be the snake that's lying underneath
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Sepirah glanced along the borders witha soft frown on her face. A soft breeze blew across drifter bay, the side of Inferni’s territory she awaited a leader at. A dark hand rached up to straighten her fringe, while golden eyes looked to the serpent companion who joined her at the ground. ’We’ll be home soon...’ she noted wistfully. Although she’d left Inferni before, she never truly regarded anywhere else as home. Perhaps except for her true birthplace. But returning there was out of the question and even if she did pack up her things and leave, she assumed she'd find her heart still belong to Inferni. And wouldn't that be a journey wasted.


The viper waited patiently beside his mistress, lifting his body up in an attempt to clamber higher. 'Ah, come here...' she cooed gently, bending down and out stretching her arm to the dark reptile. The nameless creature curled his body around the limb eagerly, moving up to the woman's shoulders and sitting there like a macabre feather boa. 'Suppose there's no use sitting here silently?' she mused gently, petting the reptile's head. She tilted her head back and let out a beautiful howl, notifying her 'family' of her return.



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Ithiel is by Kitty!

Ithiel was already underway toward the location of the stranger -- his blood, he'd soon learn -- when the howl rang out. Zedekiah had alerted him to the approach of a canine, his hissing and low voice proclaiming her fur to be "night" in coloration. Ithiel had therefore mounted Lystra -- whom he'd received back from Myrika in a much calmer state, though fire still flared in her veins on occasion -- and started out toward the border immediately, thinking a canine of such dark coloration could only be one thing: wolf.

As the dust-colored man drew closer, however, he tilted his head into the wind and inhaled sharply, scenting something that smelled not a bit like wolf at all. It smelled like the rest of his family, and he pulled gently on the reins, drawing Lystra to a stop for a moment. The chestnut horse stomped her foot and shook her head, but she did not seek to keep going and defy him. Surprised, the man reached out and stroked her shoulder appreciatively. The horse quivered beneath his touch, a reaction the dust-colored coyote found altogether strange.

Ithiel was not one to become easily distracted, however, and the dark coyote moved on quickly enough. As they drew nearer, however, Lystra gave a frightened shriek, tossing her head with the sight of the snake. Ithiel, rather than fight her for control as he usually did, allowed her to pitch her fit while murmuring wordless soothing to her, stroking at her neck. She half-reared, stamped both feet into the dust, and stilled, though the chestnut mare looked at the dark woman's snake with fear showing in the whites of her eyes.

Another Lykoi, come home? he inquired, noting to the red star she bore on her flexuous and womanly figure. He did not have such a mark, but then again -- perhaps he was not truly a Lykoi.

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Sepirah's golden eyes narrowed as a scent drifted closer on the wind. A man and a horse. While Sepirah didn't dislike horses in anyway, she remained apathetic towards their kind, noting their usefulness but not having any need of it herself. The horse seemed upset by something and as the jackal woman was no idiot she noted that it was probably due to the reptile upon her shoulders. With a swift movement of her arms, she pulled the dark viper behind her back and allowed him to curl upon and around her hands, safely out of view. 'Sorry'. It wasn't a particularly heartfelt apology, merely because she hadn't done anything wrong. However she noted the need for an apology and spoke it nonetheless.


'Yes' she said, looking down to her chest and back up again, 'Sepirah Lykoi'/ She'd have been more cheerful had she know this male was a relative of hers, but for now she remained her default neutral self. The snake pulled at her wrists gently, moving about behind her, but never coming out behind the blockade of Sepirah's waist. 'It's good to be back...' she sighed, not particularly to the male before her. Merely out into the world.



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Kindasorta PP in assuming Sepirah responded positively to his inquiry to keep it shawt and schweet? :3 I edited leader stuff into title for you, also. ^_^



Ithiel is by me!

Lystra's reaction to the snake might have been ten times worse before the weeks Myrika spent working with her. Ithiel had done his homework, as well -- as Lystra was his first horse, he was not used to dealing with a creature seeking to please him. On the contrary, prior to her added training, Lystra had seemed at times seeking to displease him. She was far from perfect even now, but at least he did not have to fight her for every inch of control. It was a wonder he'd made it all the way to Scintilla and was only unhorsed twice. Thankfully, the dark-furred woman was polite and drew the snake out of Lystra's eyesight.

When Ithiel had come here, the dust-colored man had not known the extent of his family. Jezebel had spoken of Gabriel and Inferni frequently in the brief time Ithiel knew her, but there had been no mention of half-siblings, let alone heaps of cousins. This new one was met with his usual reserved demeanor, his face seemingly carved from stone and set with two glinting rubies for eyes. He appraised her all the same, eyes roving quickly over her face and her small, well-made form. She was in good health and shared his blood; what more did he need to ask?

No apology needed -- she is a fickle horse, that's all, he said, nodding to her introduction. Ithiel de le Poer, Vigiles. You lived within Inferni before, then? he asked, not in the least surprised. Inferni had existed many years without him, and there might be dozens of former members he did not know. I don't suppose there's any point in me delaying a leader's presence, he added, half-turning back to Inferni. He lifted his head and yowled a coyote's call, beckoning for Vesper or his half-brother. He turned back to Sepirah when it was done, and Lystra shifted her weight from one forehoof to the other, still nervous but no longer panicky now that the snake was out of sight.

You have a snake, he observed, nodding his head almost imperceptibly toward her. What purpose does it serve you? Ithiel was curious, but he did not seem to be disparaging her choice.

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The hybrid moved through his land with the easy lope of a wolf, traveling with a speed that lacked purpose. While he often patrolled atop Viggo, he favored his own legs as much as he did the horse. It allowed for him to scent things better, and to mark the various places he favored. He was in the middle of such an act when the cry came, and once finished, quickened his pace to meet it. The musk of his dominance reeked from his pelt, but the coyote had little concern for such a thing. His duty was not one that allowed him to remain anonymous, but he had others to do such things for him.

Another cry echoed the first not long after, this belonging to his half-brother. Pleased with the man’s skill as a scout, and his fierce duty to such a role, the Aquila quickened his pace. It took him perhaps fifteen minutes to finally close the distance, and to his surprise a dark woman of Enkiel’s conformation was there to meet him. The brand upon her chest echoed her lineage, and he recalled her by word-of-mouth, though he could not remember meeting her. Still, the past was something he learned much of—and for this reason he recalled Enkiel’s sour attitude towards the girl, and his mention of her lack of loyalty. Still, people changed…and he owed family at least that much.

“Back again?” He asked, tone neutral despite the doubt in his heart. His stance indicated his rank though it was subtle, one not demanding as a wolf might behave. Small as his lupus form was, there was no need for him to shift to meet the pair.

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She nodded along, not really knowing what else to do. The jackal woman didn't really know all that much about horses and only had the dusty pelted male's word on it. And after all he'd know, especially if she was his horse. 'Yeah' Sepirah said, giving a simple answer to Ithiel's question, accompanying her words with a gentle nod. The nameless serpent behind her back entwined itself in on her wrists, of course Sepirah was used to the tight binding sensation and found it comforting. Slightly masochistic, but Sepirah wasn't concerned with how others perceived her so much. When questioned about nameless's purpose, Sepirah shrugged. 'Not really. He gets rid of rodents and serves as good company. But, apart from that, nothing'. It was the reptile's companionship she prized more, however, for she couldn't imagine anything other than the viper as her pet.


It's was about a quarter of an hour before Ezekiel arrived. When his presence came, a thick musky scent of leadership hung over him, despite the somewhat relaxed posture he held. 'Yeah' she said, taking hint of the neutral tone his voice held, upset that she couldn't tell if he was pissed or happy. Either way, she let her ears and shoulders drop in respect, wishing she didn't have to look down upon him as they spoke. 'And it's for good this time. I...' she paused and shook her head, 'I can't stay away' she added, with a hint of bemusement in her tone.


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(314) Can skip me if necessary, sorry. XD



Ithiel is by me!

Ithiel had some understanding of the snake's usefulness, but he offered only a nod in response, content to wait upon his horse's back for his Aquila or Optio to make their presence known. Though vultures were far more scavengers than hunters, others within Scintilla had possessed different birds -- some small, dangerously quick falcons, some eagles as massive as Zedekiah, with razor-sharp beaks and claws to match their ferocious gaze. He did not understand companionship from the animal, however, for Zede and Lystra both were beneath him. They were creatures meant to serve, and one did not form close relationships with one's servants, especially servants which might be called upon to die at any moment. He would not lament Lystra if she died in toiling for him, nor Zedekiah -- such was their purpose. It was much the same with his own death -- meaningless, so long as it was in servitude.

Ezekiel made his presence known shortly thereafter, and Ithiel's carnelian eyes regarded the man's ruddy-colored feet and no higher, despite their current disparity in height. Lystra eyed him warily and shifted her weight again, issuing a half-hearted stomp as her only protest against his presence. Ithiel, for his part, remained silent for whatever banter they needed to make. He had endured this process once; he'd seen it before -- he would see it again, no doubt. Ezekiel seemed to regard her with a queer neutrality, though Ithiel did not think it so terribly strange, for his half-brother did tend to take the impartial view, as did any good leader. Where Ezekiel succeeded, Ithiel would fail -- Inferni would not hold long beneath his own rule, he thought, no matter how many years of glue preceded his reign. He did not inspire any camaraderie in his fellow canine, and they would quickly seek some other haven, he knew.

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Rose, if you can reply once I'll close this. Also, I mentioned Sep being fat because her profile says she's 200+ lbs in Optime form and only 5'6". <<



There was an obvious difference between this dark snake and her brother. Ezekiel saw them outlined clearly in her stature and her voice, which lacked the foreign twist he heard in Enkiel. Perhaps she had been able to adapt to the western world easier—Ezekiel imagined she had, given her history. To consider abandoning the clan for the trading pack to the south, of all places, had struck a chord. He did not trust her, nor did he think this would be where she would settle for good. Few people kept that promise.

Still, she was blood, and he held true to that concept above all things. It was what kept them better than the wolves. Only traitors could not return, and she had done no great crime. Amber eyes trailed over a small body covered in fat. She looked different to him, but time changed nearly all things. Hell, Max had looked like a scrawny half-starved coyote when he had come here—almost a year later he was larger than anyone else in the clan.

“Touch the ground of Inferni and swear an oath of loyalty. You know our laws and what we ask; I’m sure you’ll find some things changed since your last stay here, of course.” His eyes narrowed, thinking of them, but he said nothing more.

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Sepirah turned her head down as he stared her over. The fat was still there from winter, where lack of training and deliberate overeating to accommodate the lack winter usually brought. And what's more, where she'd been staying as a loner hadn't been the best for fauna. She felt that usual sense of unnerve when people looked her over. While she was plainly beautiful, nothing special or anything, but still pretty, she didn't think it all to much. Self concious, almost stupidly. The judgement soon ended, but still it was as if it dragged on. Soon she'd have er lean figure back for spring, ready fr hunting and training.


Kneeling down to the floor she traced the border soil with her thin digits and looked up, 'So, Zeke, what have I gotta say? Just say I swear not to...' she pondered for a moment, 'Do anything against Inferni or anything?' Sepirah tilted her head down to the ground and sighed, 'I swear on this soil I won't screw you up for letting me back into the ranks, or anything. And I won't do anything bad'. She stood up, feeling slightly embarrassed at her clumsy oath. 'I didn't join that trader pack in the end. I just hung around up north for awhile...'



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Haha, got it.



It was an oath that lacked finesse. He wondered, again, how she managed to be related to Enkiel. The stark difference between the siblings was shocking to him; where Enkiel had focused on his mind and his work, it seemed his sister had been able to coast on her looks. There was something discerning about such a thing, and he frowned at her fumbling words and excuses. She would need to prove herself to earn graces in his eyes, for what blood they shared clearly had done nothing for her intelligence.

“Remember that your oath to Inferni is your bond,” he echoed, red ears high atop his head like a bloodied crown. “I expect you to be prepared to serve as all others do.” Satisfied, he gave his half-brother a nod, pausing only to look over the dark girl once more. He considered warning her about Enkiel’s fearsome temperament, but decided against it. His paws turned lightly, took him to another small, worn trail, and carried him back to the patrol he now intended to finish.

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