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Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-09-2011, 05:33 PM

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Sorry for the huge wait on this. >.<

Escaping the patient room to get some fresh air was no longer a feat of Herculean proportion — it was easy to 'evade' the handsome healer when he was busy with other things, even though she found herself restricted to the area around the...'guest house'? The words he'd used to describe the area had been wholly unfamiliar to the pseudo-Egyptian woman, but she now knew more than she had when she first arrived. Inferni. This place was Inferni, home to a breed of small, non-wolves and non-jackals that she had never heard of before. Coyote. Coyote was not a word found in the vocabulary of the African fae, for coyotes were not seen in the region of her birth. Not natively, at least.

Inferni was very much a real world that still appeared to border the world of the dead that she had feared for so long. It reeked of death. The skulls warned outsiders of the coyote's purpose. As she ambled toward the borders, she paused to study the bleached bones that marked the death of so many...large canines. Wolves were not the same in her home as they were in this place, that was clear. Back home, back in Egypt, the skulls would have bore the shape more similar to a coyote. Smaller. These were giant craniums, so much larger than her own. What beasts were present in this new world? What monsters would she find if she explored the world beyond her perceived Duat?

She approached the outside world with caution, gazing upon the mountains in the distance with all the wonder of a mortal woman. The mountains offered comfort. They were safe in the shadows of the deified creation. The mountains. She exhaled and closed her eyes, taking in the presence of the rocky formation as her mind allowed itself to clear. It was peaceful. But what monsters awaited?

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Melee Soul · 08-09-2011, 08:50 PM

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No worries! Big Grin

Melee reflected on the difference between hunting in the optime form as opposed to the lupus form. There was a lot more involved. One had to prepare weapons to kill the animal because there wasn't as much emphasis on teeth as a means to kill. They also had to consider the coordination of limbs that had dual purposes. Instead of having one purpose - walking or running - the limbs were separated into two distinct categories: arms and legs. They had to work together to take down their prey, but their jobs were so very different. The legs had to get them running toward the prey while their arms prepared the weapon with which they might kill their food. Which was why she had been working on honing her optime hunting skills - they were far clumsier than her lupus skills.

The results had been mixed. With a half day of hunting, she had managed to miss four separate meals that she would have undoubtedly caught in her lupus form. She had learned some things in all of her hunting, though. For instance, she couldn't really expect to chase down the small animals. Whereas she might have been able to follow them in her lupus form, her optime form was too large to get through the underbrush. This lesson had left her with scrapes across her knees and lower legs, as well as a few burrs that she had picked out of her coat. Melee had decided that she would try one last time at the base of the mountain. If that didn't work, she would go home and eat something there. Either that or shift into her lupus form for some hunting, which she was certain would garner more results than her previous attempts. The Soul girl wasn't one who liked to give up, but there was a point where her hunger would overcome her desire to succeed in this form. Already, her stomach was grumbling.

Melee was so intent upon her prey - a small rabbit - that she wasn't even aware of anything else around her. All of her senses were honed on the animal, her claws were ready to grab it tight and kill it. Her ears were forward as she crouched on the balls of her feet. The young wolf abruptly sprang forward, running toward the rabbit. Completely, blissfully unaware of the closeness of Inferni's borders and the close proximity of a stranger. Focusing only on her grumbling stomach and the meal she hoped was soon to come. The rabbit darted away as soon as it heard the thud of her paws on the ground, it headed right toward Sa'adat in its own stupidity. If the Inferni female didn't move out of the way, it was likely that Melee was on a collision course to run directly into the other canine. Because by the time she looked up, the girl was going to be too late to stop herself. Certainly a collision would be a very interesting way to say hello.

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Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-10-2011, 02:22 PM

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Kinda...short. >.> sorry.

Had Sa'adat been paying attention, she might have realized that someone was coming closer, but alas it wasn't so. The air had shifted, carrying scents away from her, and in her state of calm...well, color her surprised when she was bowled over by a larger body. The tiny jackal emitted a yelp, swatting with meager strength at the shape in an attempt to get away from it before it ate her (what made her think it'd eat her?). بعيدا عني ، شو! The Arabic tongue came full force and furied, breaking the calm that she'd been drinking in only moments before. It took only a moment for her to realize that this other being wouldn't understand -- what were the chances they knew her mother language when so many inside of Inferni did not?

Gathering her courage, or what little was left after the upbringing her mother had offered, she cleared her throat and detangled her kaftan from the stranger before scrambling to her feet. Jackayote features focused on the mass of cinnamon and tan and brown, wondering if this was one of the fearsome creatures she'd been expecting. Well, the girl didn't look fearsome. She didn't even look very old! The jackal-hybrid frowned and crossed her arms, one ear flopping to the side as she wondered what exactly this was supposed to be. Some sneaky, sneaky creature who hadn't managed to be completely sneaky? Or just some adventurous child?

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Melee Soul · 08-10-2011, 05:11 PM

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Short is fine! :3

Melee looked up and her bi-toned gaze became immediately startled by what she perceived to be the rather abrupt appearance of someone else in the area. It was unfortunate that she was looking up right as they collided, their bodies tumbling in one lump toward the ground. The breath whooshed out of the young wolf's lungs and she had to catch it again as Sa'adat disentangled herself. Having never heard of Sa'adat's homeland - much less hearing the coyjackal's native tongue - she had no idea what the jackal-coyote had said. Her ears flattened in apology, her lips pressing together. It had been her fault that they collided, after all, and once again her meal was lost to the brush. "I'm sorry. I don't understand you." she said, apologetically swaying her ears.

Melee pushed herself up off of the ground, standing up so that she wasn't sitting uselessly on the ground anymore. Some part of her wanted to be standing because it was safer, too. She balanced carefully on her feet, her bi-toned eyes never leaving the form of the canine she had collided with. Her tail swished from side to side as she dusted off her body, brushing off a few stray strands of grass and other debris. The girl's appraising glance quickly shifted across the stranger, taking in the oddness of everything about her. Everything about Sa'adat fascinated Melee. From her lean, slim body to her large ears and her strange language. "Sorry... about colliding into you and all." she said. It seemed all she was going to do right now was apologize. Her posture was clearly apologetic and her ears flattened back for a moment in a silent wave of apology. Though she had no idea if the stranger could understand her words, at least the body language should be clear... she hoped.

Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-10-2011, 10:42 PM

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Just as she expected, the girl spouted forth English words. Sorry and you were all that could be deciphered, but Sa'adat did not believe that she herself needed to apologize -- was the wolfgirl doing it instead? Sorry. Sorry. The language barrier made it difficult to be sure, but such had been the case since she left Cairo and she expected it would be until she managed to learn the language of her new home. Her eyes remained focused on the younger girl as she brought herself to her feet, emerald green dancing over what appeared to be a normal female shape. This was one of the monsters? She didn't look like the leader of her new home, less angular and more meaty and clearly not a jackal like those who inhabited her old home, yet she didn't truly resemble those wolves who managed to mingle in the desert city either.

More English. More sorry. While the language made communication hard, the girl's body offered forth her apologies and caused Sa'adat to feel sympathetic. She hadn't wanted to upset the girl — what use was there in causing problems when a friend could be made? She offered a shake of her head and a smile and tucked back salt-and-pepper strands as she tried to show the stranger that everything was fine. She wasn't hurt. Her pride wasn't wounded. All that had happened was an innocent accident. لا بأس ، أنا بخير. Without a concern for personal space, she reached out to pat the girl on the shoulder, albeit awkwardly — physical contact had never been approved of by her mother.

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Melee Soul · 08-10-2011, 10:57 PM

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Melee felt the weight of Sa'adat's gaze on her and rubbed her good hand against her arm. It was a self-conscious, anxious gesture. She felt awkward in the presence of the sleek, elegant coyjackal. Her bi-toned eyes flicked briefly upward at the jawline of her company, then back toward the other's feet. The last thing that the Ichikan wanted to do was to instigate some sort of discord between them. Melee's feet shifted nervously, awaiting a cue that she had not struck a vicious nerve. Though she wasn't too afraid that Sa'adat intended her harm. After all, the coyjackal had readily separated from her and was even now keeping a conversational and non-confrontational distance. Still, Melee didn't feel wholly at ease. That was pretty normal since they were newly met and newly met in a strange way at that. Which was entirely Melee's fault for paying so little attention to what was going on around her.

She was not surprised that Sa'adat spoke in that strange tongue. Melee was surprised at the touch of the other woman's fingers against her shoulder. The Soul wolf tensed briefly because she had not anticipated it, but she quickly relaxed. Physical touch was something that she tended to do herself, sometimes when others might find it uncomfortable. So now she was just on the receiving end of that same emotion. She smiled and wagged her tail a touch to show she appreciated the gesture. Then she placed her good hand on her own chest. "Melee." she said, introducing herself. Hoping that it was not insulting to use a gesture like that to convey what she meant. For now, she was making the assumption that Sa'adat didn't understand any English words. Melee figured that it was just body language which had translated for what she meant before.

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