How Do You Pick Up The Threads Of An Old Life?

Vesper

#2

12-10-2011, 06:06 PM

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Let's get this party startteeeddd! +314

Vesper was a watchman for the clan. Even if her mind was still trying to digest the recent developments in her life, even if she’d prefer to wander outside of the territory again, she had to perform her duty in Inferni. She had been trusted enough to be promoted to the task she desired, and she wasn’t going to throw her responsibilities away just because she was distracted.

A sigh escaped the coywolf’s slender muzzle, and she turned her head with pricked ears to a rustling in the nearly bare undergrowth. Twigs clattered as a squirrel raced from the vegetation and skittered past her, causing her to wrinkle her lips back in a silent, warning snarl. Perhaps she was being paranoid, but she preferred to err on the side of overly cautious instead of walking blind and deaf along the border stakes.

The Vigiles sniffed the air experimentally then continued with her patrol, at least until another scent drifted on the freezing winter breezes. It was a pack smell that she didn’t recognize—but it was still an unwelcome one. Her mind filtered through the facts—wolf, male, young—and bounding forward on all fours she headed toward the intruding scent.

A glance at the skulls hanging off the stakes and tree branches told anyone that the slim, curly-furred dark male was not quite over the territory boundary. However, the youth wasn’t simply passing by, which was something that Vesper would have allowed him. He was sitting and waiting, bundled up in a cloak, muttering something to himself.

The tawny coywolf growled, stepping in between the nearest stakes and setting her cold blue eyes on him. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice not friendly but not unduly harsh, either. He had not yet committed the grievous error of stepping over the boundaries, but her suspicion was acute in her angular face.

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Helotes Lykoi

#3

12-10-2011, 07:08 PM

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I’m not going to bring Helotes in quite yet, just have him be nearby until things start getting a little more underway. He’s in Optime and riding Yegua, he’s eventually just going to ride in on the fight already in progress and attack with his staff if that’s alright / +323

It was bitingly cold today, snow threatened but had yet to fall, frost clung to the ground like lace and the dark Lykoi was training. He was pushing Yegua more so than he had before, now that he felt completely comfortable on her back. He twisted her, turned her, sharply around two stones several yards away from each other. As he raced in a figure eight pattern around these boulders he jabbed at invisible enemies with his new staff. It was made of a strong beech tree bough and he had stripped it off its bark, smoothed it, soaked it and heated it until it was to his liking. Yegua moved like water underneath him, her movements smooth and perfect. He had finally trained her to his liking, and this allowed him to take more risk in his training.

Finally he slowed her, giving her a break and both of their breaths left there bodies and arose into the air like dragon smoke. Earlier Helotes had seen Vesper pass by, most likely to visit the borders. She had recently been promoted to the Vigiles rank, which suited her well he believed. He himself had also recently become Hastaati, a warrior in training, and training he had done nearly every chance he could. He knew that soon he would have to confront Halo, a cousin of his whose fearsome reputation preceded her. But for now he was just polishing up his skill to the best of his ability.

Turning Yegua he decided to visit with Vesper, see if she had found anything at the borders; the tension had cooled between them it seemed, she had even tentatively sat near him at the gathering a few days ago, much to his surprised. All in all it seemed as if their deadly symbiotic relationship was beginning to become one of mutual respect. Perhaps in the future the two of them could form a bound of brotherhood.

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Frodo Silvertongue

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12-12-2011, 04:12 AM

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: Big Grin sounds good to me. They can attack after he gets all angry Smile

He still sat down, twiddling thumbs and biting his tongue and mouth in that weird, eager way of his, constantly moving and never sitting still. Someone watching him would be quite annoyed at the constantly wagging tail, the stamping feet and scratching of his curly fur. Eventually he steadied himself as a scent drifted to his nose, and the man stirred slowly, looking up nonchalantly, eyes two pools of green melancholy. Frodo drummed his fingers one last time and then clenched two fists together, his blunt claws feeling rough against leathery palms. What if it was someone dangerous who approached him? What if it was the alpha himself? What if, what if, what if? The wolf man took a palm to his face to subside his quirky doubts and calmed himself, inhaling the salty air. But yet it was a growler who approached him, speaking in a rather unfriendly manner. A she wolf she was, but she wolves were not to be underestimated, the Silvertongue told himself in the safe walls of his mind. Wotcha. I’m lookin’ for a kid. the curly haired male said, hoping she wouldn’t make a snide comment on the way he spoke. She seemed like the type. Makesthai. You know ‘im? He’d be a big ‘un by now, you get me?

Frodo stood up by this point, however it wasn’t a show of dominance or any sort of showing off. He simply wanted to stretch his legs; he hated keeping still. And the youth was only short, too. Only about five eleven standing up in optime, which was small for a male. In his mind and heart he hoped the little pup was ok. Or not a pup. He had to remember Makesthai wasn’t a pup anymore! He shook his head, orientating himself and steadying his thoughts. In the pit of his stomach, something just didn’t feel right. Something about this whole situation. He felt as if both something bad was to happen, and he was to hear bad news. He didn’t want to think that, but he did. Mr Silvertongue had yet to realise there was an inferni male nearby, for now it was just him and Vesper. The auburn and black brute turned to her now, looking her straight in the eyes. Perhaps not a wise move, however it was something he’d been doing all his life. Slightly startled, he awaited her reaction to his words.

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Vesper

#5

12-14-2011, 09:09 PM

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Meant to reply to this sooner, sorry. >< +300

The male was certainly fidgety; that Vesper could gather from an instant of looking at him and his constant little movements. However, what that meant, exactly, was something she could only guess at. Any fool wolf had the right to be antsy after padding up to the fearsome coyote clan’s borders—but if that was the case, why wasn’t he gone? What purpose had driven this young, dark-furred wolf here? His antsy movements reminded her of Oliver—the willpower he tried to work up when she boldly challenged him.

It was a rookie mistake to associate a new face with an old one, but it overtook the hybrid’s then vulnerable mind in an instant. Her ears lowered and she took another step forward between the stakes, waiting for him to speak up. His words seemed to rush in an odd way, punctuated by verbal tics or interjections, but perhaps that was just part of the nerves.

Perhaps the Vigiles was not the best to ask about the membership roster of the clan, but Vesper took a few seconds to cycle through those she knew or had heard talk about. Only the newest were nameless to her. “I’ve never heard of a Makesthai,” the tawny female said at last; she wouldn’t risk lying to him by bluntly telling him that such a coyote didn’t exist, even if she sorely wanted to—wanted to make him go away and leave her alone.

Her body tensed once more when he stood; short for a wolf or not, he was taller than her in her lupus form, and she was a pretty small specimen anyway. Blue eyes hard, she looked up at him and held her ground, wondering if he would continue pestering her or make the wise decision and leave the Inferni borders.

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Helotes Lykoi

#6

12-16-2011, 03:44 PM

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Another filler thread. Sorry guys XD / +244

He rode casually, in no hurry whatsoever, and with no attempt at being stealthy, something he had been training Yegua to be. There was no need to rush up on Vesper unannounced, he was sure it would startle the Vigiles, she tended to be somewhat jumpy. As he rode, he thought about his brothers once more, and also his missing sister; she had been heavy on his mind as of late. It was becoming more tense for the siblings, Helotes could tell they were torn just as he was between staying with their new pack and going to search for their sister. Helotes continued to reassure himself that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but the tradition of doting over his little sister was hard to kill.

As Helotes neared the border he was assaulted by a myriad of scents, all of them familiar and uninteresting, but then a scent came to him that was strange. It smelled of wolf and Helotes slowed his steed for a moment to sniff the wind and find exactly where it was coming from. It wasn’t unusual for all species of canine to move past the border, but not long enough to leave a strong scent like this. The hair on the back of his neck rose and he clicked his tongue, pushing Yegua into a canter towards the origin of the smell. His mind suddenly shot to Vesper; she could be in danger!

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Frodo Silvertongue

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12-17-2011, 10:40 AM

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Damn, I thought she'd know about Makhesthai... I'm just going to try and turn this hostile... xD

He hoped beyond belief she would tell him where Makhesthai was. How to find him. If he was ok. Frodo was quite worried about his little friend. For some reason, he doubted he’d get any information out of the woman though. She seemed harsh and annoyed by his presence. Although this was something Frodo was used to, it still send a slight chill up his spine. It was a frown that formed upon his maw when she said she didn’t know the pup. Surely she would have at least seen him around? She smelt of the pack, she must be familiar with its members. What? he asked, his jaw sliding a bit. The man reached up a slender hand to scratch the back of his ear before roughly placing it down at his side again. Forcing himself to be stilled, his tilted his golden face in her direction and prepared to speak once more, however he was nervous. You sure, captain hook? He’s hard to miss. Bright orange he was- is. the man caught himself, angry he thought of Makhesthai as being in the past. Because of course the little child would be alive and well. Of course he would be.

At that very moment he started to get very worked up indeed, staring into her stony face he felt as if he was under examination from a magnifying glass. Cold air rushed through his lungs and he attempted to crouch down to her lupus-level, and place a hand on the side of her body. Frodo narrowed his eyes into her own, which was perhaps not a very wise thing to do. He’d always been a touchy-feely kinda guy, always patting strangers and stroking random pups, so it seemed a normal thing for him to do, however how she felt about it was most probably a different matter. Quite nervous indeed now the man tightened his grip and shuffled a little closer. Please be tellin’ me. I… his voice was cut off and turned into an almighty whimper to see a burly looking male canter straight towards him and Vesper. Instantly his hand fell and he backed away, cautiously watching the urgent Helotes with wide green eyes. Frodo could only think that Helotes might have mistook the contact of Frodo and Vesper for him intestinally trying to harm Helotes’ fellow member of Inferni. There was something about a shift in the air that rang alarm bells in his head now, and again he backed away, straight into a tree, his face a grim line. Come on! he cried. I jus' wanna know where the kid is... angrily he kicked the tree with his heel, snorting slightly.

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Vesper

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12-18-2011, 09:36 AM

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Helotes can initiate the actual attack I guess, since Ves and Frodo succeeded in getting the other all riled up and she's running at him. xD

Vesper watched the young man through warily narrowed blue eyes. Something about this encounter set her on edge as well—perhaps because his antsy behavior was becoming contagious. Her compact muscles remained taut; her good ear swiveled toward him as the mangled one rested tight against her slender skull. This situation was tense enough already with a potential trespasser so close, but her lack of answers seemed to work the stranger up even more. Her brow furrowed with irritation, unable to understand what he was doing.

And then his hand shot out; she snarled and sidestepped, whirling to snap her jaws close to his wrist. It was a warning more than anything, but hopefully its intended message would get across: for him to leave her the hell alone. Touching her would be followed by grabbing and injuring her, and she hated luperci hands anywhere near her body. Luperci clawed, grabbed, pulled, twisted—had he a knife, she might have already lost it.

His sudden anxiety and the sound of hooves falling on the ground sent another bolt of instinctual energy through the she-yote, who looked feral as she stepped back with bristling fur. Horses—Helotes—both scents had bad connotations, and the man’s last outburst even as he stepped away caused her to snarl.

“There’s no Makesthai here,” Vesper snapped, advancing toward him with lips wrinkled back and fur fluffed up. “Take what you want from that, fool wolf. Either he left or he’s dead.” To get this point across, she charged toward him—one that she intended to end just before she reached him, but hopefully it would encourage him to leave Inferni territory and take his search elsewhere.

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Helotes Lykoi

#9

12-18-2011, 02:09 PM

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Super short, but meh. And ooooh cock block on Vesper XD / +201

The two figures appeared in his vision just as the larger, a Luperci wolf male, reached out to touch Vesper who sprung back, hackles raised. Helotes slammed his heals into Yegua’s flank and with a small whinny her canter turned into a gallop and he came up upon the two quickly. The wolf saw him coming and was backing up, fear in his eyes but Helotes felt no sympathy; he was a trespasser and was obviously harassing Vesper. The she-yote was already in mid lunge when Helotes and Yegua cut off her route, creating a wall of hooves, horse and coyote between the two, he looked down at the wolf with an insane snarl, Hijo de puta!

Swiftly he spun the staff in his hand and readied it. This was the first chance he had gotten to finally use the skills that he had learned in battle. He lifted up his staff and swung it down hard, the butt end of it directed at the wolf’s stomach. If it struck the male would surely be winded and hopefully have the sense to run off. If he tried to stay and fight, Helotes and Vesper would make quick work of him.

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Frodo Silvertongue

#10

12-19-2011, 12:15 PM

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GASP.

The way Vesper had responded to his only friendly attempts at contact made him tremble just a little. Frodo was just a boy, barely out of his teenaged years. Often referred to as a boy despite being quite matured, he lived up to this title, especially at this moment. He continued backing against the tree and was beyond taken aback when she approached with a snarl, refusing to believe there was a Makesthai here. The young man stared at her blankly with pain quite evident in his emerald optics, and his fingers drummed against the bark of the tree nervously, scratching at the brown material with all his might. She came closer and Frodo was just thinking she was about to lunge at him when a horse came between him and her.

His first thought was that the horse and it’s rider were to be his saviour and he looked up graciously, eyes a little damp, but then harsh words in a language he didn’t recognize - but could only think of a hostile - were thrown nastily at him, and the whole world seemed to freeze as a stick was thrust into his stomach, immediately knocking the air out of him. He fell to his knees, eyes wide and watering blankly as he struggled to register what had happened. The pain was ludicrous. Quickly orientating himself the man attempted to clasp one paw around the staff that was hanging above him, and he tried to jerk the thing out of Helote’s hand or maybe even pull the man off his horse. It was simple instinct, a defence mecahnisim that was causing the reaction to fight back. Frodo knew nothing of fighting. They expected him to run from their borders now, but how could he, winded and on the ground like a slave? Trembling the man looked around, for any sort of escape route. However, Vesper and Helotes might not let him go so pleasantly now he’d tried to fight back…

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Vesper

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12-19-2011, 08:38 PM

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Frodo can totally claw her or deal other minor damage. Smile And I'm not sure how long we want to draw this out, haha.

Even if she had intended for her lunge to reach the now-frantic dark male, Vesper found herself blocked by the body of a spotted mare. She backpedaled and yelped, scrambling to avoid the large beast while watching Helotes deliver a strike to the wolf with a staff. As the canine fell, the she-yote stepped back and shot a look at her comrade—one of anger, fear, the desperation that came from a fight like that. Her blue eyes snapped back to the golden-flecked wolf a moment later, watching his paws wrap around the staff with the intent to jerk it—and Helotes with it.

While she truly doubted that he’d be able to drag down the large dusky male, her frustration drove her to leap forward, snarling. She became something altogether different, a creature driven in battle to bite and wound rather than a simple watchman driving a foe from the territory. He’d had his chance to run when her answer did not please him, if his true intention had been to get answers and not something worse; with his shifty behavior, she wasn’t sure she could trust him. Right now, Vesper wanted to teach him a lesson with blood.

She aimed to bite the nearest arm, make him relinquish his grip on the staff, while turning her hips to perhaps knock him off balance again. The cold logic that helped her operate fled from her mind, chased away ever since she’d seen Blind leave her life once again.

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Helotes Lykoi

#12

12-19-2011, 09:19 PM

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OOC / +205

His strike was true and the butt end of the staff disappeared into the wolf’s gut. This force threw the man backwards, but he reacted in turn, grabbing the end of the staff. Helotes eyes widened, shocked at this display; he had been sure the wolf would have learned his lesson and gone running. Instead it seemed as if he meant to fight back, and Helotes snarled anew. He was about to wrench the staff away when Vesper came in like a storm cloud, all teeth and claws.

His staff was relinquished and the Lykoi pulled the mare back, as she was dancing and skittish with all the movement. Brought the mare around in a semi-circle to give her even footing again and raised his staff for another blow, but Vesper was too involved with the wolf for him to get a clear shot. Instead Helotes hung back, taking a supportive position.

If this wolf were to try and attack her again, if the situation seemed to be turning against her he would intervene once more. But he knew, despite her small and ragged form, there was fight in this girl, and even though the wolf was much larger than her, she could handle herself.

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Frodo Silvertongue

#13

01-04-2012, 10:24 AM

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wrapping this up.... kinda fade to black until X'yrin replies.

His arm was immediately mauled by Vesper and all hopes of fighting back vanished. Her jaw's grip was tight and teeth punctured the limb at once. His hand that had been locked around the staff fell open so the staff could be taken back, and his arm fell limp with the biting that it was given. He tried to retract but her grip on him was too strong. Frodo tried to wobble to his feet but only ended up crashing to his knees again, and then he looked down at the floor in pitiful whines and whimpers, leaving the pair of them to attack them as they willed as he had given up.

It was a while of being beaten upon when a different scent reached him. His head snapped up, his eyes grew large and he sniffed the air cautiously. It was a scent he was familiar with, yet he couldn't quite place his finger on it. And then it hit him. A lady who had rescued him before...perhaps she was here to rescue him once again? Eagerly he lifted a beaten face and awaited the arrival, sitting in a pool of his own blood.

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