saw death on a sunny snow

Vheissu · 12-30-2010, 12:56 AM

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~~2 people at the most!~~ Reserved for Miriette!
The Dampwoods at about 5:00 PM on December 28th.

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The vigilante stopped abruptly, white eyebrows meeting together between his eyes. The trail was … gone. It had been growing fainter and fainter, and now it seemed that it had evaporated. Vheissu growled, dropping his pack on the soft ground. There was no way, no possibly way that he could have just disappeared into thin air. The ginger man dropped to all fours, circling the area where his pack lay. He wandered a diameter of several yards, sniffing every tree he passed, even climbing into some of them. But there was nothing.


Vheissu returned to his pack and fished out a cigarillo. He checked his stash; there were about half a dozen left. He’d be getting over his addiction real quick if he didn’t find or make some more soon. That was not what was on his mind at present however. Sitting on the forest floor, Vheissu began to toss around a handful of possibilities in his mind, engaging the problem. He followed the trail correctly, of that he was certain. Even he knew he was an excellent tracker. It stood to reason, then, that his prey must have been picked up by something or someone. Vheissu lowered his head to the ground once more, inhaling deeply. But it was just as he thought; no blood either. So he was still alive, or had been at the time. That was just as well. He wouldn’t be for long. Vheissu took a long drag and exhaled.


There was only one plan of action. From what he had learned from passing through Inferni, there were six other packs southeast. He'd have to visit each one, interact with its members, request information. One annoyance after another. The smoke swirled around his head, and he glowered through the cloud.

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Miriette morte dre Soul · 12-31-2010, 03:05 AM

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OOC: Sorry if this is a little confusing. This is my first post with this character, omnom. :3 Trying to get a feel for her.

The evening drew to a heavy close around the Dampwoods, the ever soaked ground freezing as the temperatures dropped lower and lower beneath ever bruising skies. The cold had no effect on the thick-furred hybrid as she crept through the treeline, silently, carefully, eyes always on the prize. She was painstakingly keeping downwind of her target as he finally seemed to give up and stop, that vast determination decaying into simple confusion. Bloody reds and painful violets clashed before dying sun, wrapping the trees and the pair of mixed breed canines in a burst of wild, vibrant shades. Chocolate pelt glowed warm hues in the multi-colored dapples of the gently shivering trees, while silvery orbs alighted upon the ginger fellow bent over his pack. A wicked grin slipped softly across wolven cream maw. A man lost in the growing darkness of a winter's night? Easy prey...

Dark chocolate fingers twined into ebony locks, playing for a moment with the end of the loose ponytail. Did she want prey? No longer did Miriette feel the lust for blood of another, but that didn't keep her attitude out of the red zone. What was he doing out here that had kept him so interested in his tracking? She'd only been following him a minute or two before he'd stopped, interested in his pack of things and the strange determination he exhibited as he went. Whatever the fellow was up to, it appeared to be important.

Not that it mattered at all to Miri. The Soul descendant was bored on her walk back to Phoenix Valley, and her nerves were growing to be a touch frayed as she got closer. Really, one would have thought the Luperci miss was incapable of getting nervous- but when it came to the Valley pack and its scarred leader- her father as it were- even Miriette found herself a bit unsettled. She had been intent on killing the man only a short while ago, after all, and here she was returning with hope- could it be called hope? Hope that Jefferson Soul wouldn't harbor any hard feelings for her actions then. She had matured, after all, and now felt comfortable enough in her own skin to believe it was time to return.

She watched from her post against a large boulder, as the ginger male began to smoke. Nasty habit, that was, but Miri didn't mind partaking in it socially... so she was less than bothered with it. The wind changed directions, awarding the brute a good whiff of the coy-wolf's scent, though Miri seemed to care less, climbing up onto the boulder she had been behind to lay out on the chilled stone, gaze settled firmly on the traveling male. "Let me guess. You're not lost, right?" Said she, Québecois-esque french accent darting over her somewhat bored words. He could answer or ignore her, his choice, but she wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

Talk. Think. Walk.

Vheissu · 12-31-2010, 05:00 PM

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Oh no, it was marvelous!

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Movement in his peripheral, a shift in the wind, and a small mystery was solved. Vheissu had been vaguely aware of another presence in the quiet wood by a prickling on the back of his neck, (paranoia was useful every now and then) but had given little thought to it. He had been far too occupied. But now his attentions were drawn from things unseen and to the dark woman perched upon the rock close to where Vheissu sat. Her scent on the wind told him all he cared to know; she was a wanderer such as he was, though perhaps more familiar with the territory, and belonged to no particular place. The vigilante took another long drag from the short black cigarillo and turned his narrow gaze to the stranger.


"Right," he answered her gruffly, flicking his finished smoke to the frozen earth. No, he was not lost. At least, not in the sense she implied. The ginger man smiled grimly to himself, the expression probably unseen in the dusk. He observed her for less than a minute before turning away to stare through the trees which were steadily becoming covered in shadow. The night would soon be all around him—them actually, for there was indeed a woman in his immediate vicinity as well. Company had become an abstract concept to Vheissu. He sighed.


To stay or continue the hunt? That was Vheissu’s concern. Night was close at hand, which in all likelihood meant that packs wouldn’t want strange travelers knocking on their front doors and sniffing around their borders. He could continue moving, at least, until he was far enough from the next pack’s territory—was it Phoenix Valley?—that he could set up camp without being bothered or accused of trespassing. Yes, that seemed to be the best plan of action. Vheissu stood to go, then paused, offering a glance to the woman. Was she going to follow him, or stay there?

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Miriette morte dre Soul · 12-31-2010, 05:42 PM

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OOC: Cx Why thankies! Same for you.

Miri watched with mild intrigue as the man eyed her a moment, calm, light metallic gaze searching mahogany hues for his reaction. She rather enjoyed reactions, particularly those from men and interesting sorts, when she managed to play the sneaky, coy lady prowling for social interaction. This brute, though, with his graceful stature and rusty hide, offered little in the manner of a reaction, only taking another drag of his cig and looking at her again. Miriette felt almost disappointed. Almost. If he didn't feel like being fun and making startled faces or gawking at the chocolate furred female for her somewhat provocative position, well... that was his problem. She shifted upon her rock, tail curling in an almost dog-like manner.

Ebony dipped harks swiveled forward as gruff voice left slender, red-marked maw, their owner simply watching. Of course he wasn't lost. Men never wanted to admit they had no idea where in the world they were. Miriette, well, she was born here in Nova Scotia. There was not a single place that held no memory for the hybrid female within a few hundred acres, it was likely- especially here, within the Dampwoods. She had grown up here- not a single leaf was unknown. The coywolf cocked her head at the now silent brute, slight amusement crossing her more wolfish features. Coyote's build finally rose from its place atop the now warmed stone, creamy maw creased in a slightly wicked smile to be lost in the falling darkness. Gaze rose to the skies as the defiant rays of their flaming star pulsed into hues of crimson and maroon, pooling into the ever darkening navy mantle draping itself over their world.

Still the silence ensued, until Miriette leaped off her perch, alighting gracefully upon dark paws and slender hands, sending a rustling breeze through the hibernating plant life. As she stood, the man stood, and she prepared to continue her tracking of the canine prey that now knew of its predator. He offered her a glance as she twined dark fingers behind raven head, arms raised to cup the sides of her head. Of course she was going to follow him, silly paranoid man. "Well then, monsieur not-lost, dare I ask where are you going?" Her quebec accent lilted softly over her words as she reached his side. If he was heading to Phoenix Valley like she was, it wouldn't hurt to travel with him, right?

Talk. Think. Walk.

Vheissu · 12-31-2010, 07:04 PM

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:3

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Yes, of course she would follow. Though Vheissu was unsocial and largely taciturn among others, he was certainly not rude. He would tolerate her presence, perhaps even speak to her. He eyed the chocolate woman curiously, briefly admiring her sharp eyes. She wasn’t a child, yet she was still as curious and playful as one. Calm, self-assured, almost cocky. She amused the coydog, though his squinted stare and the slanted turn of his mouth indicated otherwise.


Truth be told, the man had a soft spot when it came to women. Not in the common, ordinary way men did; he had forsaken his natural urges long ago. No, it was more paternal or fraternal the way he felt about women, even the fellow hunters like himself. Perhaps it was because he saw his sisters in each of their faces, lost, lovely, and wild alike. Perhaps it was another reason. Of course Vheissu had spent countless nights lying awake, pondering this exact topic. But now was not the time to revisit this long-weary subject.


Her inquiry brought him from his brief reverie. The ginger canine swiveled an ear toward her, tilted his head, and let a few moments of silence reign, broken only by their footsteps. He didn't want to divulge too much of himself to the stranger, no matter how charming she was. Vheissu pretended to ponder for a moment more before answering.


"There's a pack this way," he grunted, Southern accent revealing itself better than in his previous one-word response. "Phoenix Valley, I think it's called. I'm headin' that way." It crossed his mind that she might be headed that way as well. She couldn't be a member, judging from her sent, but perhaps she knew the place well enough to have friends there. That would be just as well. It was possible that she might even have seen Vheissu's quarry, unlikely as it was.

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Miriette morte dre Soul · 12-31-2010, 08:13 PM

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OOC: x3

Ah, the silence. Had he not responded before, Miriette might have thought the man disliked her presence and wished her gone. She almost believed he did anyway, judging by the scowl'd expression and gruff answers. A hermit, maybe? All the more fun to play with later. Hermits tended to be unsocial and easily frustrated. But this fellow, he seemed like a rather boring hermit. Smoking and clipped idle conversation didn't make one a social butterfly, after all. It made one the villain sitting at a table playing cards with washed up actors and old men. He spoke, ebony satellites swiveled to his voice while an invisible smile escaped across the length of widened fairy maw. He was going to Phoenix Valley after all...

Steely gaze looked shortly back at the hybrid male, searching his eyes for a physical reaction. Still nothing wild and interesting for the coywolf could be found. Perhaps she hadn't been forward enough yet. At least he was speaking to her, if only in clipped sentences. "Ah. Phoenix Valley... pretty place in the spring." Could she really call it home? Having only lived there a short while, with the majority of it engulfed by revenge-driven plots to slay the Phoenix Valley leader, an amnesiac murderer, her estranged father. The chocolate hued man was many things to Miriette, but what she would tell this stranger involved none of it. "Now why would you be going there? Planning on joining?" That was her reason, anyway. His would hopefully be more interesting than that.

As they padded along, Miri contemplated the hybrid brute's appearance, deriving his coyote heritage with little qualm, to say the least. The other part, that was tougher- some sort of dog, she decided, for his pelt to be colored in the manner it was, and for the amusing curl to his tail. She absently wished for hair colored like his, but soon dismissed it. She was shaded as her father was, much to the initial dismay of a young Miriette, but to the elder woman's advantage. She fit in better this way. The cherry red brute beside her, well, he would stick out like a sore thumb. Boy was he lucky. She chuckled quietly at the thought of standing out color-wise as she did in terms of her personality.

Stubborn, wily, forward. Quiet at the moment. She would have to fix that after she'd finished feeling out the expressionless redhead beside her. "Do you ever do anything other than scowl?" She asked pointedly, head leaned to one side to stare at his handsome facade. Really, you would think the man capable of more than a slanted lip and squinty eyes. Bother him. At least she was having some fun. Creamy maw upturned once again to the heavens, admiring for a moment the darkened shades of the dying day before settling once again ahead of her. Finally she lowered her arms from their position behind her head, and instead twined them behind her back, the slender fingers settling just above kit-like tail.

Talk. Think. Walk.

Vheissu · 12-31-2010, 08:53 PM

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Vheissu was indeed a hermit, a wandering star—self-inflicted, too, though perhaps he did not realize this—but he was no villain. He considered himself one, however. The lonesome wayfarer with fur that matched the blood he had shed was the way he often thought of himself. Despite his pessimistic view, there was little darkness in his soul and even less in his heart. Acting the villain and believing yourself to be the villain did not always mean you were one. Vheissu sadly did not believe this, and so considered himself the worst kind of evil.


Thankfully the chocolate woman’s thoughts were hidden from the hunter, so a bought of self-loathing was avoided for the present. Instead, at her prompting, Vheissu’s thoughts were turned toward Phoenix Valley. She knew the place, evidently, which was good. He could ask her a few questions, which he was sure would please her curious nature. When she asked if he intended to join, a short hollow laugh escaped his scarred mouth, and his frown lessened. The thought was genuinely humorous to the vigilante, who as we have discovered, did not even consider himself worth the air he breathed, let alone to be a part of something bigger than himself. He let out another low chuckle before answering.


“No ma’am,” came the reply. “I’m lookin’ for somebody… a friend of mine.” The final utterance was added with barely concealed avoidance, though that was his intention. No doubt it would spark her interest and perhaps even make her more willing to divulge information. “You might even have met him,” the ginger man ventured, offering a reassuring look that lingered longer than his previous had, dark mahogany eyes meeting her bright ones. He could be charming when he wanted to.


Having such a unique appearance privately bothered the coydog. Most bounty hunters were scarred, grizzled mutts or sleek coyotes who had about as much diversity as a piece of hay in a haystack. It was part of the trade. To blend in, to be able to pursue your quarry without drawing too much attention, was the ultimate disguise. But no, Vheissu’s fur was bright and his markings were unlike coyote or wolf, and while he could remain anonymous in cities and highly varied society, he was a walking wonder in remote country. Such as his current location.


The woman’s second question amused him as well, though he did not express it audibly. Instead his marred lips twisted skyward slightly, and one eyebrow quirked. “Sometimes I sleep,” he answered cheekily.

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Miriette morte dre Soul · 12-31-2010, 09:33 PM

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OOC: Lalalala!

His laugh, unexpected and short and hollow, startled the earthy toned damsel, and she found herself staring at the man with a gaze fit to stick that way. What on earth was so funny about that? She frowned at him, eyebrows crawling together in a scowl at the center of her forehead. Joining a pack got luperci through the winter, alliances protected loners from those out to cause harm. Really, being in a pack tended to be more intelligent than slugging yourself along alone... and it allowed for more constant company. Miri really was a social thing, after all... thoughts paused in their track as he spoke, her face growing blank for a moment before another frown plastered itself across her muzzle.

Ma'am. One slender eyebrow rose in distaste. Ma'am. Really? Did she really look that old? Her self-inflicted stab at her youthfulness was lost on the male as he continued his reply. Looking for someone, eh? It was hard to look for someone these days, even if they were right under your nose. She'd lived under her father's nose for months and he hadn't grasped it- but then again, the amnesiac alpha didn't even remember himself, so he couldn't really count. Miriette leaned in close, brashly invading personal space laws without even a second thought. "Looking for someone, hmm...?" She said, hot breath misting over crimson fur, "And who might that be?" Certainly wasn't her... and if the person the wanderer sought was in Phoenix Valley, she could only guess based on what he might say next. Slate orbs roved the length of his fiery face and chest from this new vantage point, even straying to other places on the male's form, obviously appreciating the color and the... assets beneath the shade. "Love the fur." She said matter-of-factly, a slightly hungry grin passing over creamy maw for but a moment. "Is your quarry similarly... colored?"

Oh no, she wasn't subtle. At all. Never really was great at being such. If he didn't like her appreciation of his form, well, he could go fuck himself. Her thoughts then changed from his body to the idea of another similarly shaded man. What an interesting sight that would be, a pair of sunset-matching Southern men side-by-side. Smoking hot and exotic, the pair of hybrids would be, and that there would be a pair was even more awesome-inducing. Miri absently wondered where in the South he was from before returning to her own bubble, giving the self-proclaimed hermit some space. That was enough space invading for her, judging by his thusfar bothersome lack of physical response. Honestly, didn't this guy have expressions other than serious-scowl face? She glanced sideways at him before looking forward again, seemingly content for the moment.

Until he opened his maw to answer her last question. Cheeky bastard. "I'd have thought you scowled in your sleep as well." He certainly seemed the type- grumpy in the morning, noon, and evening, and even in the depths of his sub-conscious mind. Bother, that wouldn't be any fun.

Miriette changed the position of her hands again, once more crossing them behind her head, pert breasts accented by the rising movements of her limbs. Graceful gait offered little reprieve from the overall shape of Miriette's slender form, though her slightly agitated twitching tail likely detracted from the sultry factor. Entirely not purposeful, Miriette seemed to pose herself for the redhead to return her earlier gazes. Perhaps effective, perhaps not, but nonetheless it gave a chance of garnering a better look from the older male- assuming he felt like staring in the darkness surrounding them.

Talk. Think. Walk.

Vheissu · 01-02-2011, 10:03 PM

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If Vheissu had been paying attention he would have noticed the woman’s displeasure at what he, being a Southern gentleman, viewed as a term of cordiality. He however was taking the moment’s silence to calculate just how long it would be until he finally reached Phoenix Valley with the woman in tow. She would probably slow him down considerably, he thought with a flicker of annoyance. But what could be done? He had better come up with something quickly.


Since the vigilante’s thoughts were thus occupied, he did not even notice the woman’s proximity until her sly voice came slithering into his ear. Vheissu inclined his head the opposite way ever so subtly, fighting a look of serious disapproval. He tried his best to keep his expression remote and reserved though the lady was gnawing on his proverbial last nerve. He cleared his throat. “Just a friend,” he answered, his tone signaling finality. He did not wish to give away too much when looking for his prey, most of all his name. In fact, Vheissu made a point not to even think of him in terms of his name, but instead the hotly pursued creature that he was. The wayfarer shrugged off the compliment, for reasons he couldn’t fully admit to himself. Did they look alike? The ginger man frowned, carefully calculating his next answer. A few seconds ticked by.


“You could say we were brothers,” he affirmed, darkness seeping into his voice. He had no idea what his answer could do to the lady’s imagination, nor did he care at this point. He wasn’t a fun person, just as the chocolate woman feared. Fun was a leisure that he could not afford, a concept that was almost foreign to him now. Vheissu could imagine now how much she was regretting engaging him in the first place.


The man let out a sigh, releasing with it some of the anxiety in his chest. Sometimes," came his grunt in reply to her final jesting statement. Either he was not paying attention to his company, or he was pointedly keeping his eyes off her, when he spoke again, changing the subject. "You heading my way as well?"

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