another sacrifice will make us pure

another sacrifice will make us pure

Vesper

09-30-2011, 04:07 PM

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Note - she's close enough so someone can see her from the borders, but not close enough for someone to freak out. Just in case I was unclear with my horrible post. ><

Vesper had been flirting with the borders.

She was not suicidal, however, and she kept far enough away from the scent-markings to insure she wasn’t on the wrong side. However, even that distance—just barely in range to be able to see and smell the pack territory—was strange for the solitary coywolf. She hadn’t come this close to a pack since arriving in Nova Scotia, if the trip in the fields near Cercatori d’Arte was not to be counted. She hadn’t been able to actually see the pack lands then.

Now, however, from her vantage point on the bulging roots of a large tree, she could see the suggestions of a divide. Beyond was a pack that smelled differently than the rest—the marks had been made by canines who smelled more of coyote than wolf most of the time. It made her curious, though it also brought to mind the band of yearlings she’d joined up with in her youth.

She did not know about Inferni, and she did not know that the woods stretching into its territory was called the Forest of Nod. She only knew that she was close and able to smell coyotes as well as boar; a group had passed across the border only recently, though they’d since retreated into clan territory, rendering it useless to chase after them.

The female sighed, dropping soundlessly from the root onto the cushion of pine needles that covered the forest floor. Her large ears swiveled toward the border once more, blue eyes focusing intently for any form of movement, but after a few minutes she was disappointed. She turned, and all that could be seen of her was a flick of her tawny tail as she disappeared into the foliage.

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Symera Villisca

10-05-2011, 03:07 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Zero; 500 words

The Symera lacked all of the skills of the older pack members but she had drive. She had the will and want to prove herself to everyone else. She didn't have the expertise in fighting or tracking or any of that but she could at least recognize when an individual was paying an exorbitant amount of attention to the borders. That was exactly what she had happened to spot. There was a lone figure skirting about the borders and Symmy had no clue at all who it was. She had no idea what they were looking for or anything of the such. In her mind it was probably the stinky that was causing such havoc to the clan. The one that was playing all of the mean and nasty tricks that kept on getting others hurt.

Eventually the small girl got tired of just watching and moved her optime shifted form out past the borders in order to intercept the figure that she had spotted in the distance. "What are you doing?" The runt found herself raising her voice in order to call out to the individual. She was a scent based creature rather than visual. She didn't take in outer appearance but focused on the scents alone to tell her what the individual was. What she got was a confusion she had come to accept as being almost normal. It was a strange scent that she was unable to place, one that seemed to cling to most everyone in Inferni. So scent alone had her changing her mind about what the other female's assumed intentions were. Heck, for all she knew the other could even belong to Inferni.

"Why are you all the way out here and not at home?" The question was posed under the assumption that this female belonged to Inferni as well. "Are you hunting stinkies? I can help you." After all she already had her first skull before she could ever shift. Now that she could she would just have to gain the skill set in order to be able to procure another, but this time all on her own. She couldn't wait for that. She couldn't wait for her first solo hunt so she could bring back a skull to show off to Halo. She couldn't wait to see the look on her caretaker's face and the praise that the young girl assumed would come with it.

"Stinkies are mean so you need to be careful." Was it weird that someone so young was giving advice out to someone older than herself? But then again Symera hadn't been the rambunctious and happy pup for so long. She had experienced one tragedy after another when she was so young that she already had a jaded spirit. Not to mention was constantly having to prove herself to her larger brothers. So she knew all about the unfairness in life and hadn't exactly allowed for her to have what most would consider to be a normal puphood.

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Vesper

10-07-2011, 11:05 AM

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Vesper was not quite sure what she had been looking for. Perhaps staring would give her some idea who they were? Perhaps she had been waiting for a member to show themselves? She wasn’t quite aware that her staring might have been marked as suspicious, that she could have been mistaken for an enemy spy scoping out the boundaries. She might have considered it if she’d been more familiar with pack customs, but as a loner, she only knew that actually crossing the border and stealing prey was completely forbidden.

A call made the coywolf turn her head sharply, her tawny fur bristling as she spotted a two-legged shape walking toward her from across the borders. The fact that this individual was younger than her didn’t really cross her mind; she was in defense mode, knowing a wrong move or word could bring down the rest of the pack on her. She had been caught—and while she firmly believed she hadn’t done anything wrong, she knew the cruelest of packs wouldn’t care for evidence. They would kill first and ask questions later.

Vesper did not run away. She turned to face the younger female, a purebred coyote with a normal coat of browns and tans. There was no denying that she smelled of the pack, and so Ves adopted a respectful if not quite submissive air.

Before she could find an answer for the question, the coyote went on, asking her why she was “all the way out here.” Large ears twitched, and Vesper glanced across at the borders, assuming that her “home” had to be the girl’s home. She was then asked if she was hunting stinkies, and the childish word among the miniature-adult persona the girl embodied made her nose wrinkle in amusement. “I’m not hunting anything right now, no.” What was a stinky?

“I have no home,” Vesper went on. “I don’t live in your pack. I was looking at your territory, though”—she paused a moment, trying to find a valid reason—“to see if anyone was around. I wanted to ask what your group is like.” She was indeed curious about the clan, having attempted to take note of every faction within Nova Scotia. It was a lot easier to live alone if you knew your neighbors.

The girl proceeded to tell her to be careful around stinkies, and while she was amused again, Vesper was careful not to look like it. She instead nodded as if filing that information away. “What do stinkies look like?” she asked, wondering what on earth the coyote was talking about. Taking a seat, she added, “Just so I know to be careful around them.”

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Symera Villisca

10-13-2011, 03:42 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Zero; 325 words

There was a brief moment of disappointment as she was told that the other wasn't out here to do any hunting. Symera really wanted to end up bringing back another skull to show off to Halo. She wanted to show herself to end up being capable as something more than just prey. She wanted to have the killing blow for herself. Perhaps she would just end up having to go hunting all on her own. Maybe she could borrow one of Halo's weapons and head out by herself in order to bring back a stinky.

"All of them smell weird like you. I am the only coyote there even though I was told it was a place for coyotes." It became even more obvious that she relied upon scents rather than appearances to end up telling her what something or someone was. Of course this seemed to cause a great amount of confusion for others. It seemed as if she was the only one that relied so much of her nose that others couldn't understand when she spoke about scents so often.

And it would seem as if this female would end up being the same way as well. She wanted a physical description of stinkies so that she could spot them at a glance. "Stinkies look different. No stinky looks like another stinky." At least she hadn't spotted a common occurrence between them just yet. The colors and sizes varied from one to another. The only consistent thing was the smell. "It is a stinky because it stinks. It always smells the same. It always stinks." She spoke with disdain for the foul smelling monsters. Symera refused to call them wolves. She refused to use any term that would separate one from another. To her they were all the same. There weren't any nice ones in her opinion. Then again she was biased and thought all coyotes were good and all wolves were evil.

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Vesper

10-16-2011, 09:05 AM

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Short, blahh. Also I realized Ves would probably have injuries in this from an earlier thread. >> Pretend she's been limping? xD

The girl explained that she was the only coyote in the clan—something that made Vesper prick her ears and look toward the borders again. A place for coyotes… It had to be Inferni, which a few others she’d come across had told her about. She was intrigued, but why wouldn’t there be more pure coyotes such as the perceptive runt in front of her? “Smell weird… like mixed up, almost?” she ventured, not sure if this meant the young Infernian was picking out the scent of a hybrid. That Evane chick would have a field day, she thought, frowning. It was the first time she’d been physically attacked for being half-coyote.

The girl went on to explain that stinkies all looked different, and Vesper decided that she wasn’t talking about an animal such as a bear or boar; it was harder to distinguish non-canines from each other. She nodded as if completely understanding. “I’ll be careful, then,” she told the young coyote. “But you said you could help me hunt the stinkies?”

It would have been hypocritical for her to be uneasy around a young one who’d killed anything before. She’d started fighting around this girl’s age, after all. Few canines in the wilderness outside Nova Scotia—and even those growing up as loners within the ’Souls territories—seemed to have the luxury of an easy life.

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Symera Villisca

11-08-2011, 03:28 PM

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The girl thought about the words before she finally ended up nodding. That sounded to be the best explanation so far. It was better than anything that she could some up with. She only knew that the others smelled weird but she was unable to explain exactly what it was that made the others smell weird. "Yes, you don't smell like a coyote or a stinky." And those were the only two species that she could recognize, though only when there was a higher percentage of one versus the other. Everything else to her just simply smelled weird. She knew nothing about hybrids or that there was anything more than coyotes and wolves.

Symera gave a nod of her head in affirmation of the offer that she had previously made. Yes, she could hunt them. Granted she hadn't tried it on her own yet but she was confident enough that she would be able to manage at least. "Stinkies are stupid so they are easy to hunt." Or such had been her experience with them thus far. Then again she would never relate brains to the savagery the she had experienced with the species. To her they were just mindless animals that needed to be gotten rid of.

It was true, Symera didn't know what it was to have an easy life. She had already experienced that it was kill or be killed when she was outside of Inferni. Of course it showed just which option that she chose. She was more likely to be vigilant and seek to slaughter any stinky that she came across rather than waiting for it to attack her first. While she didn't have the training she most certainly had the warrior's spirit. She was ready and willing to fight for her survival, as well as to maintain the home that she had found.

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Vesper

11-09-2011, 12:54 PM

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Vesper narrowed her eyes thoughtfully when she was told that she didn’t smell like a coyote. While canines relied heavily on olfactory senses as a rule, she didn’t understand the concept of someone who didn’t rely on visual or other clues as well. Ves liked to think she was more coyote than wolf (even if she was genetically half and half), though despite her slender and angular features and big ears, it was obvious that she was a hybrid.

She opened her mouth, thought better of it, and nodded instead. “Like the rest of your pack, then?” she questioned lightly, glancing past her and the skull decorations at the territory. She decided against informing this coyote girl of her parentage. Saying that she was a coyote would likely confuse her, and admitting that she was part wolf—or stinky, she realized—might be disastrous. She had no doubt she could take on the runty pup if she got violent, but it wouldn’t make a good impression on the rest of her comrades.

She smirked faintly as the young luperci confirmed that stinkies weren’t difficult prey. “Do you smell any now?” Vesper asked, glancing back into the forest where she’d been lurking. “I could help you if one gets close. Right now, though, I need to go easy.” She turned to display the leg that had been bitten by the bear; it wasn’t a debilitating wound, but she knew that bouncing around on that limb wouldn’t help it heal. “Maybe we could look for them, and you can get your friends or family to hunt them,” she suggested. She wasn’t prejudiced against wolves, but if there were anti-coyote ones lurking, it would probably be safer to let Inferni take care of them.

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Symera Villisca

11-28-2011, 07:30 AM

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Appearances were deceiving, that was the most simple explanation. There had been one that could pass for coyote by looks alone but they had reeked of wolf. That right there had solidified for the small girl that appearances could be trusted. Appearances lied whereas scents did not. One could change their appearance but they could never change their scent. So was it really so strange that she relied upon the one thing that had proven to be the most reliable option?

The young female gave a nod of her head. That really was the simplest explanation for it. it also led to why Symera had come to the conclusion that the other could have belonged to Inferni as well. But then again Symera had made that same mistake with a few hybrids since she couldn't distinguish the scents easily enough. So while her basis for judging someone was flawed it was still the easiest for her given how she lacked knowledge of hybridization.

Symera took a moment to sniff at the air before she ended up shaking her head. "No, I don't smell any close by right now. We can go hunting if you wish to and then I can show you what a stinky is." After all she was unable to properly explain what a stinky was since she refused to give them names. It would be easiest for a wolf to be found and allow Vesper to sniff it out for herself and then make her own decision on the matter. After all Symera had been corrected on her word choice before but she refused to change her habit. She refused to think of wolves as anything but monsters that needed eradicating. That was the only way that she would ever feel about them because of what they had done. There was simply no changing her opinion just as she wouldn't be changing the way that she referred to the species either.

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