Wanderlust
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366 words. Left AW for any Anathema wolves who want to either scare Talitha off or meet someone new; Talitha doesn't know about the recent unpleasantness between Anathema and Inferni yet.
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Dated back to January 23rd, 2011; around noon.

It felt good, being home. Even if she didn't stay there during the day, it still felt good knowing she would go back to it later. That she would be able to have her own space, her own family, her place in the world of Inferni.

As it was, she wanted time to think without distraction; as quickly as she woke from her room in the D'Neville Mansion, moved from the grounds in an attempt to find solace somewhere else. Her bipedal form moved smoothly, with graceful steps that took her to the borders of the territory. Where would she go to think? Where could she go that no one would find her?

Her body twitched as she allowed the change from her lanky bipedal form into the four-legged one that her father preferred. Her hind legs grew shorter, causing her to hunch forward as her arms followed suit; her hands grew smaller, thinner, with the fingers lining up so close together that they almost didn't look different from one another. Her body became smaller, more linear. The final touch, once everything was in place, was her fur; the long locks of hair she let loose spread out into a shorter mane of coarse coyote fur.

It was better to run that way, at least for her. She moved faster, fit in smaller places. And that was what she did. As soon as she felt the last strange sensations of her body contracting into its natural form, she was off in a mad dash across the land. She didn't know where she was going, or where she'd end up. All she wanted to do was run and clear her head.

When she finally came to a slow stop, a new scent was in the air. A heavy scent, a familiar and yet so different scent. She had come near a pack. What pack? She cast crimson eyes around the region, ears falling back against her small coyote skull; where was it? She saw no signs, no life across the expanse of land. With careful footsteps, she paced the border, sniffing warily at the air. Danger was always a possibility.


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Yay. Tho sadly you gotta put up with him in his evil mode xD
Btw, he in optime for here ^^

Pacing up and down along the border. That’s what she was doing. Alaki had been observing the lone female for awhile as she paced the border. From the looks of it she had not noticed him resting up in the branches of one of the trees along the border; few ever did bother to look up. Analyzing the female’s movements he noted that he seemed cautious, unsure even, possibly even scared. What was a little scared coyote mix doing outside of Anathema borders he wondered, from her scent he was sure she was from one of the nearby pack; the name of the pack escaped him though.


Swinging his legs to one side of the branch he turned to get a better look at her. She was in her lupus form, brown in colour and there was nothing unusual about her. Just your average day coy girl. But why was she by the border? The fact she was so close to his home irritated him; he struggled to contain the urge to attack the female for just being near the border. She may have a reason, he told himself. Ask first, attack later. But still, the anger bubbled and boiled within him.


He chucked quietly to himself, reaching down to receive the pocket knife from where it was tied to his ankle. If the little girl was so curious as to what lay beyond the border, why don’t he show her? He repositioned himself quietly on the branch, his feet firmly planted on the branch ready to jump at any moment; as he moved he was careful not to knock his bandaged right arm. Now all he had to do was wait; so he waited for her to pass by him, then jumped from the tree; landing neatly upon two legs, a few paces behind the unknown female.


When he felt solid ground underneath his feet he pushed of, moving into a dash towards the female. A low snarl escaped his lips as he closed in on her. With a smooth practiced movement he brought the small knife up to the female’s throat.


“Who are you and what are you doing by Anathema borders?” he questioned, his voices devoid of emotion. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.


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367 words. So not a fan of the transformation. @.@


A few more passes, just a few, and then she'd go home. Or she hoped.

She had miscalculated the scent. She didn't realize the stronger one, the one in the tree, where the black male sat in wait, patiently watching before he made his move. She had been expecting an attack from the front, but as the knife came before her throat, she realized too late that she hadn't been as careful as she wanted. A shrieking bark was cut off as she tried to push past his grip; just as she feared, Andrezej had come back to finish her. And there was no Gabriel. There was no Anselm. There was no Foalin to make everything okay. Just Talitha. Just Talitha Lykoi and the vile Andrezej.

But the voice that came to her ears was all wrong. As she thrashed, not realizing the knife as it left surface wounds to her chest and neck itself, she hear the voice of the assailant and it was not Andrezej. Wrong. She had been wrong. Again. As always. Andrezej was dead. The realization brought down her panic, the detached voice calmed her to the extent of stillness. She would be fine.

"Who are you and what are you doing by Anathema's borders?"

Anathema? Her voice echoed his own with the lack of feeling, her own tones soft and crooning as she asked her own questions: "What is Anathema." A new pack? A new place? Had she wandered to an ally or an enemy? Was she in danger, should she have been more careful? The de le Poer's body tensed, growing and lengthening in the grasp of the dark male. Her toes separated into fingers, and with unpleasant crackling, her legs elongated to gain new joints. Her fur lengthened, her body thinned, and in the end of it stood Talitha, the tall de le Poer daughter of Inferni's lands. She remained on the ground, unable to stand properly with his arm about her; if she wanted to kill herself, she could have tried, but she didn't.

"Anathema is this pack?" This time, her voice held more merit. She wondered where it was; there was no movement across the ground before her.


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He got a conscience but couldn't quite pull nice off. He still in bully mode. Lol xD And sorry for short reply x.x

He’d only planned to scare her a little, intimidate her maybe. But he had not planned to hurt the small coyote; he had just wanted to find out the reason for why she was lurking around the border. If she had meant harm to Anathema, then he may have attacked. No, not maybe, he’d have attacked for sure, he corrected himself. But until he knew her intentions he would not act. Yet, the way she reacted; something was off. It seemed… yes, it seemed she was having a panic attack. The small female thrashed around, his knife wounding her before he had a chance to pull it back. “Jesus Christ, calm down!” he shouted at her.


Patiently he waited for her to calm down and complete her change, then brought his arm away from her and closed the pocket knife, then stepped back to give her room. When she did clam down, she was going to have to answer some questions. Yet, despite the panic attack the female did not answer the questions he had asked. No, instead she asked him questions, his mouth twitched with irritation; he’d had a knife to her throat a minute ago and here she was ignoring him and directing questions at him instead. Was she brave or was she a fool?


“Anathema is the pack that resides here; so let me ask you again. Who are you and what are you doing here?” he repeated his initial question to her, his voice slightly softer this time. If the female had meant no ill will towards the pack, he sure was going to feel guilty for startling her like that.


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402 words. Haha. That's okay. And don't mind Talitha; I guess she was more drunk than I thought.


Her body, now stretched from the small four-legged canine into the lithe Optime form of a woman, relaxed. Slightly. He seemed startled by her panic, shouting at her to calm herself. His voice. It was all wrong. But even knowing that, the face of Andrezej Lykoi wouldn't leave her mind; his eyes pierced her with fear as an imaginary hand reached out to grab her. She screamed, a sound choked out past a closing throat; her breath came hard, unable to suck in enough air to maintain a sense of calm. She worried for a brief moment that she would faint.

She didn't. No, it passed so quickly that she could barely comprehend that it had happened at all. The facade of Andrezej faded from her sight, leaving only the empty land before her and the stranger at her side. Talitha didn't bother to move from her kneeled position as she asked her own questions, curious about this Anathema that the male mentioned. It was rude to be so demanding, and to ignore his own inquiries, but she didn't care. She was Talitha Lykoi, she was the daughter of a widespread family. She was the queen, and the rest were paupers beneath her once set outside of the Inferni lands.

A coal-tipped ear twitched as, finally, she drew herself to her feet. Crimson eyes settled on the male as he spoke: Who are you and what are you doing here? The command of information brought a chuckle from the subtly inebriated de le Poer, a soft sound that barely reached the air, hidden behind a languid gesture of hiding her black muzzle. "You can call me Magician," she crooned, tail whipping to the side before she added: "I was just wandering." It was the wrong name; in fact, it was hardly a name. Though he had shown no true ill-will, she had already let her guard down. Best to back it up with some smoke and mirrors while she could.

Taking a step to the side, making a small semi-circle about the dark-furred male, she watched him. He was handsome, but his resemblence to Andrezej made her stomach churn. She could only hope he wasn't so detestable. "And who, might I ask, are you...fair prince." The words were punctuated with trilling laughter, as the exhaustion in her muscles mixed with the presence of the whiskey she consumed earlier in the morning.


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This is the equivalent of Key being in a nice, happy mood. Enjoy ~

His brows drew together with irritation; the coyote was taking him for a fool. That much he was sure off! His lip drew back to reveal his teeth as he let out a short warning growl at the female, he was not in the mood to listen to her rubbish; he wanted answers and he wanted them now. And the answers he was getting weren’t to his satisfaction. Magician my arse, like hell she’s a magician he internally complained. Then a thought crossed his mind and he burst into laughter; clutching his stomach as he bent over gasping for breath. Once the laughing fit passed he wiped a tear from his eye and looked at the female again. The urge to laugh again stuck him; but he resisted this time.


Then, as the ‘Magician’ walked around him she asked yet another question. What a rude little coyote he had stumbled upon. And what was worse is that she asked information about him; and since she was already playing the name game he decided to join in to. “I have many names, but you foolish little coy, may call me ‘King’”.


Following the female’s lead he began to pace a small circle around the female. “You, little brave Coy who claims to be a Magician. Do you have a death wish? Or can you perform a trick?” he questioned her. A wide, toothy grin slowly spreading across his face; his eyes alight with amusement. “As the last time I checked, Magicians performed with tricks. Not very trustworthy if you ask me; all they can do is perform and fool people. So you may want to invest in a name that makes you sound a bit trustworthy” he informed her, finishing it off with a wink. “And wandering is a lousy excuse for approaching our borders, then again. If you perform a trick I may let you off the hook. How’s ‘bout that?”.


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VIVAT INFERNI

Walk . Talk . Think
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He was defensive, knowing full well that she lied about her identity. How surprising. The wolf wasn't an imbecile, not like others she had come across in her past. What a queer fact about the black-furred monstrosity, the aggressive bastard of the earth. Like any other wolf, this stranger held no place in the reserved heart of the coymutt woman; she felt no need to relay important facts about herself.

"Myron." The name rolled off of her name with such a surity and confidence that alluded to it belonging to her. She could be Myron, she could be Talitha. She could be anyone, given enough pressure to hide facts. And this stranger didn't deserve a ready admission to her true self. The name masked the woman's persona, leaving her with a false confidence in the presence of danger.

A trick. Could she do a trick? Having consumed a bit more than a little liquor, she had a steel resolve in response. "Not at all, but I can do this!" With that came laughter and, in a quick and fluid motion, she moved from her feet to her hands, letting her toes stretch out toward the sky. What did she care if the worn cotton of her skirt flopped the wrong way? Or that her hair obscured all sight? She remained in the inverted pose for only a moment, returning to her upright position with less ease than she had left it; indeed, she toppled over instead.

Her clumsiness brought forth more eruptions of laughter, a sound that was silenced as he spoke once more. Her smile faded. Talitha's world became grey once more. It was so like a wolf to threaten a daughter of the beautiful Inferni lands. So like one of the monsterous devils. Her face became somber.

"I was just wandering. Clearing my head. I advise you to bite your tongue on the worth of my excuses."


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Gah, sucky reply. Sorry, couldn't think of anything better x.x

The next name he received was more believable, but still most likely a lie. It irritated him that he could not get the truth out of her, but he’d settle for Myron; it was better than the obvious lie of Magician. But what followed after the name he did not expect; his eyes widened slightly as the coy burst into laughter and stood upon her hands, it wasn’t until her skirt flopped the wrong way did he follow her laughter. He’d seen the handstand thing before, in fact, Selene walked on her hands day in day out, so the over all trick was somewhat wasted on him, but he gave her credit for trying, and was rather amused that she’d taken the trick thing seriously. Maybe if I told her to do a back flip… No.. well, not when she was this close to the border at least.


“Well then, Myron. That’s much better now isn’t it?” his voice mocking as he praised her as if she were a pup. He smirked at her, amused by his own comment; after just a few minutes he had decided to drop any and all manners, believing they were both pointless and unnecessary when handling this particular coy.


He watched as the female stood upon her hands for a moment longer, that was, until she fell back down in a clumsy manner. Seeing the female fall, Key burst into hard laughter, clutching at his stomach as pain erupted in it from. Yet, as randomly as she stood upon her hands, her mood changed. She seemed to be serious about wondering around, and with the change in the coy’s mood Key returned to being the serious border guard that he had started out as.


“One can never be too sure when it involves one home. So, don’t expect me to apologize for suspecting your reasons. So now that you’re wandered here, what do you want?”


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She dusted herself off, solemn faced as he retorted to her words. Though his words rang true, she grimaced; he had mocked her, and he was rude, and she was disgusted. Just like a wolf to be so rude to a visitor. Her crimson eyes settled on the dark fur with a holier-than-thou gaze, for that was what she was. To the ruby Massacre eyes, he was nothing. Just another wolf, and they were not worth the time spent to make them. Hypocrisy in its finest.

"There was no pack here when I lived in Inferni last. I certainly didn't come here for anything." Her head tilted upward, staring at him with condescension hidden behind the ruby red irises of her eyes. Youth brought stupidity, and she counted herself amongst the records of proof. But she couldn't ever remember being rude, not when it wasn't warranted.

She tossed her curled brown hair to the side, drawing a piece of fabric from the belt at her hips to tie the chestnut locks up off of her face. She wanted to be able to see him, the disgusting thing, while she spoke to him. Small steps carried her away from the wolf, maintaining her gaze during every second; she wouldn't be caught off guard by him again. She refused.

"And who are you, little boy?" Again, her voice held the seductive overtone that hid condescension. He was a wolf, and she was far better, and he would do go to respect that. She certainly wouldn't allow him to walk all over her. She was a Lykoi. She asked the questions, she got her answers first. That was the way of her world.

As she waited for his response, she glanced over the border, studying the land there. It was far too close to her home for her comfort. Only tens of miles away. It was possible she could see it from the border of the Forest of Nod. But where was the pack?

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He paused to consider her words for a moment and in all honesty he couldn’t blame her. Anathema was a new pack and there had been many occurrences with canines breaching the border for the did not know of the packs existence. Sometimes canines relied upon sight more then scent it would seem; just because the pack was out of sight they assumed we were not there. He let out a soft sigh, despite the coys suspicious behaviour she had a fair point, how could she know about the pack? But, at least she had the common sense to stay outside the borders. Others hadn’t been as smart as her.


But not knowing about the pack did not justify why she lingered by the borders so. After scenting the pack she should have left. “I understand you may not have known about us, but you shouldn’t have lingered so by the border. Makes one a look a little suspicious you see” he teased her slightly.


Clear blue eyes watched as the little coy created space between the two of them. Good decision for what she asked next made him consider pulling his knife to her throat again. He really did not like people asking for information from him, especially when it was personal information. Yet, he tired of the coy’s games and deemed it more beneficial to tell her his name than to lie to her again.


“I’m Alaki, no last name, warrior of Anathema” he said wearily. Now all he wanted was for the coy to leave so he could go back to peacefully sleeping in a tree.


“Next time, don’t hover by our borders or at least approach them with a valid reason. This may be the only warning you will get little coy.” He told her sternly, trying to get his point clearly across. “I’ll ask you to take you’re leave now, please” he finished, gesturing with his hand to the opposite direction of Anathema.


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