A little more intensity from you
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The sway in her back was more prominent than she thought it had ever been, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Halo had almost always taken good care of her body, and it really helped lessening common complications. Of course, life wasn’t perfect--she loathed being unable to move around freely like before, but she was carrying on precious treasures along with her, and it was wonderful.

The scent of death was gone from her room, thankfully, and these days she kept herself busy rearranging her room. There was no way she would shuffle around with the larger furniture, but she had acquired a lot of items over the last years, and had sort of just let them lie around. The woman had been egoistic enough to raid many rooms when she first moved into the mansion and had it all to herself, and she was generally good at saving the furs and skins from the majority of her meals. In other words, she didn’t lack old quilts and warm pelts.

Yes, there were even a few wolf pelts tucked into the pile of furs. It was so wrong, but that was probably what made her love them the most. They offered fond memories. Oh, how she wondered how Symera would treat the puppies when they arrived. The girl wasn’t her flesh and blood, but it was the first child she had developed actual affection for. Of course, she had loved her only son as well, but it was a mother’s instinctual love and little more.

The door to her bedroom was open, but she didn’t think much about it. Members knew that she was an unpleasant individual, and few ever bothered to interrupt her anyway. The woman was sat down at the bed, going through pale pink and bleached white bones from various, lesser animals. She had much more--she definitely had an unhealthy adoration for bones--stocked up in her locked closet. She really had to start making more jewelery.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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The Mansion was more well-known to Myrika these days. She had been too intimidated to settle into it upon first arriving; she still kept her quarters in the Great Village, alone and separate as it was. Now, however, she moved comfortable through the old halls, inhaling the scent of must and Inferni packmember alike. She had visited this place recently for one purpose: visiting her grandmother. Myrika had never imagined she actually had a grandmother -- the concept was entirely foreign. Before first meeting Kaena, she had wondered if the old woman would bake her cookies or something equally cliche. Myrika had abandoned all notion of a kindly old woman upon first setting her eyes on the old lady -- scarred, twisted, and more ancient than Myrika had realized, there was simply no way her grandmother would be baking any kind of cookies anytime soon. The things she had learned, however, were of more value than all the cookies in the universe.

Myrika no longer felt as if she was a stranger to this Inferni. She had sat in the old woman's room, often after bustling around and cleaning and straightening things out for her, and listened to story after story about Inferni, her own family, and indeed, the deeds of the scarred, graying coyote before her. They had inspired in her a sort of anoesis, drawing her away from her body and the room in the D'Neville mansion to the old Hell's Coast. This had given her perspective, and she had begun to understand Inferni. The skulls had frightened her for long months, but now she passed them without second glance. The tawny woman had yet to add bones of her own to the borders, but she was certain it would come, in its own time. If these stories were right, before long, someone would hate her merely for her coyote heritage. Perhaps they would hate so much they attacked, and Myri could earn her bones.

She paused at a scent, and the tawny woman's nose twitched, her turquoise eyes sparkling with apprehension. Halo was close by -- in her room, no doubt, and Myrika had to pass Halo's room to exit. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, contemplating this. She wasn't sure what to make of Halo: it was clear the reddish-hued woman did not enjoy the company of too many others, and clear she was something of a pariah -- few canines of Inferni mentioned her. Kaena liked her, however -- Kaena loved her, Myrika was quite sure. Myri's own interactions with Halo had been limited, at best. They had passed in the halls and held a conversation or two, brief little things that exchanged nothing vital.

The coyote decided she would intrude. If Halo didn't appreciate her presence, that was fine -- but Myrika would not simply ignore her. She lifted a pale hand and knocked softly at the open door, standing behind it so she would not be able to see in the room, but Halo might see half of her and recognize the intruder.

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As always, always, always, the corner’s of the russet lady’s mouth twitched with the desire to break into a full frown as nearly soundless footsteps seemed to hesitate while passing by in the hallway. Over-sized audits turned at the absence of sound before knuckles tapped against the worn door. Slender muzzle dove upwards along with a deep inhale in pursuit of scent. Though, deep scarlet eyes had already wandered to the open door and was investigating the hues of the feminine figure as the present scent established that this was indeed that Myrika female.

Halo was initially devoted to family, but it had all gone to the hounds as her years in Inferni had allowed her to see and discover things she didn’t like. Plus, there was so little loyalty around it made her physically ill if thoughts were to linger on particular individuals for too long at the time. Myrika hadn’t been born to Inferni, like Halo, and she wouldn’t be met with too much judgement. No, the Triarii found that she was more or less indifferent, though of course a little curious about this unknown family member.

”Enter.” The Lykoi wasn’t particularly occupied with anything specific, so why the hell not. An accompanied gesture with an unoccupied hand swiftly followed, and ruby gaze returned to the pile of small bones for only a moment more. She tossed the bone pieces onto the bed and placed pale palms against the lovely curved belly. "What do you want?" She didn't mean to sound cruel, but she assumed there was a reason for Myrika being here.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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Familial loyalty was not something that was sensible to Myrika. Pride in family? Certainly -- that was acceptable and sensible. But one could not choose the individual members within a family, and while the cohesive group was to be respected, nothing in law or morality stated the individual pieces were, by themselves, innately good. There was no quarter given to those who shared Myrika's blood where suspicion and mistrust were concerned -- especially considering all that Kharma had told her. Myrika really did not think Inferni and these Lykois were all bad -- many were crusty around the edges and a few more were outright sour, but none had harmed Myrika, either.

The word was spoken as a command; Myrika fancied it may very well have been one, considering Halo's elevated status in rank. Even so, there was little formality in the way of submission and dominance here -- Inferni reminded her of Thornloe in this one and only regard. There was no demand for rigid hierarchy and constant respect for one's superiors here, as there was none in Thornloe. Still, she did not think it would be wise to dawdle in the face of this ruddy woman. Halo had shown herself to be volatile at best, and Myrika did not think now was the time to make her wait on anything.

The words were harsh, but Myrika let them roll over her shoulder and drop to the floor behind her, forgetting their acerbity instantly. Her head dipped in a momentary show of respect, lifting once more. Nothing, really. I wanted to see how you are, if you needed anything, the woman said, grinning her kindly smile. Halo's belly had grown in immensity; the hybrid woman could not help but look upon it. It seemed to mesmerize, and Myrika found herself strangely anxious and anticipating these children, though she hardly knew their mother or the clan they were to be born into.

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