i'm on a slow burn [J - Leader Needed]

Priest de le Poer · 01-20-2012, 05:14 PM

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She'd left him near the border, but she didn't bother to linger. He watched as his mother placed the religious pendant she wore around his neck, striding off into nowhere. He was young, but he understood the fact that she wasn't coming back this time. She didn't want to stay to make sure he would be found. She just wanted to run, and in running, was leaving him with someone she spouted words of love about. Someone named Ezekiel. He'd been to young to remember the golden male when he'd lived there before, but she'd told him enough so that he was able to approach the skull-lined border without fear. This was his home, after all, his birthright as the first grandson of Gabriel. His ears flattened and he let out a yipping howl, a young noise given by coyotes, in the hopes that someone would hear.

Though her scent remained, he knew Talitha was long gone before it happened, and he hunkered down to wait for his new family to approach. He couldn't say he missed her; in truth, she had never been the most pleasant mother, she'd simply been a source of care that taught him the way of life that he was familiar with, so he couldn't say he missed her. He knew what he missed. He could remember small bodies around him, he could remember an older girl. He knew his family, and he knew he belonged there.

Strange way to decorate. She'd warned him, but as he set his Massacre reds on the painted skulls before him, he was stunned into some sort of silence. It was a warning. They were large. They meant just what he'd been told during his childhood: Wolves are the enemy. Oh, Talitha had been thorough, she'd erased any semblance of kinship in the young male to the other canines of the world. Just like her, he saw nothing but coyotes, and as he waited for a response, he grinned to think this would be the best place for him.

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Symera Villisca · 01-20-2012, 07:45 PM

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Symera Villisca

and the rat's in the cradle

Symera still hadn't exactly grown into her awkward body and it didn't seem as if she ever would. But it wasn't a hindrance for her. She was training with Halo in the early mornings to become a better warrior, or at least a skilled one. After all she had slain her fair share of wolves without the proper training. But her body that was flecked in tiny scars that were covered up by her fur were testaments to that. Even though she lacked technique she had drive.

Her fur was splattered in blood from cutting up a wolf, as well as having rubbed her hands against her body when the blood had made them too slick, as she made her way to the borders. She had her newly acquired wolf skull settled atop her head as she walked her way out to the borders in order to replace one of the old ones with this new prize of hers.

What she saw when she finally made it to the borders was not what she had expected. "Priest?" She could hardly believe her eyes. Symera gave a quick glanced around before dropping to her knees in order to inspect the pup that she hadn't seen in so long. "Hey! Where did you go? Where is Vermillion and Talitha? Why are you here all alone? Are you here to stay or are you going to leave again?" The questions came rolling forth one right after another but Symera couldn't help herself. Talitha's pups had been her only playmates and then they had left and she had no one. But it wasn't like Symera had ever acted like a normal pup either. She had never been the rambunctious sort. But she still had enjoyed the time she had spent playing with the dead animal dolls that she brought to Tali's pups.

Priest de le Poer · 01-20-2012, 07:58 PM

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He didn't wait as long as he expected. Before long, there was blood on the air, and the young male rose to his four legs to squint into the distance with blood-hued eyes as the petite, bipedal form of a young female wandered his way. A skull perched on her head. She was familiar, but all the same unfamiliar. Still, he remembered her name. She came close, she dropped near, she called him Priest and asked about his mother and sister. He simply grunted, shoving his head against her in an attempt to push her back, a subtle display of dominance over the older girl. Something he'd always done. "Mera." The word was all that he said for the longest moment, eyes wandering her; she was pretty, she was oh-so-pretty, and perhaps he'd missed his only playmate during his time away.

"Talitha 'n Milly ain't coming," he explained, glancing over his shoulder with clear lack of care for the two female names. Vermillion was a girl of her own choices, and she would follow when she was ready. Talitha...well, she would never return, she made that abundantly clear to her solitary son. "I'm staying though. Where's Ezekiel? She said I need to see him. I have a thing for him." He lifted a paw to reveal the trinket tucked between the toes, a small cameo painting of a golden man with golden eyes and the woman that many had considered beautiful: Talitha. Her last thing of affection toward her Aquila twin, and Priest was left in charge of it. He just wanted to be able to slip into his home, he didn't want to be the messenger boy.

Without waiting for an invitation -- he knew it was where he belonged -- he crossed the border and passed the girl, pausing to look at her casually afterwards. "Missed you, Mera."

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Symera Villisca · 01-20-2012, 08:34 PM

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Symera Villisca

and the rat's in the cradle

Symera laughed and allowed for herself to be knocked over. So far Priest had been the only one that Symera would roll over for without a fight. Everyone else got a sassy mouth but not Priest. She had missed him and it easily showed. Her whole countenance had brightened once she had caught sight of him. The girl was actually laughing, something that it was hard to remember her ever doing. Actually the only thing that had made her quite as happy was right after she had killed a wolf. They always outsized her so she enjoyed snuffing out their life and showing that just because she was small it didn't mean that she wasn't dangerous.

Symera glanced of fin the direction that Priest looked, hoping to see some more familiar faces but she saw nothing. Her bright grin dimmed slightly when she learned that the others weren't coming but just as quickly brightened when she learned that Priest would be staying. "I do not know." She admitted, and truth was that she had never formally met him either. She had seen him at the meeting but hadn't spoken to him. So Symera did the only thing that she could, sending up a summoning call for the leader.

She looked at the trinket that he had brought with him. "That is pretty. I am learning to make stuff too. I'm working on something for Amnesty and Oblivion. Oh, I'm a big sister now." Granted she wasn't actually a blood relation but she still termed Halo's children as her siblings. Even Halo considered it as such and even left the pups in her care from time to time. Symera was one of very few that Halo allowed to take over care for her children for short periods of time.

Priest crossed the border and passed her by but Symera couldn't find it in herself to say anything against it. How could she when he had been born here? This was his home. It was where he belonged. "I have missed you too Priest. Are you going to sleep in the caves again? You can come stay in my room if you want." Symera was uncertain if Priest had actually liked living in the caves or if simply did so because that was where he had been born. Still that seemed so far away. Symera selfishly wanted him close just so that she could make sure he didn't end up leaving her again. She wanted him somewhere that she could end up watching over him. "Where did you go?" She found herself repeating the question again. "Did you kill any stinkies? I've been killing them all by myself now." Actually she had been around Priest's age when she had been a part of her first wolf hunt. Even though she hadn't delivered the fatal blow she still claimed that she had killed the wolf. She still visited that skull upon the borders from time to time and just reminisced over the kill.

Priest de le Poer · 01-20-2012, 09:07 PM

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He hid his dismay upon hearing that his uncle was in some unknown place; he had promised his mother that the golden thing would get it, and though he cared so little about the russet creature who had given birth to him, he felt it was right to follow through on the promise -- it was, after all, the final one he would ever make. It didn't matter, though. He'd find Ezekiel sooner or later, and the cameo could be cast away when that time came and he could settle in. Settle in. A strange thought for the boy who had been jerked around so carelessly by a wanderer.

A grunt escaped him as he listened to her speak, talk of her own talents and her siblings, talk of where he might stay, all coming from her well-formed maw. "Amnesty and Oblivion. Congratulations," he offered, though his tone was flat as the words were spoken. And then it came time to decide where he would stay if -- or when, since he knew he belonged there -- he was allowed within the ranks. The caves were where he was born, but his mother was no longer there to warm the den or decorate it with paintings. His eyes shifted to his once-playmate, a quirk of his muzzle offering the girl a grin. "I guess your room will do, huh?" As if to punctuate that he was pleased with the idea, his tail gave a wiggle.

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Symera Villisca · 01-20-2012, 10:00 PM

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Symera Villisca

and the rat's in the cradle

Symera didn't particularly keep track of where the other clan members were. She never really had. She only had a couple that she cared for, the two women that had taken up maternal roles in her life. And well, now Priest since he was back. And of course her new siblings as well. Even so she didn't keep close tabs on where they were either. She only really kept track of herself and she was usually out and hunting wolves or else she was caring for the rats and feeding them the wolf meat that she had brought back.

"Thank you." Symera wasn't certain why she was being congratulated as she had nothing to do with it. She hadn't given birth to them or anything. She wasn't even a true relation. She was just simply there for them and that was it. Granted she did work at spoiling them by sneaking them the eyes of wolves that she had killed. just as she had given them one of the smaller skulls to wear as a hat as she often did when transporting the skulls. And of course there were the dead animal dolls as well as the bone jewelry that she was learning to craft.

He still refused to tell her about where he had been but it hardly mattered since he was back now. "Okay, yeah, sure." She was glad that he chose to stay with here. She wasn't certain how long it would last but it still made her happy anyways. In her excitement she couldn't help but to give a yip and launch herself at Priest. She made to wrap her arms around his neck so that she could hug him and perhaps nuzzle her face into his scruff in order to take in his scent once more.

Priest de le Poer · 01-21-2012, 10:06 AM

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He grunted as the older, though relatively small, coyote pounced him for a cuddle -- though it was irksome to him, he reveled in the closeness he felt to the playmate of his youth as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled at his scruff. He smelled like the Bay and the world beyond it, like Nature and Fire and Air all wrapped up in one, with the hint of lingering sorrow and his mother atop his fur. There was no hiding that this boy was a de le Poer, a Lykoi, with his red eyes and red snout and the prominent Lykoi star that hung atop a dark, crucifix patch on his face. A child of the once-lovely Talitha, who had gone in search of Gabriel and a home outside of Inferni, where all she had become was a liability for her brother who was capable of so much. He could remember her babbling about such things as she fed him and his sister, babbling apologies to a Caillen, to a Hybrid, to Ezekiel. Apologies to God.

Thinking about his mother caused the young male to stiffen in irritation -- she wasn't there anymore, why keep thinking about her? -- and he pulled himself away quickly enough, pausing to give the older girl a rub to her muzzle with his own. "Been a long time, huh? You can already change," he stated; he was, perhaps, a bit jealous as he gazed at her bipedal body, envious that he was incapable of doing the same. It would be soon enough, he knew that much as his mother had commented on how useful her children would be in the upcoming weeks, before she decided that he would return to the clan. He hoped it would be in the next few days, when he would try eagerly to have two legs and two arms and a plethora of movement that he was incapable of on four paws, but he was also so certain that when he next attempted his change, he would simply remain as he was. A displeased grunt escaped him.

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Ezekiel de le Poer · 01-21-2012, 11:22 AM

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Winter had coated the land and muffled the world. Ezekiel was not a fan of such weather, but he adapted as his kind always did. He had spent enough time in the northern lands to know what it was to see a winter through. His father’s bloodline had given him the thick pelt of a wolf, passed on from an ancestor he did not know. The thick, layered thing had dulled some this season but it was still a burnished bronze. Black had begun overtaking his back, spreading from the saddle and further yet. He wondered if, like Gabriel, he would one day darken severely. There was less wolf within him, but the darkness grew yet—a part of him, based in mythology, imagined he was suffering instead from the curse put on him by the witch-woman of the Court.

He rode the draft horse westward, using Viggo’s heavy steps to cut a path. In riding their horses in this way, there was no difficulty with patrols. It was a simple way to do things, and saved energy for other needs. Ezekiel took advantage of the soft ground to train Max harder; the boy responded in earnest and they had beaten each other to the point of savagery. While sore, he had no wounds to show—unlike Halo’s bloodying training, he saw no need in scarring his apprentice.

The coyote was lost in thought when a yipping cry came from nearby. It was perhaps half a mile, if that. He urged the chestnut horse forward and Viggo snorted, shaking his head and picking his pace up to a trot. With the two in sync as they were, the slight movement forward from the coyote meant that the speed of the horse changed. It was a wordless understanding and one that allowed them to so flourish together.

It did not take long for the man to spot the pair, huddled in the snow and close in color. A severe jerk rippled through his body at the sight of the boy. For an instant, the myriad of emotions that crossed his face were as far-ranging and savage as a hurricane. It stilled into the mask of indifference so often worn, though his eyes burned behind his white-blonde hair. Since summer his hair had begun to grow out, though he did his best to keep it cut. The Aquila did not slow the horse until he was near the two, and slid from the massive animal’s back with ease. He still towered over the pair, one due to her development and the other due to his youth.

“Where is your mother?” He said quickly, voice expressing some of the worry he refused to show. The pendent glistening on the boy’s neck told him what the fading scent did as well; she was gone for good. He needed to hear it, though; he needed someone to tell him what he knew in his heart. Behind him, Viggo lowered his head and began searching through the snow for the grass yet hidden by winter’s blanket.

Symera Villisca · 01-21-2012, 04:00 PM

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Symera Villisca

and the rat's in the cradle

It was pretty evident that she had missed Priest dearly. He had been bred with the same hatred that she had so it had always been a joy to sit and talk with him of all the hunts that they would have together. She had excitedly told him of her hunt with Halo and had made sure that he had seen the skull that evidenced the hunt. She had even gotten him to play dolls with her on occasion. Of course Mr. Squishy had long since been set aside to her having taken up rank and heading out to hunt all on her own. Things had changed and youth seemed to have been so long ago.

Symera clung to Priest for as long as she was allowed to before he finally pulled away from her. "It has." The girl agreed with a nod of her head. "I can. I like it. I have not bothered to change back since." Ever since the small girl could change she had remained strictly within the bipedal form that she inhabited. She had never seen a reason to go back. After all this was as large as she got though she was still easily dwarfed by those around her. It wasn't something that she thought upon too often though.

Symera looked up as the leader had finally approached. This was her first time seeming him up this close. Of course he had nothing to say to her but only spoke to Priest. And well, now Priest could pass along the gift. it left her with nothing to do until she suddenly remembered her entire purpose for being out this way. She got up and slipped quietly away from the two men, moving the short distance to the borders. Symera reached up and removed one of the broken skulls from its stake and placed it on the ground to free up her hands. She then reached up and removed the bloody skull from her head and placed it upon the stake that she had just removed the skull from. With that task complete she bent down and picked up the older skull on placed it on her head to carry back with her. There was still teeth within the skull and Halo seemed to always have a use for them which was the sole purpose for Symera taking back the old skull with her. It still had a purpose even if it was no longer to guard the borders anymore. It was to be remade into something else of Halo's crafting.

With the old skull settled on top of her head with the eye holes set in position to allow Symera to see out of them she approached the two males again. It felt kind of awkward just standing around and waiting but what else was there for her to do? She had to show Priest to where her room was so that he knew exactly where he would be staying. But before she could do that she had to allow the two men time to talk first.

Priest de le Poer · 01-21-2012, 04:27 PM

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His moment reunited with his childhood friend was over just a quickly as it started; Ezekiel appeared on horseback, sliding from the massive equine with ease and towering over the two younger coyotes. His question was not about Priest at all, but about Talitha. Where is your mother? The young de le Poer, glanced over his shoulder and moved to offer the trinket sent with him out to the Aquila. "She ain't coming back. She said," he paused, clearly in thought, before repeating the final words Talitha had said to him before leaving him at the borders. "Her heart's here with you, but she's gotta find him. Wanted me to give you this." He nudged the painted cameo pendant toward the older man without fear of his larger size.

"Think she sent a letter with the jackal, but she's slow." He referenced the Egyptian woman who had raised him with seeming ease, as he never knew that Talitha had wisked the weaver away without the weaver's permission and kept her from contacting the clan by force. Sa'adat, so much smaller than the hybrid de le Poer, never put up a fight. She cared for Priest and Vermillion without question, and when it came to send Priest to Ezekiel, he had heard Talitha give Sa'adat permission to return to Enkiel, another familiar face from the pup's past.

A few short seconds later came the petite frame of the al-Masri woman, clothed in nothing but her pouched belt and covered in the scars doled out by Talitha. Priest looked to her panting form as she collapsed near him, before Ezekiel, and began to mumble in Arabic. He'd never managed to understand her, but Sa'adat had learned well enough to communicate in English. "Mother said you'd take us back. Was she wrong? I can't leave, I won't be able to find her," he stated, turning his red gaze on his uncle before glancing off in search of Symera. The coyjack remained with head bowed at the golden Aquila's feet, clutching rolls of paper in her arms and waiting for his words.

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Ezekiel de le Poer · 01-22-2012, 11:29 PM

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(267) You guys can keep posting; Zeke and (if it's cool) Sa'adat are going to leave at this point.

Ezekiel all but ignored Symera, though he noted the wolf’s head atop her own and imagined she had been off getting into trouble again. Her viciousness was welcomed but he wondered if she had gone too far; killing daily led to issues. The way Symera had been raised, of course, allowed for such things. She was simple in her means, and as long as she would obey his orders, he would not halt her blind attacks on any wolf that passed.

Priest, now, held his attention. Ezekiel’s eyes darkened severely at the words and the gift; he took it regardless. A fist closed around the pendant, tightening. Of course his sister should leave him, split between two worlds. Talitha had never belonged to anyone but she had bound herself to the father and brother that made her whole. Without one of them in her life, she was nothing—and it was apparent now that he was the lesser of these two powers.

He glanced up with a start at the emergence of Sa’adat, and felt hot fury boil in his blood. While he knew his sister was capable of being cruel, the fact she had abandoned the jackal with nothing made it all the worse. Ezekiel knelt to assist her up. “You are both welcome to stay,” he spoke calmly, his voice strangely even. “I will take Sa’adat back to Enkiel; you stay with Symera for now and I will find you later—we will talk.” It was a command, not a request. The Aquila looked to the jackal with a glimpse of softness in his gaze.

Ezekiel de le Poer · 01-22-2012, 11:30 PM

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Symera Villisca · 01-23-2012, 12:41 AM

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Symera Villisca

and the rat's in the cradle

While it was true enough that she killed daily it wasn't always wolf. She did have to take the time to actually stalk prey and eat as well. Granted wolves were her favorite to hunt she wasn't always successful in her attempts. There were plenty enough that got away from her grasp. So no, she wasn't switching out skulls every single day, or even either other since the day after a hunt was spent hacking apart the body in order to care for the rats. Still she traded out skulls often enough, trying to bring back the borders to their macabre motif of bloodied skulls rather than broken and toothless as she had found a few of them to be.

The small girl was surprised to hear her name and it caused her to glance up at Ezekiel. She wasn't certain how her name had come to be known exactly. She had simply figured that she was yet another nameless face to the lead male. It would seem that this wasn't so. And his instruction to Priest had her grinning. "Now you have no choice but to stay in my room now." Though that was something that had already been planned on. But now with the command there was no way at all that Priest could think to change his mind.

Symera watched as Ezekiel headed away after having spoken and then looked back to Priest. "Come on, I will show you where my room is." She gave a small wave of her hand with the words, beckoning the younger male to follow after her. She felt glad knowing that Priest wasn't allowed to leave now. Priest was being forced to stay with her and it made her happy. She couldn't think of anything that would possibly make this day any better. She had her best friend back as well as the assurance that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Priest de le Poer · 01-23-2012, 12:10 PM

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He could never understand the hold that Talitha held on the Aquila, and in truth, he didn't care -- he and Vermillion did not share the bond that the twin de le Poers held, Talitha had mentioned that much in watching how the two siblings interacted. So they wouldn't be like her and Ezekiel. As the Aquila's fist tightened around the cameo pendant, he was sure that it was a good thing.

Sa'adat was relieved as Ezekiel knelt to help her, standing and leaning her weight into the golden Aquila that she held loyalty to. Priest knew she was relieved to be home, he could tell in her face, the look of excitement gave it away. As Enkiel was mentioned, she light up like the candles Talitha had used in Freetown to light their small home; he was told to stay with the young girl, while his nurse would go back to the healer.

Priest didn't notice the softness in Ezekiel's eyes as he looked at the jackal, but she did -- her arms unfolded and her hands offered the papers to him, all crumpled and written on hastily with the same charcoal that his sister had so often used to draw. She dropped her voice as she spoke, offering only one thing before looking in the direction of the manor: "She wanted to explain to you."

He grunted as the older two made their way off, going to Enkiel, while his own attention returned to his playmate. A grin spread across his features as she waved him to follow, his four paws falling into rhythm as he made his way toward her. "You like having me stuck by you, huh?" he inquired, though it was obvious enough that she did. It was entertaining, to be wanted so much by a girl he hadn't seen in months, when his own mother had tossed him aside. Entertaining...but better. There was something in his chest that fluttered at the prospect. Things were going to be better, even if he was forced to speak to his uncle some other time.

"Show me our room." he commanded, flicking his tail to the side as he waited patiently.

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Symera Villisca · 01-24-2012, 04:19 PM

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Symera Villisca

and the rat's in the cradle

"Of course." Symera wasn't about to deny it. Why should she? Having Priest around meant all of those plans that they had made together as pups could be put into action. Just as soon as Priest could shift he could come out with her to help her hunt stinkies. They were going to be unstoppable. At least that is how it played out in her head. She seen them as some sort of unstoppable force and that not a single stinky stood a chance of escaping their grasp.

Symera just laughed off the command and headed on into the inner parts of Inferni. She made her way directly to the manor. She had taken care of what she had needed to do already and so now she had all the time in the world to reacquaint herself with Priest once again. Well, at least she figured that she did. No one usually bothered to to go take care of something else. Well, not unless Halo needed her to watch the pups. Even so, she figured that she could do that and still get to know Priest all over again at the same time.

Once Symera got to the mansion she headed inside. "I live upstairs, next to Halo." She figured that Priest would at least like to know who was around and close by. Symera hadn't run into any others living on the side that she shared with Halo. "Come on, right in here." The small girl spoke again after having climbed and stairs and made her way down the hall and then into her room.

There was an old bloodstain that had soaked into the wooden floor just a small distance from the foot of the bed. The cotton sheets that the bed had come with were also stained in blood as well as having holes in them from age. There really wasn't much to the room, it mainly bare though there were a few old wolf skulls on the floor as well as a pile of other odd bones and such trinkets in a pile in a corner. The skull was removed from Symera's head and added to the pile. "This is it."

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