Dawn braced Calixte's blood and caused his morning fur to weep tiny ice tears. His breath curled towards the sky like incense burning gently. Unfazed, his strict-footed trot kept the body's embers ablaze. He watched as sunlight slowly curled her fingers through Earth's wild hair and french-kissed his entire body with the passion of obsessed lovers. Life flowed from the sun's all-embracing tongue and filled her lover's muscular body with rousing heat.
The end of winter's unforgiving indifference had the land moaning in orgiastic reverie every morning. Without breaking foot-beat Calixte smiled at the blinding horizon, Thank you for this. All of it. He was particularly fond of this new day because of the inner-hardships of lastnight. A residual shiver reminded him of the cold that had easily penetrated his very being.
As he moved across the Earth (or did the Earth move across him?) he sensed numerous scents intensifying beneath the hot sun. He paused. Concentrated messages from the past met his nose at ground-level. He shuffled slowly to allow his spasmodic nostrils the chance to read the contents. Deer had visited this spot recently, rabbit and raccoon too. He was surprised by the concentrated canine smell, and quietly wondered if he had found a bountiful oasis of victuals and kin. Deep in him the word 'home' hummed a longing tune, but he could not quite bring the thought to consciousness. Afraid, Calixte was afraid.
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The night had been specially cold for the small jackal, who was not used to the cold. She had managed to pass through the night cuddling on her Secui form to Moro, her deer, who had surprisingly adapted to the weather quite fast. Even his pelt was now growing a thicker layer of fur. That morning, Quetzal had allowed him to walk freely for a while, as she shook off the weigh on her head that made her feel sleepy. But he hadn't returned, and she was starting to worry. She had learned many days ago that there were many wolves around this area, and she supposed that not all of them were related to deer as companions, but like food. Quetzal walked around, emitting high-pitched calls. Moro knew these calls, and he would return once he heard them.
After walking for several minutes, Quetzal recognized the smell of her beloved mount, and ran after it on all fours, still on her Secui form. As she ran, she found another smell. it was of a canine. A coyote if her memory didn't fail to her. It was close. The jackal female felt afraid. What if somebody else found him before her? She hoped that the fact that he was carrying her scarf, which clearly smelled like a canine, disuaded other carnivores from hunting him.
Finally, she found the goofy animal laying on the ground as if nothing. The female reached his spot and licked his neck. The deer returned the mimes as well, licking his master's pelt, more than happy to see her. But their happy moment didn't last too long. Another smell appeared on the small forest area where both creatures were laying. And it smelled as if whoever was there was scared. Quetzal moved on her feet and stood protectively in front of Moro. A small part on her mind chuckled, getting the irony of the moment. Usually it was moro who stood in front of her like that. But she silenced that thought. If she needed to fight, she would have to have her whole mind on it.
Fight to protect...
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So what if I'm crazy?
The night had been cold. Much colder than any of those nights in the mansion in Venice, sheltered by silken blankets and a silken nightgown. Colder than the nights spent in the dilapidated cabin on the fifty-year-old ship she and her now-dead family had used to sail to this unknown world. Even colder than those days spent on the trail from New Brunswick to Nova Scotia. She wasn't used to this. Sure, Italy could be cold, but she was always well sheltered and waking up with a stiff back and a stiff neck was something new to her.
It was long past dawn. The girl, in optime form, stretched, thinking she was back home, then realized what had happened. This wasn't Italy. It was a hostile, dangerous place, where one could sleep outside and almost freeze to death, then wake up and be almost burned to death. That was what was happening now. The sun was shining with an intensity she had never felt before, and she longed to see civilization again. She stood up, running her fingers through her long coppery hair, and began her search.
What she found was not necessarily what she expected. She smelled canines, but mixed in was the smell of deer and of many other wild animals, which would make bountiful prey. A rabbit darted by, and her paw shot to the longbow and sheath of arrows forming a cross around her back. As quick as lightning she strung her bow, aiming directly at the rabbit. But before she could shoot, she saw something else out of the corner of her eye. A lone canine, only a few meters away from her. She did not lower her bow, even though it was directly against her lessons in etiquette.
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Heyyylo, Liz and Ann! Of course I don't mind. 
Some unseen puppeteer manifested Calixte's hopes as instantaneously a jackal and a buck (of all things!), and a hybrid registered in the coyote's various senses. Respectively, the former pair in her nostrils, and the latter singularity in his eyes and ears. He saw determined frustration in her fortress of fur and muscle as it held the taught bow at the ready. He figured out it was she who pursued the rabbit he smelled. Frightened, but too in-awe of such a regal huntress, he lowered his four legs to appear smaller than his already tiny, 24 lb. frame. He was saying, without talking, I agree it is fair payment if you decide to shoot me, for I have cost you a worthy lapin meal. He quietly wondered if his primal canine language would sate such a civilized creature... That she might really shoot him. He'd seen civility breed its exact opposite: savagery of the worst kind.
The coyote felt a calm wash over him. He looked up to the Artemis figure with the usual warmth that pervaded his being, then he shifted his sights to his right in hopes she would silently follow his line of vision. Only after a few seconds of intense meditation on the landscape did he see the jackal standing guard over the buck. Though the Cervidae was invisible in its element, Calixte knew it by the story of complex scents.
A glint of a smile twinkled at the edge of his lips. He was surrounded by strange, brave women ready to tear him limb-to-limb or shoot him, he wasn't sure. It terrified and gladdened him all at once. If there was a fond way to die, surely it was at the hand of such apt canines. Still silent, he observed the situation with a new burst of intrigue.
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The jackal female stood on her place as she spotted the two forms standing before her. Both of them were coyotes. However, they were on different forms. The one closer to her was a male, who stood on it's lupus form. The other one, a female, was on it's Optime form. This one looked far more civilizated. She noticed that this coyote was a female by her curvy forms. She was holding a bow, hovering over a carcass. It looked like a rabbit, so the jackal supposed that it was a prey. She sighed in relief at this. At the moment Moro was far from being a meal if there was already a carcass on the place.
The female heard how her company animal stood up and walked by her side, sniffing the air nervously. Quetzal cut the distance between her and the female coyote. By the aspect, she seemed to be quite civilizated, and would understand the bond between her and her animal. Though, she stayed a few meters away from both, specially because the coyote female had her bow still rised, and The jackal knew perfectly the function of said weapon. Her emmerald eyes scruted her deeply, trying to find a sign of hostility. The silence was getting a bit unconfortable, and she didn't want to loose her nerves right away. "Sooo...hi! what's up?" The female adressed both coyotes with her piping voice. She noticed that the male was smirking, and she wondered the reason. He looked as if he was deep in thought. She wondered what would he be thinking about. Hopefully he isn't thinking about dinner
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