Glass Cats On The Wall

Goran Bialy · 08-27-2011, 05:13 PM

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It was irrelevant to him. Irrelevant which pack he chose, but this was close to Io. He had always prefered Io, he was a man, of course he would. To be honest, he didn't really care that she took after her dog heritage than her more potent coyote heritage. He didn't care that her mother had exiled him for her own gains, no, because that was where he could rake in too. And he did truly want to catch up with Io again. He had dropped by Galileo, he had met up with Iven who had taken him to the wolfish male. But in the end it was all irrelevant.

Goran arrived at the pack's borders, he smiled at the rather marcabre scene he was greeted with. It was unmistakeably art, not matter what soft souled people think. He rather liked it in fact. A fact he pondered over while he sighed softly. He shook his head with a light hearted chuckle and let out a broad howl.

He stood back from the borders, crossing his arms across his chest and waited. Although he was an older man known, the thrill of meeting the 'locals' as he had put it excited him. He had known mainly only Slavics his whole life, although he wouldn't show it, he was no more than a hyped up pup.

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Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-27-2011, 05:25 PM

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Sa'adat al-Masri

her testament to the sky

She rubbed at her cheek as she left the guesthouse, tail swaying faintly in the air behind her. Enkiel had been called away by Ezekiel, leaving the Egyptian alone -- while she appreciated her own time, it didn't really give her much to do. Exploration was still fascinating, of course, and that was on her mind for the moment. Stepping off of the porch, she rubbed at her eyes with a feminine hand, oversized ears flattening as angular jackayote jaws yawned wide. That was when they heard a call.

Enkiel had explained much of her new home, but she was still unfamiliar with pack life in general -- Cairo was a settlement far unlike the hierarchy-based Inferni she now resided in. But a howl meant someone was seeking entrance, or at least seeking audience, and so she decided to flex her new language and try to help the poor soul who had wandered to her living-world duat.

Kaftan clutched tightly to her chest, she approached the borders in silence, emerald eyes focusing on the dark colored man who waited there. He was large, something she wasn't unfamiliar with but something she was still trying to assimilate to. At least he wasn't a bear, like the brown-and-cream man who had disappeared in the days past. Mustering her courage, she pushed back salt-and-pepper locks and focused her eyes on the chest of the stranger. "Hahllo?"

Goran Bialy · 08-27-2011, 05:49 PM

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Roped in by his call came a woman. Subtle colours shaded in her form and her voice seemed different. She was forgein like him, but from somewhere else. She didn't seem like any of the creatures he had seen near his homelands so he simply assumed that with the lupine in his area usually at the pole ends of the scale, namely either very dark or white coated, that she was a native of elsewhere lands.

He frowned softly, replying similarly, 'Hallo?' His Slavic tainted voice sounded out confidently, though nothing louder than his usual pitch. The girl was young, much younger than himself already past five now with no offspring to show of it. Hopefully Io would remedy that. He focused his mind on the rather limp conversation that he assumed was ahead of them, looking over his shoulder and then back to the girl before him, 'This is... Enferni, no?' His mind paused to search for the name, which when produced, unknown to him, he had spoke it wrong. But when he did find out it would only be a letter out and again it would become irrelevant.

He shifted his weight silently, eyeing up the skulls again taking in his potential home. That was if they would take them at least.

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Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-27-2011, 06:05 PM

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Sa'adat al-Masri

her testament to the sky

She remained shrouded in the trees around them, focused not on his face but elsewhere to offer the respect she was raised to exhibit. He returned her poorly spoken English greeting with a frown that she caught from the corner of her eye -- instantly, she wondered if it'd been a poor choice to come and meet him, but she couldn't simply disappear now. She had to assist as best she could. Her fingers twisted bits of her hair about them, waiting for him to ask the questions. Was this 'Enferni'? Luckily for her, she had been told what this place was, and though she still referred to it in her own terms while in the confines of Enkiel's company, the proper name was present in her mind.

"...yez, iz Inferni. You come...to..." She grappled with the proper term for what she was searching for, the proper term for 'join', but her mind drew a blank. Glancing upward toward the sky, she wondered what to replace it with -- certainly not Arabic, for this man was not from Cairo (he was not a jackal, and they did not have coyotes natively in her homeland), but she was certain there were other words she could use. "You come to...talk to leader?" It was the best response she could find. Join was a strange term.

Goran Bialy · 08-28-2011, 07:09 AM

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Goran nodded to himself, so this place was Inferni. Or 'Enferni as he had put it beforehand. Goran gave a breif smile before replying to the woman's question. 'Yes', he said, adding a noticable nod onto his words. He had heard brief words about this pack, or clan as it had been put to him. A heavy degree of intolerance to non-coyotes. And while Goran was neither here nor there about the different canine species, he did prefer coyotes. They had more elegance, in his eyes at least, in comparison to the large, stocky cousins. Dogs however could fall anywhere in between, though his intrest in dogs was more curiosity. 'I have have come to speak with the leaders'.

The ebony spined male shifted his weight again, he had never been one for standing still for very long. His tail flicked behind him slowly, brushing against the back of his legs, calming him somewhat. His internal impatience didn't fall through his external picture of chill. He had been given years of practice of course. He was at a loss for conversation, because this woman was obviously speaking is broken English and he knew nothing of Inferni, so he stayed silent until he needed to speak again. Though the barrier didn't reallly bother him, he himself had only learnt English two years ago.

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Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-28-2011, 09:47 AM

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Sa'adat al-Masri

her testament to the sky

She was a patient woman, with all the time in the world to listen and try to communicate. It wasn't hard to simply be considerate, though some people appeared to think differently -- her interactions with Talitha had proven as much. Still, this stranger seemed at least somewhat kind, and so she wasn't bothered when he agreed that he'd come to speak to the leaders. "Ezeki-el iz...busy, I sink? But Talisa...she iz not." Or she hoped the russet woman wasn't, for she was about to interrupt something and invoke the de le Poer princess' wrath if she was.

The petite woman turned to call back into the lands, addressing the Centurion with the frail call that was released. Her nerves were set on edge as she waited. Talitha was not the nicest of women, and she was certain that the leader female wouldn't be kind to this stranger -- she liked to believe it meant Talitha was concerned with the quality of people around them, but sometimes she wondered if Talitha was simply cruel.

Talitha de le Poer · 08-28-2011, 09:55 AM

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Left with her two children, Talitha was painting the likeness of her lost son's father once more on the wall of her father's cave. It had been days since she'd seen him last, days that had caused his scent to fade. He'd taken Cernunnos to Alaine, and now all they had to do was wait for him to return so she could ask about the welfare of her offspring and request his den as her own -- after all, she had five pups to attend to, and her space was far too small for all of them.

The call distracted her from her work and surprised her. Sa'adat? Well, Sa'adat barely spoke English, how could she possibly need Talitha? Still, the autumn-hued de le Poer huffed and went to be the attentive subleader she tried to be. She could at least make Ezekiel proud even if Gabriel never would be. The trek across the territory was a long one, as she was content taking her sweet time, but familiar as she followed a path she had taken so many times before. The scene was surprising -- the jackayote who almost never left the side of her medic cousin and a stranger across the borders. She snorted. "I think you should stick with Enkiel, he's better looking and probably more intelligent." She watched as the jackal woman's eyes widened, both confused and embarrassed at the outburst.

Talitha approached the stranger with apathy, studying him over crossed arms. "What do you want." It was a simple question, one she couldn't get an answer from Sa'adat for, and was only the start of the long list she was prepared to bludgeon into him.

Goran Bialy · 08-29-2011, 06:05 AM

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He spoke to the jackal hybrid again, bowing his head, 'Thank you', before turning to the new face. This woman was a leader, so with lowered ears and a still tail he turned to reguard her. She spoke to the jackayote, and Goran smiled, only briefly, anybody else would have been insulted, but it was probably true. He had never paid much attention to academic studies, he hadn't seen much point in it really. Even now it wasn't something he particularly regretted, there were more important things to learn about.

He lowered his head, 'I'm seeking membership within your clan'. She had asked bluntly, and he had put it so, but never the less with the due respect. He may have never had to join a pack this way, but he knew how to act when around pack leaders. He knew there were more questions coming up, he already knew what a few of them were, or what he expected them to be. He had witnessed many newcomer judgements within the pack he was born into to know.

Though, what did he know about this pack? There were many different kinds, with many different rules, and it was possible that the questions were different also.

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Sa'adat al-Masri · 08-29-2011, 01:00 PM

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Sa'adat al-Masri

her testament to the sky

The appearance of the autumn-colored Centurion was not surprising to the jackayote woman, but it was fraught with discomfort as Talitha quickly attacked the stranger with her abrasive attitude. Sa'adat was taught at a young age not to treat strangers, and certainly never men, in such a way — Talitha was free, however, and only bowed to the golden saviour she knew to be Ezekiel, the Aquila. Something deep inside of the woman envied the de le Poer's ability to be so cruel with her words, her ability to be loud and brash and cold when all the Egyptian could muster were the whispering words and female submission.

Talitha spoke about Enkiel, causing Sa'adat's features to grow wide and melancholy — was she teasing the younger female? It certainly seemed so, and it was enough to cause the jackal woman to turn from the group and make her way back towards the building she shared with Enkiel and his patients.

Talitha de le Poer · 08-29-2011, 01:08 PM

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The princess watched as her makeshift-nanny made her way back in the direction of her handsome cousin's home and the traces of a horrible, sarcastic smile cross her muzzle while her thoughts turned to what might be happening between the two of them — though Enkiel was a stoney, somber man...he was a man, and they all proved to be so similar in the end. Their relationship, however, was not the most important thing. This dark stranger was the current trend — people who came and went were not her favorite faces. Still, he was submissive enough, though it didn't matter. They weren't the monsters that demanded such a show. She was simply cruel enough to allow it anyways. "Clan? Why do you call us a clan? No one else does." No one who didn't live inside of it already, at least.

Crimson eyes studied the creature who was there, frowning at the larger stature he held over coyotes who usually came to her borders. What was he? A wolf? A dog? A hybrid of some vile formation, like herself and so many others who came into the world around them. They were losing what they should have kept. "You'll answer all of my questions honestly, and concisely, and if I find out you've lied to me, I will make you leave." Or have him killed, with some lie used to coerce one of her strong male companions to do the deed.

Goran Bialy · 08-30-2011, 01:57 PM

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He watched the jackal hybrid skitter away from the knife tongued female, his storm worn grey eyes following her until she disappeared, then Goran's gaze moved back to the auburn leader. Her voice sounded out again, asking why he refered to the pack as a clan, 'I heard it refered as such once, and as I was told more about it, it sounded a correct discription'. He answered simply, there was no need for a lengthy explanation. He didn't suppose the woman wanted to hang about dealing with newcomers.

'Of course' he said. He would not lie, not due to fear, though a good dose of that had always ran through his veins when facing much more powerful strangers. His honesty stemmed from respect as it always would be, for leaders he knew and those he did not. He was old enough to know, in depth, about respect. He had been granted it back home and now that Rosa had exiled him temporarily for her own gains he was granted nothing. Instead, he himself was the one lowering his head. He didn't mind so much though, he'd keep to himself most days, he had his own things to deal with of course.

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Talitha de le Poer · 08-30-2011, 02:34 PM

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Her features turned cold and dark as he admitted that someone had once told him more about it. Arms crossed beneath her bosom, she narrowed crimson eyes upon him with the worst sort of distaste hiding behind him, as an open book. "You were told about us?" She didn't care that others knew not to come there, but to have heard of it from wherever he was from — some foreign place, due to his accented voice — displeased her. What sorts of horrible stories were spread to bring outsiders to their doors?

But he agreed to answer all of her questions wholly and without false information, which was enough to set her into the motion of interrogation. It was how it always was. "What can you offer us. And I don't want to hear that you can 'do whatever it is my leader asks of me'; I hear it enough, it and proves worthlessness if you cannot pin down your own abilities." Why should Inferni bring him in? What did he have that they needed? That was the real question behind her words.

Goran Bialy · 08-30-2011, 03:46 PM

He nodded to her question, though he could see she had taken what he had meant wrongly. 'Yes, by a loner when I first arrived here. He told me some very basic information on each one and I chose to inquire about here'. In truth it had sounded a much better bet that any of the othr places. The word clan had insitlled intrest into his mind immediatly.

He nodded again at her orders, no, that was a stupid way to answer. They had had people like that back home, idiots who never stated their direct skills. The very idea set his teeth on edge. Taking a breath to prepare himself, he paused and considered his words. 'While my fighting skills can be described as capable, I am athletic and can travel long distances for whatever is needed. I can hunt well and my navigation skills are faily honed also'. He stopped, there was no need to over dress it. He would not lie and say he fought like Heracles, because he would be found out quickly if he did. And of course he could hunt, any canine that had spent a spell as a loner could or else they wouldn't be alive.

Talitha de le Poer · 08-31-2011, 10:10 AM

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I'm just going to accept you OOCly for now, since I hate holding up a joining thread and Talitha doesn't turn people away -- she just remembers to talk about them with Ezekiel. Welcome to Inferni. Again.

So the lone creatures were talking -- whether these words were good or the words of fear was beyond the mind of the de le Poer princess, for she so rarely left the borders of her kingdom in these latest days. It had brought the foreigner to their skull-lined home. She wondered who else it would bring in the coming days, and who else would leave because of it. A cream-mitted hand rose to rub at weary crimson eyes, filled with faint traces of frustration as she wondered just what to do with this stranger she was no longer interested in talking to. His answer came to her question of skills, and it was (as she had expected) laughable -- he professed capabilities that she saw in any man found within Inferni, most notably her handsome golden Aquila.

"That wasn't what I was asking. Of course you can do those things -- if you couldn't, you wouldn't be here now. I want to know why we should take you. What do you have that we need; that loner didn't skate on the details of us, did he?" Her hands found her hips, more curvacious now with the addition of the baby-weight that had fleshed out her bony body. Talitha wasn't a imposing creature, she didn't exude any sense of strength and her body was small and feminine, with the scantest show of her hybrid body in oversized extremities and wolf-shaped ears, but the Centurion was determined to give her brother only the best and had no problem being cold to strangers who showed interest.

She tossed mahogany tresses back behind her shoulders, narrowing thunderbird eyes while her mind turned over what to do with such loose information. "You aren't from this area, I assume, and so perhaps you don't hear the stories that they tell everyone else -- this place isn't for the weak of heart. We aren't coddling, we aren't kind, and I have no use for idiots who can't explain just how useful they will be to us past skills that any creature worth their salt can perform. We have capable fighters. We have capable hunters. What can you offer that astounds me?" She wanted some glimmer of magnificence, some sort of useful and unique skill that wouldn't seem like it was yet another echo of masculine strength and inability. So far, only a few had proven otherwise.

Talitha de le Poer · 08-31-2011, 10:10 AM

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Goran Bialy · 08-31-2011, 12:19 PM

He nodded, it had been a stupid explanation. A stupid idea to skirt his skills. Truly he didn't have many, but he had connections that he could use. 'I have connections, around here and overseas. I can get almost anything this pack needs'. All it would take was a quick letter to his 'friends' and the plan would be set in motion. But that was if the woman decided this was a useful skill to her pack. 'I also know where to find other canines happy to... rid people of nusances'. Assassins. Though he didn't want to name them as such, it seemed brutal, but it was never the less true.

He paused again, considering what else he could pass off as a skill. 'I can fish, fairly well and use various types of boats'. Not particularly usfeul here, but it was at least something. He uncrossed his arms, allowing them to hang by his sides. He shifted his weight, the standing around was getting to him, so he had to speak fast and precise. His armadillo grey eyes watched the scenery while he thought. 'I have heard the tales, the unworthy speak of you as demons. The worthy respect you as such'. He spoke in riddles, as per usual. The tales he had been told were the ones that drove him towards the place. He had no wished to rub shoulders with dogs and wolves.

Talitha de le Poer · 09-01-2011, 02:55 PM

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Cream-mitted fingers rubbed against the sockets of her eyes as his words came full force to explain what he had been keeping hidden -- connections, things he could get for them, people who could rid the world of the nuisances within it. Well, that idea simply made her laugh! They were Inferni, they dispatched their own enemies without worry of the blood on their hands, but she would let him think that was a useful thing if he desired it. It was his next words that truly interested her, for she had seen not a one who was capable of such a thing within her skull-lined walls. Fishing. Ezekiel, couldn't he catch fish? Well, he was it, as far as she was knowledgable. "Fishing. That's a start."

She curled her already curling auburn locks about her fingers as she studied him closer, her frown remaining despite her lack of malice. Again, he spoke, this time in riddles that made her laugh all the louder, a singing sound that was so rarely heard in honest circles these days. "Demons, they call us? Demons. Yes, I suppose we are. But they aren't as unworthy as they seem if they can understand that they need to stay away -- it's the ones who come close who are fools." She motioned faintly to the land around them, remembering the strangers who came to seek a home and then left, or the outsiders who could never hope to find a real place in her world.

But that was past. With a shake of her head, a step to the side, she extended her arm inward to the territory and waited patiently for him to step across the borders. "Welcome to Inferni. I'm Talitha de le Poer, sister to your new Aquila."

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