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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OH HAI THERE! It had been a few weeks since Silas had wandered to the borders of Inferni hoping to find out some information on the clan. The Russos had come in search of Rurik’s first sons, and along the way they knew they’d need to find out who was living here in Nova Scotia. Doing a little scouting, Silas and his family had come to learn the names of the packs that were situated around here, but so far, had decided to stay settled in their dusty rooms of the motel in Halifax. Silas, however, was getting tired of the city. He needed a change of scenery. Silas half expected to find Mason at the borders again, but the sandy ‘defender’ was nowhere in sight. Ignoring the common courtesy of waiting along the borders, Silas wandered past the piked skulls and into the territory. If someone came along to treat him with hostility, he could always just speak in Russian and milk some sympathy, right?

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O HI U.

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Hybrid stalked through the Inferni lands, a sour smile plastered on his rotten maw. He did not bother concealing his movements -- after all, these were the clan lands he inhabited. He had no reason to skulk around like some wolf. In the last few months, Hybrid had taken to patrolling the borders more often, deciding it was time to take it upon himself to rid the lands of the foolish wolves. Even with the rather recent addition of a new wolf's skull, the gross displays of brutality hardly seemed to faze the wolves. Even with the wolf's foreleg attached to a nearby pike, nothing seemed to keep the vermin at bay. And Hybrid would have none of it.



Only a month and a half ago, he and Mason had found a yellow wolf lurking about the borders. Mason had seen to it the the trespasser was treated appropriately. And Hybrid would see the same fate befall any other wandering wolf.



Hybrid increased his pace, allowing his long, gangly legs to bring him farther south along the borders. Although he was smaller than most coyotes, and dwarved in comparison to Gabriel, Hybrid had the physique of a pure coyote -- long legs, large ears, and a narrow muzzle. And this creature before him was most certainly not a coyote -- or at least, not a fullblooded one. He looked like some awkward mix between a wolf and a piece of shit. That is, if wolves could breed.



"What the fuck are you doing here, you little shit? You're beyond the borders, get the fuck out of Inferni," Hybrid demanded, visibly seething. He stalked closer, moving easily in his Secui form. This little snot-nosed kid would pay for his transgressions.

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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Silas didn’t feel as if he had been in Inferni long before he was intercepted. This clan member, whoever he was, was obviously seething. His anger radiated from his entire frame as those blood red eyes fixated malevolently upon Silas. Though he didn’t understand every word that came from beyond those gleaming teeth, Silas understood the inflection. He wasn’t wanted here. At least, not by this less than hospitable coyote. "Где Мейсон? Я подумал, что я найду его окрестностях здесь. В конце концов, он сказал, что Защитнику Inferni, или нечто подобное. Я подумал он будет официальным разведчиком или что-то. А Вы уверены, что не слишком дружественные, да? Ну, я думаю, я бы подождал вдоль границы тоже, но все же ... попробуйте освещение вверх." He took a breath, letting the Russian fall over Hybrid. Silas merely looked back at him with all innocence appearing on his features. "Sorry? I don’t understand zhese vords," he replied, trying to keep his Chesire smile under lock and key for now.

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BITCH SLAP. :]

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The boy began to speak, rattling off who knew what in some foreign language. It sounded incredibly familiar -- not because Hybrid had spoken it at one point, but because he could have sworn he had heard it before. The boy spoke for some time, and instead of even attempting to try and figure out what he was saying, Hybrid pondered the question of the hybrid's origins. They were rough and rugged, and Hybrid knew them. He knew them, he knew them. And then realization struck: Syemv. The "pack" which had stolen some of their land and tried to make peace with them. The Syemv/ Aremys war had been a great time, when they had finally been able to rid themselves of their bothersome neighbours. Inferni did not do well with a wolf pack so close by. Hybrid stepped forward, examining the boy, trying to figure out if he knew him. Had Hybrid killed a brother of his? A sister? He had disposed of a Syemv wolf in the war; he knew that. This boy had to be one of them.



Sorry? I don’t understand zhese vords. Hybrid lost it. That was it. He could not do this for his entire fucking life. Wolf after wolf pretending they didn't get it. It was enough.



"Syemv scum! Like fuck you don't!" he roared, lurching forward and lashing out with his right foreleg. His clawed paw whipped out quickly, with the intention to slap the boy across the face. What a fucking tool.

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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Silas’ words hung in the air for a moment, and the stranger took a few steps forward. It seemed as if there was only a few seconds of hesitation before Hybrid was lunging at Silas. The Russian boy barely had any time to react. Although he tried artfully to dodge the blow, he felt the painful tear as Hybrid’s claws caught fur. The boy stumbled, cradling his face in his palms and recoiling. He hadn’t quite expected for this interaction to turn out anything like this. In the haste of the attack, he hadn’t even heard what it was that the coyote had yelled at him. Only one word hung in the air – Syemv. Silas had no idea what it meant. Pulling his hands away from his face, Silas set his gaze on Hybrid once again. The Hydra had not yet made another move to attack, and Silas remained crouched. Even though he was in his Optime form, Hybrid in secui seemed much more fearsome than Silas could ever be. "Что ебать", Silas hissed as blood began to seep from his wounds. "Ees zhis how you treat all guests?"

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Hybrid stared at the taller hybrid, his maw contorted in a gruesome snarl. His breathing was laboured as he watched the intruder, adrenaline racing through his veins. His paw twitched; his body was ready to move and rip this intruder apart. But Hybrid understood there was a time for formalities and manners, such as now. With his warning made, Hybrid would have to resort to diplomacy to continue this discussion. If the hybrid refused to listen to reason, he would attack.




The hybrid grinned wickedly as the intruder clutched at his scratched face. Hybrid was tempted to attack again, only if to show him was a real wound looked like. Hybrid suspected this coddled child had never been in a fight before. Were Hybrid one to scoff, he would have certainly scoffed at this.



"Yes," he replied, scoffing, with a shake of his head. "Intruders, yes. Guests, no," he added, baring his fangs for the effect.

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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Bringing one hand to his face, Silas gingerly touched the fresh grazes along the side of his face. The thin marks stretched from just below one eye and halfway across his muzzle. He flinched slightly when the probing coaxed a sting, and wiped the blood absentmindedly on one thigh. "Intruder? Zhis is vhat I am to you?" What in Hybrid’s confused little head made him so easily judge Silas to be an intruder and not a guest? He had never seen Hybrid before in his life! How could he know anything about him? Silas brought back his stance, regaining some height he had lost in recoiling from the coyote. Now, he looked downwards at the Hydra with a new outlook. A small taste of disgust tainted his mouth, but he wouldn’t be one to judge too quickly. He knew, after all, that Hybrid was merely defending his territory and that Silas had, in fact, stepped out of line. Still, Silas didn’t see why he and the other hybrid couldn’t have talked a bit first, before jumping to conclusions.

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"Yes, you are," he replied quickly, making sure he stressed the first word. He did not want it to get lost in translation to the stupid foreigner. "And if you don't get beyond the borders, that's what you will remain. We don't fucking dick around here. This are our borders, you don't just go wandering around them as you see fucking fit!" Hybrid stated, slowly becoming more and more enraged. Who did these filthy wolves and half-breeds think they were, wandering in and out of Inferni's borders like it was some loose whore? Inferni was anything but. And Hybrid was fucking tired of seeing wolves wander in and then have the audacity to be surprised when they were told to leave.



He would not have any of it. He stepped forward, jerking his head toward the direction the boy had come. He stood firmly, his stance resolute. He would fight the boy if he so desired. He would rip the hybrid's head off if he so desired. But still, he only figured that it was fair enough to give him a warning before doing so.

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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Even though he was taller than Hybrid, Silas felt a pang deep in the back of his throat. He knew what it was, even though he wouldn’t want to admit it out loud. He was scared of Hybrid. Silas was not a fighter. His frame was well toned, but it was just the body of an active youth. He wasn’t a trained soldier and his most significant fights had just been small spats between Silas and his brother, Anatoliy. If Hybrid initiated a real full out fight with Silas, the Russian boy would surely lose. Once again, Silas didn’t grasp all the words that Hybrid threw at him, but he was well aware of what the Hydra was saying. And what could he say in reply to that? Obviously, his playful use of Russian wouldn’t work here and he had no excuse for wandering past the borders other than that he was a curious, reckless boy. Either way, as Hybrid stepped closer, Silas held his ground. His teeth clamped firmly together, setting his jaw. Then, an idea hit him. "I come to join. Call your leader. I vaste no more time vith you."

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Hybrid regarded the boy suspiciously, refusing to believe the admission. If the hybrid had wanted to join, he should have specified earlier. Of course, if he had truly wanted to join, he would not have wandered past the clearly-marked borders, and would have howled for someone to find him. Hybrid did not know how this foreigner could even try for a second to pretend he was going to join.



"Do you even know where you are?" he asked, hostility lacing ever word. Did this kid even know who the fuck he was talking to? Most likely not. But that was not as important as the child's flagrant disregard for Inferni's rules or what Inferni meant. Just tossing out a plea for acceptance was pathetic. Hybrid loathed the boy already. He was a fool and a coward. They did not need anyone of the sorts in their ranks.

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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> It didn’t seem as if Hybrid believed what Silas had said. And maybe that was because Silas hadn’t in fact meant it. If Hybrid didn’t go along with this, than Silas would be out of ideas. Really, there was nothing more he could say to Hybrid to make him see the Russian boy in any other light. He’d have to leave and come back another time, hopefully to the reassurance of a different face. But for now, Silas would see where this would take him. Who knew, maybe Hybrid would actually play along. "F'course I do," Silas replied, his features twisting in disbelief that Hybrid could even think such a thing! "Zhis is Inferni." Silas tried very hard to remember the names that Mason had told him. If he could remember who it was that actually led the clan, it would make Silas’ words seem much more legitimate. If only he could remember…

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"Yeah?" Hybrid replied, tossing his head arrogantly. He didn't care how much of a jerk this made him appear to be (it was probably true, anyways). He not only protected Inferni's borders, but also its integrity. He could not have every random loser thinking they could join just for the fun of it. Inferni was not some little shitty wolf pack you could just join, leave, and rejoin whenever you felt like it. Most of Inferni looked upon abandoners disfavourably. He always seethed when Vitium's name was repeated to him, but for some reason, was being forced to withstand his daughter in the Hydra rank.



Hybrid snarled in reply the to boy's answer. Of course he did, of course he did, of course he did, Hybrid mimed to himself silently. When the boy correctly identified the clan as Inferni, Hybrid let out a dissatisfied huff. Fine, he got one answer correct. But that didn't mean he could join, or anything fucked up like that.



"What're you trying to proove, hmm? What the fuck do you want? We both know you don't want to join. So why the fuck are you here?" Hybrid made a point to emphasize the fuck. He did not want to confuse the poor foreigner.

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http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> It was evident that Hybrid did not want Silas here at all. He wasn’t sure what it was about him that made the Hydra so angry. Sure, he had gone a little too far past the borders, but he hadn’t really done much other than that to warrant such hostile behavior, had he? He wasn’t sure if he was more irritated, amused, or disheartened by Hybrid… though he did have the compelling urge to sock him right in the nose. Somehow, Silas had a feeling that would make him feel a lot better about everything. "I vaste no time on you," Silas repeated, locking his jaw once again and making sure that his tone equally matched the fierce and firm assertiveness that Hybrid’s held. He willed his brain to work, to go back and scoop up that information that had been fed to him just weeks prior. Think, think. Suddenly, it clicked! "Gabriel," Silas said firmly. "I speak to Gabriel or Kaena." There was a surge throughout his frame – a small feeling of victory mixed with the anxiety that perhaps he had gotten them wrong.

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Hybrid frowned when the male spoke once more, trying desperately not to lunge at him again. Hybrid did not believe this creature at all. There was nothing sincere in his plea. And, of course, Hybrid had a terrible bias against him. Of course, his only true prejudice stemmed from his hatred of wolves, but even that could be derived from his love commitment to his clan. Hybrid was doing this for the betterment of Inferni. They didn't need some weak, cowardly fool among them. They were better off without him. Hybrid knew quite well what such characters did to the clan, and we would not allow it to happen again.



The hybrid began to speak again, but Hybrid tried to override him. He raised his head slightly. His lip twitched, and he regarded the boy with an obvious air of distaste.



"Yeah? Then stop wasting my time and get out," he replied. But Silas mentioned something that piqued Hybrid's interest: Gabriel and Kaena. What did this boy know about them? "What're they to you? You can't just go fuckin' namedroppin' and expect results. What do you want?"

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Hybrid snarled in reply, visibly peeved. He did not want this fool around for any longer. Even if this punk wanted to join Inferni and wasn't just dicking around, Hybrid would not want him among their ranks anyways. Of course, Hybrid did not like a few members of Inferni, and was not too fond of a few previous members, but that did not matter. He did not need any more stupid members wandering around. He was sick and tired of having to deal with all of their nonsense. Hybrid still had not figured out what the coyote with the purple face had done to him, but when he figured it out -- and found the canine -- he would certainly exact his revenge.



Perhaps he was taking this too personally. Hybrid frowned at the thought, letting his gaze linger on the other canine for a moment. He could not stand this kid. He wanted him to get out.



"Get out," he stated coldly. "Leave, now. You're not calling anyone," he continued, advancing. "You are tresspassing. Leave." He would allow no room for argument.

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The boy had no idea what he was doing. He was acting arbitrarily and was now howling for the leader just to annoy Hybrid. At first, he had wanted to join Inferni to save himself, and now he wanted to join just to piss Hybrid off? That was just wrong. Hybrid did not want to see their ranks contaminated by a coward. Hybrid was disgusted.



Vatch me, the boy said. Vatch me, the boy taunted. Hybrid curled his lip in reply, eyeing the boy. Then the boy howled for a leader. Hybrid lost it. This was madness -- he did not think Gabriel or Kaena would allow such a fool into Infenri, but it was certainly possible. Hybrid wasn't sure what he would do if this worm somehow snuck his way into the clan.



"YOU ARE A FOOL!" Hybrid shouted, lunging at the boy to tackle him to the ground. He jumped to land on the boy's chest, with his claws outstretched and teeth bared.

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OOC: ::Word Count:: The silver furred hybrid stalked forward around the border, her pace quick as she stepped through the light covering of snow over the ground. It had been raining and snowing alternatively, interspersing a little bit of freezing rain and hail into that. The hybrid woman yearned for the true cold snaps, the depth of winter when night stretched on forever and the days were blessedly brief. The ash-colored canine was a nocturnal creature, keeping to the odd hours of night even until the first light of dawn. As Kaena aged, she found that she needed less and less sleep to function. Sleep was not as necessary a thing as when she had been a child, sleeping for at least twelve hours of the night. Now, the silver-furred Centurion needed only about six hours of sleep. She could function just fine on that, and she rarely felt the sort of dreamy sleep-deprivation that had followed her occasionally in youth. There were still sleepless nights, but now the hybrid could function on even less than she could before. As she hurried forward, a loud, low call, a strange voice, sought her out. Assuming nothing, the silver-furred coyote turned up the pace, stepping quickly toward the source of the sound. She assumed it was simply an outsider waiting beyond the border, calling for attention—the scene she stumbled upon before her was quite a bit different from anything she'd been expecting. Before she'd even passed the border, there was a stranger—pale creams and brownish tans highlighting his fur, a blue bandana wrapped around his neck, his eyes screaming pale fury. Hybrid stood practically on top of the canine, his own psychotic rage doubling by the second, even as he took a swing toward the other canine. Alarmed, the hybrid rushed up to the pair, though she intelligently left a few feet between herself and the battling canines. The Centurion spoke sharply: "What the fuck's going on here?"

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