Rest For The Wicked
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Dartmouth is 37.5% coyote and 62.5% wolf. Desired Auxilius tier: Miscellus. Desired Immunes rank: Signifer. He's currently in optime form.


His father's voice echoed in his head as he traversed the plains and forests, guided by nothing more than the words of passersby and a faint scent: Don't you come home until you find them; you hear me boy? Of course he'd heard him – it's hard not to hear someone when they've got their slobbering maw nearly pressed against your eardrum. Dartmouth's lip curled in distaste as the memory replayed across the torn canvas of his mind. Sure, he'd make his father proud. Sure.

Suddenly, as if his mood had been projected onto the land before him, skulls and bones splashed with red paint began to pop up in orderly rows and patches among the brush like grotesque daisies. Dart's bat-like ears swiveled forward with curiosity, sending the silver rings that lined them into a fit of quivering jingles as they crashed into one another. A long-clawed hand rose to push the mess of charcoal mane out of his blazing eyes as he paused, bending at the knee to sniff around the odd decor. His darkly handsome smile crossed his narrow muzzle then; the vague odor he'd been tracking danced just above the earth. This must be the coyote pack the travelers spoke of, he mused. I'll find them here.

Instinct mingled with his father's instructions shortly took over and Dartmouth placed a paw on the ground to steady himself as he remained on bended knee. Throwing his head back, he sang out to all within earshot, announcing his arrival and request to speak with the authority of this oddly-homey pack.


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Table © Raze :: Welcome to Inferni hun.

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Willam had been out and walking the borders as had become quite routine for her. Along with her there was her horse, Châtiment, following behind her as he always did. It had been the decoration that had drawn her here in the first place. And well, it seemed as if that was so for yet another. Her route was altered as soon as she had heard the call go up. Willam took off at a quick jog to see what was going on.

Once she got to the area where the call was at she had been met with the sight of a male on bended knee. This caused Willam to bow her own head in respect. Is there something that you require aide with? It perhaps wasn't the usual greeting given to those at the borders but it was her own. Willam was eager to prove herself to the clan. She was eager to prove her rank anyway that she could. It was because of that she had hastened to the call.

I am Willam la Chemin, of Inferni and you are? She figured it might be best to go ahead and get introductions out of the way should she be questioned as to the stranger was. You have come to the borders of Inferni. Which was pretty obvious since she had just said that she was of Inferni and she was inside of the lands that the borders had marked off. There is no need for you to continue to kneel. You are free to stand. The leaders here do not require such strict subservience. At least she had learned as much from her own talks with the leadership. She had been willing to give up her entire free will but they wouldn't have that. It was quite an adjustment but she had made it.


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Thank you! And thanks for the fast reply Smile Don't mind Darty, he's a schmoozer lol.


It wasn't long before a fae toting a horse appeared over the horizon, a look of faint urgency apparent in her eyes as she neared Dartmouth. A handful of questions spilled from her tawny lips, followed by a smidgen of information before she awaited the brute's response. Dart stood, his suave smirk still curling his lips as he looked the she-yote in the eye. My name is Dartmouth Moineau, miss, he purred, his tone dark yet cool as if he wore the lips of the Devil himself, and I'm looking for a home. Specifically here, as I believe a friend or two of mine might have found solace within your walls. And if all the females of Inferni look like you, then I'll have to ask you forgive me if I seem a little eager to be accepted.

He looked the woman over then and chuckled, noting that she was indeed far prettier than any of the females back home. Then again, there weren't many females at home to begin with, so already this seemed like the place for him. With an exuberant swish of his thick tail, Dartmouth relaxed his posture and perked his ears, attempting to appear more friendly than he probably seemed. Once again his hand sought his unruly mane, pushing it out of his firelight eyes before the same paw flopped to his side once more. Though impatience bubbled inside him – he was a man on a mission, after all – he managed to keep it smothered in his breast. He had to impress these canines, and show a little respect in the process.


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Table © Raze :: Not a problem, I always see joiners as priority and I have time to go back and forth right now since I've got nothing else going on. And poor Willam... she isn't used to her looks being remarked upon. And just so this willg o quick I'll go one and have Willam call for leadership and you can edit that a leader is needed in the title that way you can get joined up and playing.

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Yes, there was urgency within her because she didn't want it to seem as if she was slacking. Even though she had been assured that she could take things as her own pace she still couldn't shake the feeling that she should be working on a strict and rigorous schedule. She didn't want to cause anyone to wait because she didn't want a bad report about her to be given to the leadership. Any slight mistake always weighed heavily on her mind. While the leadership here didn't share in her firm beliefs for penance she was force to come up with the proper price to pay herself. Which meant that she usually overindulged just to make certain she was properly punished.

Who are your friends? Perhaps I can tell you where to find them. She offered up before his continued words had her bowing her head. She really wasn't used to any sorts of compliments, especially not those on her appearance. After all she wasn't the most dainty and fragile looking thing around. She lacked the accentuated curves of femininity but was rather stocky instead. Her height and size easily put her on level with males rather than with females. So to have someone remarking on her appearance without marveling at her size had her feeling awkward.

I apologize that you won't find many like me in Inferni. The females that I know of are smaller than me and adhere to the more feminine body structure that most seemed to find appealing. Willam knew that she was different from other females but it had never really bothered her too much before. Though now having to point out the differences between herself and the others of the clan really made her feel quite different. It had never bothered her, while living in la Chemin, when the dainty females were sought to be courted by the heretics while she was ignored because she'd rather not have that temptation. But Inferni wasn't the same as la Chemin. In Inferni she was expected to find her own mate rather than having one assigned to her as happened in la Chemin. And it was that news that, paired with this encounter, that had her fretting her appearance. She had pledged her young to Inferni but how was she to ever have any when she wasn't of the preferred type?

But she couldn't fret over that for now. No, this male had said that he wanted a home here and so she had to see what she could do in order to ensure that happened. Just the same as Ithiel had done when Willam had first been invited to join Willam gave up a call to alert the leaders to the newcomer at the borders. One of the leaders should be about shortly so that you might have the home that you seek. Willam spoke once she had finished her call. She reached up a hand to wrap around the crucifix that she wore about her neck, using it to give her a bit of comfort. I hope that you are able to find your friends. Are they the reason that you have decided to make your home here? Willam really wasn't used to small talk but she was trying. She didn't really know what to do or say to keep him entertained while wait for one of the leaders to show up.


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Dartmouth found amusement in the bashful nature of this she-yote. All of the coyotes he'd had the misfortune (very rarely the privilege) to know were boisterous, over-confident fools with far too much to say. But no, this creature was soft spoken...tender...even sweet. Though it wouldn't become apparent why until Dart really thought about it, Willam was oddly...endearing.

With a twitch of his decorated ears, Dartmouth emerged from his thoughts and redirected his attention toward Willam's questions once again. My friends, he began, yes. Their names are Sparrow and Vesper. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he added, And doesn't that make you all the more lovely then? Being unique, I mean.

Suddenly, as the fae lifted her head to call for another, Dart felt his heart skip a beat or two in his chest; partly because she had a nearly musical howl, and also because if he couldn't get into this pack and find the two coyotes he sought after this meeting then he couldn't go home. Straightening his posture, Dartmouth used every ounce of will he had in order to make himself look like the kind of canine any leader would want in their pack. The tip of his traitorous tail twitched nervously, however, and soon the fire in his eyes softened to a warm glow as they flickered toward Willam. Your leaders, he croaked, are they...friendly?


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Table © Raze :: Don't forget to add something like [ATTN: Leaders] to the title so that they know to check in on the thread and get you accepted and titled up.

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Willam's docile and pious nature could be blamed on how she was raised. Religion had been near about the entire extent of her life before she had come to be in Inferni. She was just a member in la Chemin and so she didn't have a voice in matters. She simply kept her mouth shut and did whatever she was told. But that had never bothered her because it was all that she had ever known. It was actually much harder for her to get used to all the freedom that she had in Inferni as well as the ability to maker her own choices. She had honestly been happier with the strict and rigid structure within la Chemin because at least then she didn't have to worry about ever doing or saying something wrong since everything was closely monitored and regulated.

"I have never heard of Sparrow before but Vesper is the co-leader here." She felt good that she she could at least provide that snippet of information. She at least knew of one of his friends and the general area in which to be able to find her. "Vesper lives in the caves here though I'm not certain which one is hers exactly." It wasn't like she had ever really tried to visit with anyone in their rooms before. The closest that she had come was when Willam had met with Myrika in the Great Village where she stayed. But Willam had gone inside of the schoolhouse though. She hadn't even tried to get close to it.

Willam shrugged her shoulders as she was complimented again. "I don't know. I suppose you could say that. I've never really thought about it before." Willam wasn't exactly in the habit of comparing herself directly to anyone. And she was never one to praise herself either. Actually she tended to deny and downplay every amount of praise or compliment that she had ever received. She wasn't even one to say that she had any skills, outside of hunting at least, because she was unable to perform anything with perfection and precision the entire time.

Willam offered up a genuine and reassuring smile as well as having nodded her head. "They are. Myrika, the leader, has continued to lend me an open ear whenever there are things that I need to speak of because I am uncertain about them. She offers guidance without forcing her hand. Vesper also doesn't control every situation and seems to value the opinions of others." Or at least Willam's opinion on things that they were talking about had been asked for before. It had struck Willam as strange because she was used to leadership using a messenger to deliver what they wanted known and for the public to do. She wasn't used to speaking directly with the leadership before Inferni. Yet here the leadership didn't seem to mind mingling with the members. After all Vesper had hunted with her rather than just waiting for food to be brought to her. So it really was a very different experience for her.


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Myrika is by me!

The tawny-furred hybrid hadn't attended to the borders with the proper frequency as of late, for obvious reasons. The last few days, however, she had been making an effort to leave the comforts of the Great Village and her sister behind. Family or not, there was duty to attend to, no matter how bad it made her feel every and every time she turned her back on the schoolhouse and walked away from it. There was a countdown on the amount of time she had left with Cassie, clocked by the knitting together of flesh torn apart.

It was the howl, quite distant and faint, that drew her away from the northernmost borders (still comfortably close to the village and her sleeping sister) and toward where Willam and the newcomer were gathered. The tawny-furred woman heard only the faint snatches of voices at first, but as she drew nearer, she realized Willam was talking about her and Vesper. She did not pause, for eavesdropping was rude, but instead stepped forward with more noise added to her approach as not to startle either of them.

The hybrid came toward them nonchalantly, nodding a greeting toward the stranger. She smiled at both of them. Hey, she said. Lost coyote looking for a home? She was looking at the dark-furred stranger, but glanced toward Willam now and again. She was glad there were others within the clan willing to undertake the task of greeting newcomers; she certainly would have been slacking the last few weeks if it was a duty left entirely up to her.

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Dartmouth didn't hesitate to at least attempt to appear polite as Willam spoke. He nodded, kept his eyes on her, and even smiled when necessary. Though he remained quiet, it was a step up for him – he wasn't the type to care much for chit-chat. But this coyote held his interest, and for some reason he felt it necessary to pay attention. After all, he was facing a potential fellow member of the pack.

At Willam's reassuring words, Dart felt himself relaxing just a bit. It was very comforting to know that he wasn't going to be dealing with a strict, hardhearted leader like many alphas were capable of being. He was surprised further still when another she-yote stepped into the clearing, and he made the connection that Myrika was in fact this female – the alphess. His snout twisted in puzzlement at the fact, but he quickly overcame his shock in order to fall into a deep bow, his ears lowered and his tail tucked. Though, as Willam had told him, this pack might not require total submission, Dart felt it best to at least attempt a small amount of subservience even if it only served to buy him 'brownie points.' When Myrika asked if he were a lost coyote looking for a home, he opened his dark maw to respond but then shut it again, as he assumed Willam would introduce him. While he was entirely capable of introducing himself, he didn't want to come off as pushy, and therefor thought it best to remain on the withdrawn side of things. It felt odd, of course, because it simply wasn't him. But he suspected that going from living on his own to being part of a large family would require him to make a few minor - and perhaps sometimes large - adjustments.


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Table © Raze :: Sorry, still trying to settle in and learn my way around a new county

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Willam wouldn't have minded even if Myrika had paused to listen in. It wasn't like she was speaking of sensitive issues but was merely noting all of the wonderful things she felt about the leadership of Inferni. She had said nothing that she would be ashamed to have overheard. But wasn't that only proper? One shouldn't say things that they didn't end up wanting repeated back? Or at least Willam thought as much. She wouldn't think to say something that she would end up regretting should another overhear and speak of it. It was why she was careful with things that she said and did. She didn't want to present herself in a way that would end up bringing shame to her or to Inferni.

She had fully expected for the male to speak for himself and therefore was surprised when he did not. He had started to but then didn't continue on with it. That meant it left her to answer for him and she felt quite odd about that. She wasn't used to having to speak for another. Was this the way it normally went at the borders? She was uncertain since she hadn't been seeking to join when she first had approached but ended up being invited to stay. She also hadn't spoken to Myrika on that occasion either. Though Ithiel had called for her but he had been the only one that she had dealt with on that day.

"Yes, this is Dartmouth Moneriu. He has come looking for a home as well as his friends Sparrow and Vesper." Willam surmised what she had been told. She figured that she'd better mention his search for his friends since Myrika might know of Sparrow and if she was around or not since Willam only knew of Vesper. Besides, she couldn't imagine tht this was information that the male wouldn't want shared, especially if sharing it meant that it would help him find just who he was looking for.


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