M. A smarter wolf would stay away,
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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Forward dated to the sixth. Should I put a mature tag on this? / +448

With the new arrival of his spirit guide, Matteo felt the need to tell Ezekiel about the news. Why? He wasn't actually sure. Maybe, in truth, he wanted to share the good news with his estranged crush, Tedros... or maybe Omni. The point was, he wanted to share the news with someone who wouldn't be used to such things. AniWaya was full of ghostly guides. Inferni wasn't.

So off he went. He trotted along at a brisk pace in his lupus form, knowing the way by heart and thanking the spirits for the build up of thick fur he'd grown over the last month. The cold wasn't so bad anymore. He could stand to travel without heavy clothes now and his pads had toughened up, no longer sticking to every patch of ice he came across.

His trek brought him to the familiar clan's borders, the skulls as beautiful as ever to the scarred coydog. He was about to howl for an escort when suddenly, a whispered voice in his ear told him he wasn't alone anymore. Ahiyuhi shifted from the air to the ground at his paws, glaring up at him with those solid, glowing sea-green eyes. "And just what do you think you're doing here, Matteo Trovato?" She spat scornfully, fur bristling.

He shrank back a bit, ears pinning. I always come here. And in my defense, I'm not here on spying business this time. I just want to talk to one of my friends in Inferni, that's all. He retorted, tone that of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looked scolded.

"I think not. Turn your dusty white tail around now and let's go home. This place gives me the creeps." She hissed, swerving towards him and walking straight through his legs, sending shivers up and down his spine. He rumbled, rolled his eyes and ignored her protests. Relax, Ahi. We won't be here long. You don't even have to let yourself be known, if it bothers you that much. I just want to talk to Tedros or Omni or someone.

She hissed again, this time hovering over his shoulder as if she were solid, eyes in his side vision, glaring and angry. "You've got an hour. And I'm not going anywhere. At the very least, I'm here to keep you out of trouble, kid."

He smiled and rolled his eyes. Yes, mother. He mocked, before tossing his head back and howling softly for someone nearby to come and greet him. She hissed yet again, this time in his head. "You only wish I were as kind as her." Teo couldn't help but agree.

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SSWM 490 I would say... maybe? It depends if you think there will be a lot of swearing and violence coming up shortly. xD We might have to tag mature just for the swearing even if there isn't gore, haha. That and I dropped the f-bomb in the post. >>


Vesper was in a foul mood; that was about the gentlest way it could be described without frightening children. As deadly as an ice storm, she roamed along the borders, her gait a true coyote skulk. Looking at her, any outsider could make connection to the fearsome warriors who had put up the brutal décor, though she had not made any additions to the boundary stakes. She was dappled with light and shadow, patched with vanilla and river bed hues, and striped with scars both old and new. Even as she stalked seemingly without effort through the winter-bare undergrowth, every step sent the sensation of pain through her most recent injuries. Luckily, ignoring pain was something that came as second nature to the hybrid.

It had been days since the attack on Salsola, since she had seen an old senile slave struck down by a black demon, since she had barely escaped with her life only to emerge on the banks with no reckoning of how the others had done. She had gone home and watched for her covert pack mates to return, relieved that most of them seemed to have gotten out of the infiltration without serious injury. Relief lasted only moments before she worried that the Aquila would make the connection between her wounds and the violence west across the bay.

And so she had avoided the other Infernians, simply doing her jobs, resorting to her asocial ways as if she had never forged tentative friendships with her clan mates. Guilt and shame were not options for her. The only emotion that did manage to permeate her shroud of simmering resentment was sharp concern and confusion when the scent of the pygmy scout faded from the Waste. Even that lasted only a day as her mind calmed itself with a number of explanations.

Now she simply patrolled, her emotions boiling slowly underneath a mask of icy indifference to the world. They bubbled over that oft-used shell when a very unwelcome scent reached her flaring nostrils, and Vesper’s mood demeanor only became uglier.

A battle of wits and dry remarks and cold glances was not an option today. When she could smell the traitor-spy, the mutilated albino who would betray his own pack without real worthy explanation to aid the fire clan, she set her teeth in a low growl and surged through the sparse foliage dotting her side of the border. She moved swiftly but not silently, rustling a leafless bush here and there until she halted once he had come into view.

“You.” The hoarse yap that escaped her mouth was not eloquent or polite, but she gave exactly zero fucks. “Say what you need to say.” She stared across at him, coal-tipped tail lifted, gaze unwavering. There was no reason to fight while he remained on his side of the border, but she would not tolerate him skulking around for another one of his so-called visits.


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I'll tag it mature. xD There's bound to be something worth warning against soon. / +168

When Vesper appeared, Ahiyuhi disappeared. Teo smirked at the patched girl's greeting. Temper, temper. I'm here to visit a friend. He explained cooly, smiling and flicking his tail. I haven't seen them in a while and thought I'd pay a visit, see how they're doing. Innocent enough.

"Matteo, she doesn't seem as if she'll oblidge. Fact is, she looks as if she'll rip you a new pelt. Can we go now?" Ahi commented in his head, her voice warning him against the obvious danger of remaining. He flicked an ear and hummed softly in response. Vesper was always like this, as far as he could tell. It was just how she was. Who was he to judge?

Still, there was that prickling sense of forboding there. As if something bad was about to happen. He hoped it was a trick of the wind or Ahi's worry, though his instincts had never done him wrong in the past. May I cross, or is today a bad day to come?

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SSWM 492 This post was so fun to write xD crazyvesssss <3


Everyone had fears, whether it was fear of a certain object, species, or even abstract concept; the scarred coywolf was no exception to this. For one, knives terrified her. But the terror that had been encroaching on her as of late, a terror twisted into obsession, was betrayal. The few canines she used to care about had betrayed her: cowed Sparrow following their father, Juniper staring with wide dark blue eyes and refusing to come with her, even Blind disappearing from the lands of Nova Scotia as if she had never been there. She was afraid of others’ betrayal, but even more than that, she was afraid of betraying others herself.

The traitor Sage had gone to Ichika no Ho-en, a pack where Vesper had connections. Salsola had been attacked by a strange alliance that Vesper was secretly a part of. There were coyotes and wolves that relied on her for her duties and protection. It was overwhelming, and it had become threaded with every fiber of her being. She was a woman before her execution, her legs lashed by ropes to horses who would go galloping off in opposite directions.

That fear bubbled forth into resentment for what this spy before her stood for, and mostly she acted out of deep-rooted worry rather than simple cruelty and disgust. The dark-splashed brown dorsal stripe of fur bristled for intimidation as she skulked a few more steps forward, her thin legs stiff and her posture challenging. She was a coiled rattlesnake.

But the albino only grinned casually, explaining that he just wanted to “pay a visit.” The familiar excuse caused a bark of laughter to leave the Praetorian, the harsh start of a cackle choked short before she lashed her tail once more. Matteo had the gall to believe he could traipse over these borders whenever he wanted. He might have had coyote blood, but that meant absolutely nothing to the hybrid unless he was truly part of the clan.

“Unless you have something useful to say, today is a bad day to come,” Vesper hissed, some of her eloquence returning as she stood stiff-hackled before him, stance spread and strong as if expecting him to try to dart past her. “You, spy, are not permitted visits.” She coated the word with her rattler’s venom and coiled more, grinning as only a coyote could grin. “The Aquila addressed this point. Anyone who’s let you wander over for teatime is disobeying his orders. You’re to meet here, pass on your information, and turn to go.” Her tongue flicked over her lips. “You may cry for Ezekiel if you wish, but I am the master of intelligence here—and anything you say to him you can say to me.” Once again she shifted, and the urge to run and jump at him and bleed him was becoming stronger by the moment. Oh, she was becoming a beast, but this was just the therapy she needed.


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RAWRtrigger, cause otherwise...yeah. x:

Her reaction was... disappointing. At that point, Ahiyuhi was spazzing in Teo's head, hissing warnings and threatening never to let him sleep peacefully again. He, of course, ignored the spirit guide, opting instead for the idiot male approach on the situation. He smirked, this time daringly, as she spoke. Each word out of the scarred woman's mouth was heard, but not obeyed. Instead, he lowered his head and flashed her a grin.

Now see, if you'd have given me a more civil explanation, I might've given a damn and left peacefully. The pink in his eyes seemed as if it had faded, replaced only by the tiny-pupiled blue. I'm starting to get sick and tired of your attitude, ragdoll. Teeth flashed from behind pale gums, his grin becoming twisted.

Overhead, the far off sound of a crow. The grin faded. Mind lost reason. As if someone had thrown a switch. Suddenly, the happy male from before was a savage creature without humanity. He launched himself forward, aiming for the girl's throat, as if silencing her would silence the vile creatures flying above.

Audibly, and now visable, Ahi screeched. MATTEO, NO! But her voice was unheard. Her pupil was faded away again. Lately he'd been showing signs of breaking, each time by the sound of crow's babble, but now... maybe it was the dog in him, maybe it was the abuse building up, but the gentle boy from before had finally snapped and poor Vesper was forced now to deal with it.

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+3


Vesper wanted to protect her place in the clan; it made this moment all the more dangerous as far as her aggression was concerned. She would risk her life for very few, and she would not kill unless it was to protect someone in the moment, but she would definitely drive off the spy who was not following orders. Had she not still retained respect for Inferni, however, she would have chased him with snapping jaws and vicious snarls at the first pathetic excuse. She didn’t want to continue to paint the coyote clan with a bloody image, however; that discipline was all that came between her teeth and the skin of the albino mutt.

And so when the coydog grinned, telling her that she had not been civil, the Praetorian wanted to snort at him. She was in too bad a fucking mood to coddle him like a deaf infant, direct him with coos as to where to go and what he was doing wrong. He deserved no more than the blunt words he received; he should be considered fucking lucky he hadn’t been knocked on his ass already.

Pale lips slithered back to reveal sharp teeth, and Vesper quickly mimicked the expression—but more snarl than grin. Subtly, her paws shifted in preparation, shoulders rolling forward, hackles up and body settling a few inches lower to keep her center of gravity close to the ground. Her posturing, other than setting her defenses and that snarl, was nonexistent. Blue eyes watched.

And then something happened—a catalyst for action that she had missed. For a moment, she thought she heard a voice and the scent of a polecat, but her attention had focused on the ugly white blur flying toward her.

Vesper moved on a dime; his attack might have been sudden, but his intentions had been clear. She skipped to the side, his teeth skating hot and slimy across the fur of a shoulder. She jerked then—an attempt to send her hip into his lithe frame, to knock him into one of the skull posts—and danced out away from Inferni territory, her teeth and mind set. It would be simple to call for a clan mate to aid her in this, but she wanted to prove herself—and wanted all the blood to herself, too. She had failed in her battles lately, and this would be different.

Goading him on with a growl, coal-tipped tail flickering behind her, the tawny woman charged for him. He wasn’t that much larger than her, but she was nearly flat-out to the snowy ground with ears pinned, and at this angle she hoped to grab one of his legs. It was a canine’s thinnest reachable bone in the heat of battle, and if she was lucky, she could render it or a paw lame.



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