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OOC not looking for much, she's just hunting. body super sensitive to everything, so expect moodiness



He was asleep. Terra had stared with disbelief at first. He hadn't been asleep before when she'd woken up, either returning with food or eagerly quenching the fires inside her. The coyote was tempted to push at him and wake up to take care of her, but managed to resist. She loved Kit. If he needed to sleep she wouldn't wake him up. Perhaps it was her turn to hunt. Stretching Terra gracefully left the place he'd found for them, thinking about where she could find prey.


Nose to the ground Terra followed the various scents that covered the ground. Her own scent, as powerful as it was, flooded the area, Kit's scent intermingled and making sure it was clear she was already claimed. The dye on her leg had been renewed, much to Terra's displeasure. She'd spent so long trying to get rid of it. She didn't have the courage to tell him how much it drove her mad, as Kit always looked so pleased with himself looking at it. Reaching up a hand she fiddled with the necklaces she wore, about how close they were. Maybe it meant something. But what?


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Well I just wrote a whole lot of fluff. xD +479


It had taken her some time to build up the guts to leave clan lands for the first time in what felt like forever. Of course, the Centurion had scouted out in the vicinity of the sacked Boreas camp for signs of the enemy and anything else, but she’d never left the Dampwoods. Now she traveled south, for no purpose other than to ease the ache in her limbs from being cooped up in the territory. South had always meant safety to her; north was full of dangers such as Salsola or complications such as New Dawn and the ruin of Ichika no Ho-en. South was where she’d met Blind, too, although she had barely spared a thought for the girl she’d cared so much about. It wasn’t that the dear she-wolf was any less important, but she was a chapter in a book, and Ves had already flipped to the next.

The rustle of wings in the trees overhead gave her some comfort as she loped through the trails of the forest, not as familiar as the Dampwoods but still an old friend to be revisited with a new eye. Her head turned and her ear strained to compensate for her missing left, which could still pick up sounds but lacked the flap of skin to truly catch them. With Stark flying above her, she shouldn’t miss danger or opportunity.

But the bird did miss something that had Vesper halting in her tracks, her lungs heaving and her limbs splayed slightly for balance. The raven cawed something and circled back, but she shook her head and pressed on, her paws dragging her in the direction of the scent as much as she wanted to go away. It was powerful and full of hormones, bringing both fear and longing to the scarred hybrid—heat scent.

Ves was lucky enough to have a relatively subtle heat, no more than a bit of odor and itching or cramping and blood. She would have driven herself mad otherwise, considering her inborn preferences and her fear of a man getting too close. However, she still avoided anything to do with the event, until now, when the feral pulsing in the air grabbed hold of her nose with a firm hand and dragged her forward.

Stark flew out of sight as she stepped through the undergrowth, and she gave her head a shake, shifting the rosaries around her neck. Her muzzle lifted, and she recognized the odor underneath the cloying aroma. She couldn’t put a face or name to it, but it made her relax slightly as it did not fill her with any more fear.

Finally, Vesper came to a halt beside a shrub and glanced at the coyote hybrid, recognizing her at last as the one she’d sparred with. She hesitated, then let out a little yip to announce her presence.



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A coyote's yip grabbed Terra's attention. Turning she grinned at the sight of the hybrid she'd sparred with when she'd made the mistake of changing to two legs. Releasing her grip on her necklaces she fluidly stepped over. Her form changed as she did so, hair shrinking away and paws replacing her hands. It was useful when Kit was around to be in optime, but lupine was her preferred form, and with the odd female there she changed back into it without hesitation.


Completely unaware of what had drawn her close Terra nuzzled at the other's face. Fancy meeting you again. What brings you down from the clan's terrors? She grinned mockingly, tail swaying behind her. Terra knew it was a member of Inferni she spoke with, but her speech was still irreverent as it always was. Even if she could dig up the need to be submissive, she probably wouldn't follow it. A grudging respect had grown for the clan, even when she didn't believe in it's nature.


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There was recognition in the other’s grin, and Vesper started to step forward to say a proper hello—until the other’s form began to compact and drop into a four-legged shape. It was an improvement over the injured optime she’d sparred against, and both of them looked more comfortable as they were now. Her tawny tail wagged lightly as she looked over the other’s lean hybrid shape, but the appreciation was not sexual in nature in spite of the scent curling in the spring air. She was glad to find another more like her than she’d suspected, but that thought was dropped when the coywolf came closer.

The nuzzle was perhaps a natural greeting, but the scent had made the Centurion slightly edgy—and while she didn’t jerk away immediately or snarl as she might have with someone else, she did put a small distance between them the moment she was able to. Her wagging tail fell low, and she snorted at the other’s question.

“We had war up north,” Vesper stated simply, her voice gone cool although it was not directed at the green-eyed hybrid. She wasn’t sure if those were the terrors the woman was speaking of, or if she just meant the clan itself; certainly, many were justified in viewing Inferni like that, although she thought this was the first time another coyote mix had thought so. She didn’t seem completely disrespectful, though, and the question was perhaps too teasing to refer to the carnage that was the conflict.

“Now that it’s over,” she went on more lightly, “I wanted to take advantage and travel for a little bit. I haven’t been in the south in a long time.” She smirked and gave the other a tiny nudge on the shoulder before maintaining the space again. “Not since I met you at least, Lady Who Has Yet To Be Named.”



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Why did she back up? It was perfectly normal for Terra to greet others like this. It looked like she didn't care for the contact, even though Terra had been extremely polite and open to her. Perhaps she simply didn't care for contact. It was likely. Hearing there was war in the north her hackles raised, anger glistening in her eyes. What kind of fool would go ahead and start a battle? The way she stood indicated that the clan had suffered from it, a good reason for Terra to avoid the north for some time.


The nudge on her shoulder was definitely welcome, but the distance reformed as soon as it happened. Cocking her head she stared at the hybrid curiously, wondering why she would ever act like that. Her tail wagged, a bright grin on her face at the name. How truly curious! I can't imagine why you wouldn't come down, when we're so friendly. Not even a single bite on my body, see? She turned, displaying the well healed body. Name's Terra, and what shall I call you, lady?


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There was a glimmer of anger in green, and Vesper shared the sentiment. It wasn’t simply that her clan had been targeted, but this matter of war stressed her out regardless. There was a harsh contrast between the feral scraps in the woods she’d had plenty of during her time as a loner, and the clash of steel and heave of bleeding bodies that was a full-scale assault. She wasn’t meant for it, but it likely said a lot that she had thrived anyway, despite the stress. Her survival proved that she was meant to be in Inferni, which had seen war plenty of times before. She was proud of that and proud of those newer and weaker underneath her, such as her sister Sparrow. They had healed and they would thrive.

Vesper was slightly embarrassed at the other’s cocked head, knowing the reason behind the glance. She didn’t want to explain herself, however. Heat made her nervous, and the other’s scent was tantalizing even to the scarred female. The electricity that flashed at each touch didn’t quite put her in danger of losing her mind and desiring to mate with the loner, because her biology didn’t quite work that way (not to mention she was concerned with what a certain girl back home would think), but it did make her edgy. She didn’t know what she’d do.

“Pff,” she responded at the other’s claim of friendliness. “I suppose you’re a soft folk, even if your bears make up for it.” She knew that there had been a war in the south even before she’d joined the coyote clan, but it seemed like times had changed since then.

Her tail wagged in amusement at being called a lady, a wry smirk on her lips. “Vesper,” she said, sweet and simple as the other’s name. She decided she liked the sound of Terra, which was a name she wouldn’t be surprised to hear in her own birthplace.

She took a seat on the loamy soil. “So what do you do in the south, if not fight each other?”



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Terra's eyes flashed, feeling the need to defend her pack. Soft or not, she didn't want others to try and steam roll her pack. Straightening up Terra arched with pride. The bears are what we fight, not each other. Makes us plenty tough. Alright, so that was mainly boasting and exaggeration. Not to mention the fact that she was in a chipper mood, everything feeling twice as big as it did previously. Even the touch of the grass affected her more than normal.


Considering what the south did Terra crouched down, too restless to take a seat. We play! We explore, exchange tales, learn about luperci stuff-that was mostly her being ignorant doing that-hold festivals, trade, and feast! We keep an eye on the other packs as well, making sure they don't decide to come in and pick a fight. Every pack did that really, it was just a matter of how obvious one's actions were with that.


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i am a poopface :c +328


There was another little spark of emerald flame, but Vesper only grinned, her tongue lolling slightly as the other stood proudly and boasted of the southern packs. She resisted the urge to point out that fighting a bear wasn’t the same as fighting your own kind (even if, in Inferni’s case, the two sides hadn’t seen the other as “their own kind” at all), knowing that such a topic would only be depressing. She almost envied them for having to face large but very different predators, rather than looking down into the eyes of what could have been a brother as the light went out in them.

The coal tip of her tail twitched at the thought, but it was the only sign of her troubles; her blue eyes focused on the russet-tawny coyote, who crouched and gladly recited the rest of the south’s charms. It drew another smile to the Centurion’s lips, and she nodded. “I almost envy you,” she remarked lightly, knowing that a few festivals and feasts would be a good treat. She knew she’d get tired of socializing after a little while, but having the luxury of taking days off for exploration charmed her. Even though peace had come to Inferni, her job was never over, and she was almost constantly traveling around the borders like a robot on a rail—or some more suiting analogy.

“I wonder if your tales are different than ours…” Vesper mused. “And the stuff you trade, too. Is it a lot of luperci stuff?” It was obvious she thought little of such baubles—even though her viewpoint on luperci lifestyle had changed a lot since she was turned. The fact that she’d learned how to use a bow (even if she sucked at using it still) and wore her beads (trophy or not) was proof enough of that, but she did like to distance herself from the frou-frou luperci who wanted to emulate their furless, fangless, and finished predecessors.




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Straightening up again Terra laughed at Vesper's words, brushing along her before finding a nice tree to rub against. If you were truly jealous you'd be living here. Your bonds to Inferni are too strong for that! Playfully she hit the ground, rolling over to flash her cream colored belly. She held still for the moment, listening as the coyote continued speaking. Their lives were very different, but Terra didn't much care. She liked how her life was, and crossed into the lives of others with ease.


Returning to her feet Terra considered. She didn't know much about what kind of tales the north exchanged. She wasn't even sure what tales were normal in the south. The stories she carried were from her birth pack, a different world than this one. I'm not sure either. You'd have to tell me a tale to find out. Pausing Terra thought about what was traded. She wasn't very good at it, usually just stealing what she wanted. It must be. She couldn't really confirm if it was.


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Vesper managed to smirk as the other coyote hybrid brushed against her, leaning lightly and playfully into the touch despite her want for personal space. “You’re right,” she conceded good-naturedly. She knew that the fire clan wasn’t for everyone—not even for every coyote—but she’d developed those deep bonds since joining them in the fall. It suited her, and she knew she wouldn’t want to abandon it for another pack even if she didn’t have the friends she had. The south, as lazy and peaceful as it sounded, was a bit too soft and bland for her.

Blue eyes ran lazily over the other’s pale stomach, just for visual stimulation even though she didn’t think much else about the green-eyed she-yote. Her lips quirked in another sardonic smile as the other mentioned telling tales. “I’m not much of a storyteller, sweetheart,” she replied, “but I like to think they’re more realistic and dark accounts in the north. Yours are probably about princesses that turn into butterflies and crap like that.” It was a ridiculous claim, but her tone was teasing anyway.

“You aren’t a fan of luperci stuff?” Vesper asked, her ear swiveling forward at the other’s offhand remark. “Guess that doesn’t surprise me.” She felt more relaxed around this stranger than most, and part of it was for her obvious ease in her feral form. It was familiar, thoughtless, just like in the Canadian wilderness she’d been born and raised in.




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That made two of them without a clue of the tales in the lands they lived in. Snorting Terra shook her head in protest. There's no way there's stories about wolves turning into butterflies! Princess was the term for a young female pup in her pack, and the only way that she knew the word. Her reading skills weren't strong enough to read stories about it, and no one told her tales. She was the one that shared them. My tales are about Coyote. Definitely nothing as silly as that. Well, maybe there is a tale about turning into a butterfly, but it's probably because it was to find out information or something. A small form could go more easily unnoticed after all.


Tilting her head Terra considered Vesper's words. I suppose you could say that. I like the shiny objects they have. She also liked shiny rocks, so that wasn't really stating anything in particular. Terra just loved collecting them, even if she was willing to trade away her entire collection for a good meal. A leg lifted up, scratching happily behind Terra's ear. Shaking herself out again she smiled over at Vesper. I don't really understand most of what they deal with. Clothes can look nice, but they're very constricting. Terra's use of clothes mainly involved taking brightly colored cloth and strewing it all over the place as a decoration, or tearing it apart for fun.


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Vesper chuckled when the other protested the existence of butterfly-stories, but the sound died down when Coyote was brought up. Her ear twitched, and an odd expression, almost recognition, came over her face as Terra explained a little. She looked back to when she was just a puppy, tumbling about her mother’s paws; while Winter had been very solitary, the family had still come across other non-luperci of their species who told similar tales. One of them had been about the Trickster, who created the world and used the coyotes’ cunning to survive.

Of course, the pale tawny pup had only scoffed at the stories, marking them as just fairy tales for children less mature than she. In secret, though, she’d tried to use some of Coyote’s tricks with varying levels of success. She wasn’t outright mischievous by nature, which destroyed the point of some of the tricks, and eventually her memory of the stories had faded.

“I know of Coyote,” Vesper said, regarding the other curiously. “Some feral members of our kind tell stories about him, although I hadn’t heard very much.”

Shiny objects—the claim reminded her of some of the more distracted ravens. She’d never understood the point of collecting things, even if she found some luperci baubles pretty. Her silver earring had been one such accessory, although since losing her other ear she preferred to keep its movement free.

“Clothes,” Vesper laughed, and rose up onto all fours, her posture almost playful. “I have a cloak, in case it gets ungodly cold or I need a disguise, but you’re right—they’re restricting.” She twisted around in a circle to demonstrate her freedom of movement. “Most canines don’t need clothes, anyhow; that’s what our fur is for. Unless a southern breed comes up north.” She’d heard tales of dogs with extremely short fur, and some with none at all, but she hoped for decency’s sake that the latter weren’t true.

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Terra's ears twitched with curiosity at Vesper's words. She had grown up with tales of Coyote. Knowing the trickster for her was as natural as breathing. Vesper's words changed how she viewed it, opening her mind to see things. Luperci could do many things, but for her Coyote was still the most powerful. Even if she didn't have hands. The tales were proof that these feral members were just as powerful as the shape changers they had become. After all, Terra had built traps as a pup that were able to ensnare others. Not as complex as the ones she could now build with her hands, but the same ability was there. They could do it.

I never viewed it as something for...feral? Coyotes. It's something for all coyotes. The tricks we live by. Perhaps not used, but if a situation ever arises, we have a whole bag of tricks to fall back on if it's ever needed. Not to mention it's fun. A mischievous grin spread across her face, reaching out one paw to bat playfully at Vesper. The military nature that Inferni held was a mystery to the lively coyote, always ready with a game, unable to stay still and follow orders the way wolves did.

Nodding her head in agreement a laugh escaped from the playful female. Many disguises! They'll never recognize me in the forms I'll choose. Clothes came in plenty of varieties after all. Terra had already learned to use them for that, covering up the dyed word in her fur when she didn't feel like being open about where it came from. She hadn't used it for much beyond that, messing through the fabric and making a large mess just for the fun of it.
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Vesper was not “honorable” by any means; she’d kick sand in an opponent’s face, swing around so that they needed to face a rising or setting sun, and perform just about any conceivable trick she needed if she was in a tight spot. However, she wasn’t one for pranks or traps like she’d heard about in the Coyote stories. Her goal had always been direct: a tawpie’s vengeance, for a while, and survival when she wizened up, and eventually the drive for survival expanded to include that of her clan. It didn’t make sense for her to play around in the way of elaborate pranks.

But she did agree with Terra about needing tricks to fall back on, and nodded lightly. “Any canine can use tricks, but us little coyotes tend to need them more,” she decided. She wasn’t sure what to say about it being all their legacy; it felt too much like a religion rather than a bunch of helpful stories, and Ves wasn’t about to adopt any religion.

A dark paw batted at her. Lips drew back to show sharp teeth, still white enough to betray her youth. The growl that rumbled forth was too high-pitched to be threatening, and the rest of her posture took on a ridiculous air, becoming too puffed up to be anything but a parody. She managed to let her hunched back and flattened ear relax when the other mentioned disguises, and then her tail lashed behind her.

“Oh, but what would you need those for?” Vesper asked teasingly, wondering just what this coywolf got into. She uncoiled all at once then, jumping at the other and aiming to nip her. “Are you a wanted criminal or something?” Her pale paws flailed ineffectually at a brown shoulder.

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Terra's body was still overly sensitive. Staying still through the conversation was practically impossible, form twitching and eager to go out to play. Nodding her head Terra smiled, glad Vesper understood. Not everyone did, even if they did have coyote blood. Something strange for her to find. We use our wits where others use brute strength. Makes us stronger. Terra didn't doubt the uses of strength. After all, without it she wouldn't have been able to kill the cougar, even with Kostya's help.


Laughter bubbled up from the playful coyote as the grey female puffed up, taking on a ridiculous air of challenge. It was similar to the mocking dominant ones Terra had played with, never taking it seriously. Terra rolled away, quick to get back onto her paws. The itch to run filled her, almost leaping away into the woods before she managed to grow still once more. Wanted, definitely. Criminal? I'd have to be caught first.


Let the night take you away

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Terra claimed that their wits made them stronger than strength did, and Vesper thought better than to call her out on her choice of words. Instead, she nodded idly. The Boreas wolves had learned just what smaller bodies could do; she still tasted the blood of the one she’d dragged off his horse, still heard the last gasping breaths of the one she’d strangled, still felt the stinging in her cut fingers when she bared the throat of the sub-commander. She hadn’t accomplished all of that because of her size, not at all. Her blue eyes flared coldly, and for a second, her over-the-top aggressive posture grew dangerous.

But the moment passed in an instant, the heat-scent of the other rolling toward her as the emerald-eyed coyote spun away. Her words drew a predator’s smirk to Vesper’s lips, and the Centurion lifted her head cockily. “As a crime fighter, I don’t think you should have said that.” She grinned ridiculously then bounded at the other, leaping for her back and trying to bite her scruff. She knew the other’s energy wouldn’t permit Ves to catch her that easily, but a chase would do her some good.


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Laughter spilled from Terra's lips at the words, joking about her crimes. She sensed Vesper tensing behind her, tail swaying with joy. It looked like she'd get to run after all. The instant the coyote sprang Terra shot forwards, a single bound clearing the gap. She didn't even come close to touching Terra, not a single brush of her fur or the tip of her tail. Her quick paws brought her forwards, twisting as she turned and dived deeper into the woods.

In a flash she twisted through the woods. Roots stuck out, becoming places to push off for more speed as she dived through the trees. Her red coat stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the green plants. Seeing a bush with red leaves Terra turned, diving inside. Mud clung to her paws and legs now, panting with joy as she twisted her body around, giggling as she tried to hide in the tiny bush. Looking out she searched for Vesper.


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