she drummed the skulls of past victims. The woman moved so easily, so gracefully. It was enjoyable just to watch her. And terrifying for some reason. Conflicted he didn’t know whether he liked this woman or not, but he didn’t mind that she had stopped advancing and that the distance between them remained consistent. Her rich coat reminded him of Grace, who was gone and he wished that this woman was gone. He had been perfectly fine wandering by himself, and he hadn't been doing anything wrong. He wasn't going to cross into Inferni, could he just tell her that had she go away?

Yet she wasn't going anywhere, he could tell that already. The woman seemed comfortable in her clothes, with her walk, talking to him, standing there with her hand resting easy on the skull as if it were an extension of herself. The coppery lady seemed settled in. She was the opposite of him. Pripyat was an intruder, and an uneasy one at that. He was uncertain where she was certain. He was nervous where she was calm. He was a wolf where she was a coyote. Yet she wasn't unpleasant. Or hadn't been. All at once she became so, her smile fading and her voice becoming stern. Pripyat laid his ears back in protest, his youthful face still kind in a feeble attempt to curry favor with the woman. Clearing his throat he saw no reason to lie about his identity, he was who he was and there was no changing that. "Pripyat Soul."

His head bowed low in deference to her, for she outranked him here and he knew this. Wolves were submissive to those higher up in the hierarchy. They bowed their heads and lowered their tails and ears and looked away as to not insult whoever's gaze was bearing down on them. Pripyat wasn't sure if these formalities were the proper procedures for coyotes, no one ever told him how to interact with coyotes, but his canine instincts told him that the physical communication was universal. She would understand. He wasn't here for trouble, she could understand that. He was really just passing through. She would understand, he could make her understand. He didn't mean any harm and he didn't want any to befall him. She would understand, certainly she would. Wouldn't she?

"I'm sorry to be interrupting your day miss. Really I just got turned around. I can go around Inferni to get to the other side. It's not a big deal." Except that she stood between him and his path to circle around Inferni. He could turn and walk north, but he would only walk into the ocean. He could turn south and go home, but then he came all this way for nothing. He could go east, except that this nameless woman stood in his path and he was growing tired of her, standing there, staring at him.

Halo Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 08:25 AM

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The first name was completely unfamiliar, but not the last title she was provided. It should not honestly matter to the slender woman, but she could not deny that this was a distant family member standing on the other side of the borders. His behaviour would soothe every eye that sought instinctual, traditional sign of submission that was generally required at any border, but she was not kind enough to let that save his skin. She wondered who this child could belong to, for his scent was not the sickening of flowers of the Dahlia de Mai pack. Deep rubies softened somewhat though, and her voice returned to a summer like warmth as she spoke her words in response. ”Soul, you say?” the hint of a previous smile sprouted on full lips, but only barely so. She had abandoned her initial surname a long time ago, and would never return to use it. She had chosen her side.

Her voice rose again, revealing their connection through blood. ”I think we’re related then, for my mother’s name was Soul as well.” And there were not many families that shared that name as far as she knew. The adult was unable to place the boy though, but her minds drifted close to the answer as she considered the alpha male of Phoenix Valley. The Lykoi had even had the pleasure of meeting him, once, when she was younger and bolder, and her main way of spreading misery was through her pet rats; those who had learned to love a wolf’s bleeding flesh. She smiled at that distant memory; of his ugly, scarred face as he had first laid eyes on the scene where one of his pack’s young members lay unconscious with a swarm of rodents feasting on her.

She continued to peer at him from her position behind the Infernian borders, apparently leaving every path free except for that that led him into the clan’s lands. He seemed stuck there, on his neutral piece of soil, and that was where she wanted him to remain for time being. The Triarii could be said to be bored, and even if she mostly despised his kind, he would provide her with some sense of entertainment. ”No, it’s not a big deal” she echoed him when the rest of his words sounded, though eyes remained stern with her general disapproval merely by having him here. Her form stepped up neck to the weather worn skull that she had stood behind, and clawed fingers still stroke the hard surface of the dead.

”What business do you have in the north?” she wondered, sticking her nose where it did not belong. The woman had the ability not to give a fuck about what others thought of her, and a wolf’s opinion was less worth than one of the clan’s silly morons. She would fish for the things she wished to explore more, and when he decided that he would leave or when she got bored, the blade was likely to be drawn. It had been a while since her beloved katana had tasted wolf flesh, and that was not acceptable.

Pripyat Soul · 01-04-2011, 09:03 PM

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The woman was certainly confused. Pripyat couldn't imagine himself being related to the woman before him, and if he was than his earlier appreciation of her body, its movements had been out of place. At this thought he almost blushed a bit, but quickly focused on the impossible: that the hybrid creature before him was related to him. What was she then? An aunt, a distant cousin? Pripyat knew little of Jefferson's family, he had only ever considered his father, his mother and him family. Addison was a sister, but not by blood and his knowledge stopped there. Jefferson had to come from somewhere though, and was this his sister? his cousin? He didn't know and couldn't guess, but he could guess that the woman before him had a far better idea than he did himself.

"I'm Jefferson's son." He confirmed this, although the boy wasn't sure why he offered up the information. The more time he spent before the woman the increasingly uncomfortable he became. Perhaps he only had said it to fill in the awkward silence, to relax her. She had even seemed to grow warm when she learned of the boy's origins, but quickly her perverse mannerisms had once more taken the spotlight as she caressed the skulls beneath her fingers. The act hadn't bothered him so much at first but the more she focused on him, and the more she fingered the skull, the less he liked to think of it. He tried to forget that the skulls had once been breathing creatures, mostly wolves it seemed, but all he could think of was that perhaps Addison had been right in warning him not to venture to Inferni.

His mind was then made up. The silver tinted boy, lanky and lean, didn't need to go around Inferni, and he certainly didn't need to go inside of it. If turning home meant leaving this wretched woman than he would do just that. After all, he had proved he could come here, proven he could leave the Valley. There wasn't much of a reason to stay and he was about to say so when she spoke again, and his ears once more fell flat against his skull, growing weary of being forced to answer her inquires. He just wanted to get away, and his body was in agreement as the adrenaline that would result in a fight or flight response was rapidly building. He felt energized, he felt anxious and his heart beat faster than it should.

What business indeed? He had no business, but he couldn't say that. "I'm looking for a friend," the words slipped from him before he knew what he was saying, but the only option was to run with. Speak as naturally as possible and hope for the best. "I don't know where she went, but certainly not here. I'll be leaving then, got to keep looking you know." He back a few steps, suddenly feeling it unwise to turn his back on this woman, a Soul family member apparently but one who had still failed to introduce herself.

Addison · 01-05-2011, 02:52 AM

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Were we thinking that there would be some kind of a fight? wc: 613

Since her experience with Ouija, Addison had found herself exploring the wonderful world of knives. She'd found several that had suited her in the shop that she had found the oddly colored D'Angelo in, and she had greedily taken all three. So far they had done nothing but benefit her, helping her kill her prey with ease and helping her to feel safer in her cabin. There was a dead-bolt on the door and it was within pack territory, but she often had nightmares of Inferni members creeping into the lands to come after her and finish the job that they had started. The job that one Inferni member in particular had started. Halo Lykoi.

The only downfall to the knives had been the cut that she had accidentally given herself while skinning a hare; she had been thinking of trying to fashion herself a pair of mittens out of the soft fur and hadn't been concentrating too well on the task in front of her. The cut hadn't been too deep but it had bled for a long time and had ruined the white fur that she had been trying to use. She picked at the scab on it a bit as she walked.

Grace was gone, but Addison still had one sibling left, Pripyat. Ever since she had told the young male about Inferni she had wondered if he would go and try to find it. It seemed inevitable to her; if she were a pup, she would want to go to the one place that the adults had told her was dangerous. She would think that she knew better, that she would be careful and somehow be smarter than those who had come before her. The cinnamon-hued female had followed her brother's trail outside of the lands and when it had turned northward she'd decided to track him down.

Addison had grown up a lot since her puphood, but some things remained the same with her. She was warier now but was still friendly overall, her sarcastic attitude and laid-back nature showing through now more than ever. She had never thought that she would be able to take care of a pup or that she would even want to, and now found herself craving a family of her own, perhaps one nicely behaved pup of her own if that was something that her would-be mate desired as well. She was beginning to realize the true value of a family, another reason for her to go after her younger sibling and make sure that he wasn't getting into any trouble.

The girl's feet crunched through the frozen top layer of snow as she walked north, sniffing every few moments to be sure that she hadn't lost his scent. He'd been through here very recently. As Phoenix Valley faded in the distance she couldn't help but wonder what he thought he was doing heading this way...oh, the trials of youth. Had he thought she was kidding about the dangers of Inferni? Maybe she would tell him the story of what had happened to her when she had trusted a member of that clan. She moved her hand to her scarred muzzle, frowning.

She was there before she realized it, beginning to near Inferni's borders. Her heart thudded uncomfortably in her chest and the shifted luperci reached for one of her knives, holding it in her palm. She wanted to be ready just in case. She could hear voices nearby and went toward them, trying to be discreet despite the noise that her feet were making on the frozen ground. "Pripyat?" Her alto voice called as she neared, coming out of the brush.

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Halo Lykoi · 01-05-2011, 03:47 AM

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The boy remained completely disinterested in her. More or less how she initially felt for him in the topic of family ties. It was established that he was Jefferson’s son though, and the line that had earlier formed on her mouth grew somewhat wicked as she imagined the ugly wolf’s face when he was to find out that the same coyote that had hurt her precious little girl years ago had now chopped his little silver prince to bits. ”I see,” she cooed, the sweet nectar voice a vivid contrast to the false face that felt little need to pretend to have passive intentions. She wanted the boy to pay for being this close to the clan’s infamous borders, and for merely being of wolfen blood. His excuse was pathetic, but nevertheless likely to be the truth. The warrior princess cared little, for she was no border patrol intent on keeping the borders safe. Well, in a sense she did, but it was not her intention to let the boy get away this easily.

Then again, would it be worth to chase a little pup around just for the sake of it? Muzzle lifted arrogantly as she thought her motives over. ”Certainly not here..” the woman purred, letting her watchful eyes follow the wolf as he took several steps backwards. It was wise of the boy not to turn his back on her, for unfortunate things were quick to happen to those who stalked too close to coyote territory without a worry. Her lovely form turned around and stepped along the marked border that neither of them had chosen to cross. Ruby remained on the wolf, but she had decided against setting after him just because she could. A younger version of Halo would have done so immediately, but while she now remained a highly unpleasant being, she would not immediately seek violence. Perhaps she would, but thoughts of a blue eyed Russian had infested her thoughts, and she did not believe that he would have been pleased with knowing that she chased after mere children.

The clan member’s focus was torn from the boy, finally, as a voice sounded from afar. It was a woman’s; a stranger’s, but her approach had not been noted the least. They would be two now, and though she assumed it would not turn nasty just because she had become a minority, these were still the clan’s lands and her next move was conjured out of instinct. The metallic breath of the sword stole through the chilly air less than a second after, and ruby sought the approaching form of the woman as she made her way out from the underbrush. The wolf and the coyote had both been young when they had met, and she failed to recognize her instantly as the girl that had been saved from being eaten by her wild pets.

Pripyat Soul · 01-10-2011, 09:39 PM

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Still she cooed and purred and played with him as Pripyat had never experienced and every few moments he allowed his large paws to take a few steps back. Her voice was still all sugar, but everything else about the woman was bitter. What had looked lovely to him when he first laid eyes on her now seemed garish and gross, and her image was beginning to repulse him, the teasing voice churned his stomach. His only wish now was to be away from her, but the best way to accomplish such a feat had yet to be determined. He could continue to back up, but she could only follow. He could turn and run, and surely that would yield results for she walked on two and he on four, which favored him with speed. To turn his back on the woman however seemed terrifying and he didn’t dare to do it, not now. So he could keep speaking to her, hoping she went away on her own, until he was forced to turn tail and run. Or bare fangs and fight, something he had never done before. Not even in play.

It was then he recognized his own name, though the voice was at first strange. So preoccupied with the woman before him Pripyat had not heard or scented the approaching female. Addison. His mind spun for a moment, what was she doing here? She belonged in Phoenix Valley. But then so did he. It didn’t matter why she had come, only that she had, and relief flooded the boy. He wanted to bound over to her and embrace her as he never had, as he had never felt comfortable doing. Yet he stayed glued in place and he had no time to speak before ocean eyes moved back to the Inferni female.

Whatever she pulled out was foreign to him, he was unaccustomed to weapons of the human kind. Yet he recognized it enough to know it wasn’t a friendly thing, and he knew also he face and actions to be hostile. Whatever damage could be done with such a weapon now seemed aimed at Addison, Pripyat was almost forgotten in place of the new comer. Jefferson’s face flashed before him, and Pripyat felt suddenly guilty and scared all at once. Addison was there for him, he knew that now. She must have followed him and guessing his purpose come to bring him home. It was his fault she was here, it was his fault if she got hurt, and Jefferson would never be able to forgive him. All at once something inside him took hold, he did not understand it but only acted on instinct. With a snarl he had not expected, he hurled his body forward, making sure he fell between Addison and the weird weapon.

Addison · 01-17-2011, 01:52 AM

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This was the type of thing that she had hoped to never have to experience again. The second that the short Inferni member came into her sight she froze, her mind reeling. Addison couldn't believe that she was seeing what she was seeing. This was the same thing that had happened before, but different. It wasn't her being held hostage by Halo and being fed upon by rats with Jefferson bursting in, but Pripyat here with the Lykoi bitch and herself coming upon the scene.

Pripyat seemed to sense that something was wrong as Halo neared her with the gun. Addison cursed her limbs for remaining frozen, wishing that she could move but finding herself unable to. As soon as her brother moved in front of her, however, she found life. She rushed around the silver male toward Halo and her sword, wanting to get her in close-combat where her weapon would be less useful. She had never used a sword herself, and couldn't know for sure, but it made sense in her head. Addison wasn't the biggest wolf on the block, but she desperately hoped that her size would give her some kind of advantage.

As she stepped toward Halo she ducked down, scooping up handfuls of rocks, dirt, and snow and lobbing them at her face. "RUN, PRIPYAT" Her voice growled back at her sibling. Addison reached up to try and grab the female's hand to lower the weapon or grab it from her, though that would likely prove futile.

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Halo Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 12:54 AM

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How dared the little shit to snarl at her? Deep rubies narrowed greatly and pupils shrunk until they were nearly invisible in seas of boiling crimson. The long blade that had been drawn out from caution now received a different response from the secure hand wielding it. The metal glinted hungrily as it twisted; sharp edge darting towards the male in response to the youth’s bold encounter. It was more defensive than aggressive, for the boy had crossed her invisible boundaries. Red followed the true threat in the picture though; watched the woman duck down and scoop up handfuls of gravel. Hand had already darted up to protect her face from the incoming, horizontal rain of dirt, rock and snow.

Lips parted and revealed glistering white rage in the form of jagged canines, for this was definitely an attack on an Inferni member on clan grounds. The wolf was up close to her now, gripping for her weapon hand. Unfortunately things wouldn’t be so easy. Halo spun, always keeping the young Soul male in mind as she stepped closer to the attacking wolf and forcing the other’s body to come between the young male, strong muscles forcing the female with if she wanted to make a serious attempt at removing the sword from the hybrid’s grasp. Jolting her blade and hand backwards to draw the wolf towards her with force, her knee dashed up and sideways, aiming to crush against the attacking woman’s kidney.

Pripyat Soul · 03-03-2011, 09:48 PM

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RUN, PRIPYAT The words came to him as if they held some authority over him, and lanky, silver limbs moved to respond. Quickly they carried him out of the scuffle, and it was only when he was clear of any threat of danger that family obligation and chivalry snapped in his head again. Eyes turned to view the scene again, Addison in close combat with the nasty Inferni woman. One last surge of adolescent courage seized him and the boy once more charged the coyote, jaws snapping as if they might catch some flesh. Yet all he really hoped to do was serve as a distraction and so when he came to the woman snapping his eyes shut right at the moment when he might collide with her, and then he leaped away before any fury might be turned upon his young body.

Twisting, and this time not even looking back to see if Addison might be followed he fled, hoping that his small interference had granted Addison a way out, or perhaps given her the upper hand. Or in the very least cause whatever blow the Infenri woman was about to deliver to be less accurate, less harsh. He barely slowed until he was half way back to Phoenix Valley, and only then did he slow to see if Addison was behind him or not.

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