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It had been a little while since she had done some proper aim practise, but this should not be much of an issue. She had trained every day in the past and she still did, but bullets were not as common as she’d like. The young Hydra took a final moment in front of the mirror and brushed the soft fabric of her stylish half skirt before she turned away and walked down the stairs and out of the mansion. Her heart pushed strong against her chest without a trace of worry for what would happen today. She felt at peace with the world and would soon find peace within herself too. Her twin sword was in its sheath on her back as it always was and one of her twin guns was attached to her hip in a leather belt. She marched onwards in south-western direction. Out of Inferni; towards Dahlia de Mai and the monster that everyone told her not to seek out. How could they expect her to remain idle when he was a monster? She would be doing everyone a favour and would return to Inferni as a hero, the slayer of Haku Soul, the wolfen devil. Wouldn’t they all be proud of her then? She did not to this because she wanted to be acknowledged, but because it was the right thing to do. This bastard and his idiotic pack had threatened Inferni long enough and she would show them that they would not get to fuck around with the clan’s members without suffering some serious consequences.
In fact Halo had her own personal vendetta as well. He was a horrible male who did horrible deeds. She knew what it was like – to be forced into intercourse against one’s own will. He was her mother’s son and her half brother. It was wrong, for she was not one of them and today she would prove it both for others and for herself. Her stride smoothed out and lost all sound as the Dahlian borders crept closer and closer. Darkness was slowly taking over as the day bid its farewells, but in the snow she could not find invisibility. Oversized ears scouted endlessly for sounds and bright, ruby eyes searched tirelessly for movement. She had not been here before, but the recently scented borders told her where she was and this was where she was supposed to be. She stalked about by the borders for a moment and noticed that the wolf that had marked the doorsteps of Dahlia was the creature she was after. It had been a long while since she had sensed fragments of her mother’s scent. She recognized her half-brother because she recognized her mother. She recognized her own scent in his. Disgusted, the girl started to break into the territory, though kept to the outskirts as she followed the borderline in pursuit of a more recent trail that could lead her to the Lion’s cave. Someone was going to pay for their crimes tonight.
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Mew had left her children in the care of her aunt. She was quite pleased with Hanna's visit. Being two mothers with a total of four children was far easier than being one with three, and she felt she had much more time on her hands than she was used to. Most of all, she had someone to talk to as well, and she had been particularly curious about Hanna's opinions on Inferni, although she had not asked. She was afraid that she might find something similar to what resided in her own heart, something which she was attempting to combat. After meeting with Jefferson she had gained a glimmer of understanding, and realized that she might have been harsh. These were the thoughts that made circles in her head every moment she had nothing to do, and these were the thoughts that did so now as she walked calmly along at random. She trusted Hanna with her children, and though Keeleigh seemed to prefer her own company, Vesle and Dexter admired their aunt greatly, and were quite happy when she had told them that they would have some alone time with the dark female. Without the concern of her children, and knowing that other responsibilities of their family were taken care of, Mew found herself in an elevated mood. She hummed as she walked along the streets of Wolfville, and what had begun as a small walk ended up taking her further.
On two legs for once, they carried her all the way across the claimed lands of Dahlia de Mai, from the human town and as far as Whisper Beach and further. She himmed absent-mindedly and did not pay attention to where she was going. All was scented with Dahlia de Mai, and all was safe and well. So at peace was she, that she had even been thinking about seeking out someone from Inferni, lately, to see if these new-found thoughts had any truth in them. But, judging by the events lately (she had only heard of them in vague terms, seeing as she didn't really pay that much attention, and kept to herself most of the time), now was not a good time to go running to Inferni. So, she would think some more, maybe talk some more to Jefferson if he would let her visit. All in all, while her life had seemed doomed only moons before, now her looks on life were quite positive. In fact, she could not really remember a time when her future had looked brighter. A small smile danced around her lips and she continued to hum. The melody was a melancholy one, but today it was merely a beautiful tune, and no longer a mirror of her own spectrum of emotion.
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Snow seemed to mute the world. She was unsure whether or not she had ever experienced such tranquillity as the evening let the horizon darken and let the monsters of imagination come out and play. Her breath was steady and silent as she drifted like a materialized ghost through the seemingly glowing snow. No, she would find no invisibility here, but she was armed and she wanted to meet a member so that she could be pointed in the right direction. Her plan was not clear on that case. She only knew that she would kill Haku Soul tonight. The need to force his blood to go cold was consuming her. For once her hair had been shoved fully out of her face so that there would not be any hair falling into her vision. It had to be perfect. They spoke of Haku Soul like he was the devil himself. She would show them all that he was mortal like everyone else. He needed to pay for his sins.
A glimpse of motion in the distance and the sound of paws breaking through the upper crisp layer of the snow. Halo was elegance itself as she danced in behind a tree, pushing her body against the hard, cold object and controlling her breath. Her heart-pace wanted to pick up its speed in response of the sudden flow of adrenaline, but the girl closed her eyes momentarily and strived to remain the inner calm that was so important right there and then. Oversized ears swivelled as a hum floated into the cool winter’s air. The young woman’s heart skipped a beat when a realization hit her: she recognized that tune. The sound had been deep and vibrating from her comfortable spot by her ivory mother’s side. The sudden flash back wanted to draw tears into the hybrid’s ruby eyes. It was Halo’s lullaby from before the world turned into an ugly place. She had been happy back then. For a moment as she listened, that old feeling of contentment and love filled her troubled heart. The sensation hurt her.
Next was the well known rage. When the voice was close enough the young hybrid stepped out from her hiding place and glared at the white canine that dared to hum her wolfen mother’s favourite song. ”What’s that you're humming?” she asked, voice sharp, but at the same time pleading. She was stepping away from her planned route, but this was exceptional. Emotion ruled the girl like it ruled every creature with an enlightened consciousness. She had to know.
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Her furs mixed in with the snow around her, and her senses were heightened to take in the beauty of it all. White paws made white tracks in white snow, and this unity of her single self and the land around her felt very much like the feeling rising inside of her. She had waited a long time to feel as if the jigsaw pieces were finally falling into place, and now that they did she did not fear them, but was open to them, smiling, anticipating. She had thought her world ended many times, but she realized now, with optimism in her heart, that those times had merely been trials, tests of her faith. Good things come to those who wait someone said, but she had never believed such words would ever ring true about herself. For years it had felt as if happiness was reserved for others, but never Mew Sadira. Now, she knew that she was wrong, and she laid down her pride and accepted her flaws and her mistakes with an open heart.
A different color entered the landscape, and a voice, too. Mew stopped in her tracks and stopped humming, and as her eyes landed upon a strange form she found the familiar feeling of anger stir inside her. But no, she would not repeat her mistakes. Ignoring it, she would meet this coyote's strange attitude with openness, and would not question her presence in Dahlia's lands. After the pack meeting, she knew she should be wary of this individual, but in all sincerity she believed this coyote would not harm her. If she did she either did not know who she was, or was simply dumb, for she should know that attacking the Haku Soul's sister had not played out well for Inferni in the past, and would not now. Keeping her calm, she spoke the truth with a kind voice, but did not smile. She was uncertain whether such a gesture might be taken in the wrong way. "It is my mother's tune, a lullaby I think. She taught it to me as a child." She had not entirely realized that this was the melody she had been humming, but as it dawned on her she found it quite amusing that this would be the tune she chose to sing when she finally felt at ease. Mew stood still before the coyote with the strange mane and clothing, calm as the snowy landscape around her. She saw no threat in this situation.
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The lack of hostility from the female was not expected when the young female stepped out and revealed herself. This was not right – did she not know that the leader of Inferni had declared war? They should be trembling in fear, because the killers and rapists would come and kill them all for what their leader had done. The hybrid tried to focus. All this had been put in motion because of what Haku had done to Kaena. The clan meeting had gnawed away at her psyche more than she would ever admit. Samael was still running free without consequences for what he had done. It was unfair! And worst of all, now some bastard wolf was walking about humming the lullaby from her early childhood. Everything could be explained. Gabriel had told her that she had kin in Dahlia de Mai, so there could of course be elements that she recognized. Haku and Halo had the same mother. Perhaps this too was a family member that she did not know of. What bothered her was the complete lack of hostility. This was not how she portrayed wolves and this was not how she wanted to start portraying them. They were cold blooded murderers and rapists just like Haku. Just like Samael.
Ruby eyes were dry still as an answer she did not want to hear rose from the tranquil woman. Their mother’s lullaby it was. The Lykoi woman stared at the silky white fur with actual jealousy gathering in her heart. She loved her Lykois, but she had been betrayed by one in her coyote family. It hurt so much and she had no one to defend herself. She truly needed someone to lean on to, but she had none. Wouldn’t Haku have defended her if he knew that she was his sister? Just like Gabriel went to war for Kaena, Haku would go to war for his half-sister. Eyelashes shivered as these foolish thoughts went through her. She was broken, and seeing Samael by the Aquila’s side had hurt more than anything she had imagined. It felt like she was back from the start when Samael had just taken what he wanted. Her uncle had looked at her and he had known. He was the only one who knew what had happened to her and he was a rapist and a bastard. Halo’s heart raced away and no calm could ever find her. Could this be a family member?
Her face felt heated, but her body felt so cold. So cold, so cold. A sniff suddenly sounded and the copper coated woman quickly let a pair of fingers brush the fur under her right eye in an effort to hide the salty tear that had already found strength enough to start to travel down her face. Damn. It was not fair that she had to wander this earth alone. ”It was my mother’s tune as well. She looked like you.” she could hear her own voice tremble as she spoke these words. Unsure of where she was going with this she could not relax. It was the enemy that was standing in front of her. Just like Samael had violated her so could every other family member. How could she ever learn to trust again? Who was her family? Who would ever rise up and fight for Halo?
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Mew felt something new where she stood. She was in control; she was smelling this coyote, looking at this coyote, but her mind was at ease. It was not afraid, it was not burning with anger that threatened to consume her wits and have her crash into another being in a flurry of teeth and claws and death. She studied this creature that was a representative of everything she had spent years hating and blaming for her misery, and now she was calm as the lake of of her birth pack on a bright summer's day. For the first time she paid attention to the details of this person, this type of person, and found that she did not look as different from herself than she had thought she would. Their images were twisted in her mind. Then again, Mew could see that there was more to this one than just coyote; it was a hybrid. This was not surprising, as she felt as if the hybrids were almost more common than the pure ones. Her thoughts wandered to her half-brother Jefferson, and she smiled inside her mind. She was changing for the better, and she was impressed with herself.
The words that exited the stranger's mouth rippled the calm surface of Mew's mind. She looked like you. Mew stood silent a moment, part in shock, part in bewilderment. Again, she was in a strange situation, just as with Jefferson. The white-pelted femme shifted a leg uncomfortably; her fingers fidgeted; her eyes glanced to the snowy ground and back up again at this female. She seemed young enough. Had Colibri... and without telling anyone? Did Haku know of this one as well? Why on earth would her mother have done this to them, to stay there, to reproduce and never tell? In all her life Mew had never heard anyone sing that song but her mother — not even Ceres, and no other wolfess that looked like herself. One eyebrow moved on its own accord and for a moment her face displayed the dissension inside her. Speechless she registered how her calm was slipping, slipping into chaos again. This chaos that she had banished, that she did not welcome. She spoke now, and she had seen the single tear of this creature in front of her. She had heard the quiver in her voice, and now it was present in her own. "What is your mother's name?" She did not demand, she pleaded. It had to be someone else. Maybe Colibri had learned it from someone else, elsewhere. Maybe this hybrid was from somewhere far away and had just wandered into Inferni. Maybe her mother had found the song in a book, like Mew found songs in books. Her white fingers were suddenly biting with cold and she clasped them together both for comfort and for heat. This coyote had to be wrong. Mew might have a hybrid half-sibling, but she did not have family in Inferni. She couldn't. It was not an option.
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In contrast to the canine standing so peacefully in the silent snow in front of her, Halo was not in control. She felt nervous of the larger and older female in front of her. Although Halo matched most coyotes in her four legged form she did not have much size at all in her optime form. The woman outmatched her size with ease and was assisted by the thick ivory fur that seemed to want to glitter just like the peaceful crystals made up by frozen water around them. Life probably was easy for this female, the young hybrid thought with bitterness. This woman had never been trapped between several worlds. She had not been brought up with lies and hideous secrets. She was a wolf and she had her family. The Lykoi name was no longer so sacred and holy to the young Inferni member anymore. The more her thoughts were defiled with the essence of the blackness that Samael’s actions had delivered to her mentality the more she despised him and everything that connected them. This also meant their shared Lykoi blood and she was so very afraid it would fully spread to her beloved Kaena and the rest of Inferni as whole. It was her home and her family and there would be nowhere else for her to go. She would be a traitor and weakling just like the two brothers that had left her behind so long ago now. Once she had thought that all three of them had been destined for greatness, but she had been so wrong.
She saw the shock shatter the peace that so comfortably had resided in the woman’s face. Perhaps that was enough evidence for the Lykoi woman. Halo waited while carrying a borrowed calm that was nothing more than a poor illusion. She had to hold on to something to keep her mind from slipping completely away. She awaited the rejection she knew would appear at one point soon now. That was the fate of a hybrid, though she could not really judge such a reaction. The young hybrid that once had been named Halo Soul by her ivory wolf mother was carrying a large amount of hatred in her heart. Most of it was thanks to her failure of a father, though had she and her siblings been raised by their pallid mother than perhaps they would have turned out the same with the only difference that they had chosen the life of wolves instead of tossing away their wolfen name and take either Lykoi or de le Poer. Now a white female was standing in front of her and she knew that if her beginnings had turned out differently then maybe the two of them would have known each other by now. Apparently there were monsters in every family. The green eyed female seemed so different from one of the rabid bastards she had expected to encounter.
The Dahlian female’s voice sounded in the crisp air and Halo shifted uneasily and fidgeted with a lock of her dark copper hair. Ruby gaze seemed nervous and for the first time of her short life she found that she sort of wished that she did not have a blistering red chaos star placed above her heart. It was a long time since Halo had spoken her birth mother’s name out loud. ”Colibri Soul and she sang me that lullaby when I was a child” her voice seemed steady for now, though there was no calm within her. She was certain by now that this woman was a close relative. The appearance, scent and lullaby could not be ignored and she had only really expected to find her half-brother and none else. Gabriel had told her that most of her wolfen family lived in Dahlia, and she realized that Haku Soul was merely one of them. Were there more? She had never felt this curiosity about her wolf family before. She just desperately needed someone to lean on and if she could not trust the family she had chosen and given her loyalty to then who could she trust? Ruby eyes stared into the eyes that were so different from hers. That seemed to be what they did best at the moment; to stare at each other with disbelief and confusion.
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While the words that came from the coyote's mouth were not unexpected, Mew still felt a pang to her chest. She had a hybrid half-brother: ok. But now a sister in Inferni? No.. no, it would not do. Had she been on four legs today she might have sat down in pure shock, but instead her vividly green eyes moved quickly from one of the female's eyes to the other, studying her. As if desperate to find any clue that she was lying — but why would she be? What possible intent would she have by lying about this? And she could not simply have made up the connection with the lullaby either. Mew shifted her weight onto the other foot and her fingers touched in the process, arms in front of her as if protecting herself, but also available. She was torn. This was worse than Jefferson — yet, this female seemed not more dangerous than he. In fact, she looked less dangerous, even for the scent on her fur. Jefferson was scarred and mangled, missing bodyparts here and there, but this girl was young and healthy. So very young, too, compared to their mother's age. Mew did not want to think about why Colibri had done this as she had wondered about why she had created Jefferson. It was quite obvious; Colibri Soul's children despised coyotes, but the femme herself did not.
She could not decide, could not land on a single conclusion. Now she was ruled by two things; sense and experience on one hand, and hard and non-negotiable justice on the other. At some point it had felt as these two sides of her joined forces in her dealings with coyotes. At some point it had been justifiable and even wise to hate them, to wish them all the harm and pain and suffering in the world. But now her sense told her that this was Inferni she was dealing with. Her experiences with the clan had on all occasions but one ended with bloodshed of some degree. She could not push that away. Yet at the same time, Mew had accepted the patriarch of Phoenix Valley as her brother, and it was only just that she treated this one with the same amount of openness. If Colibri Soul had been able to do this, to interact with these creatures of Inferni, then Mew Sadira would be no less of a female. She was too proud of her family, but this would be a grand test of her endurance. She stood silent, and as snow slowly gathered on her shoulders and head she spoke a single sentence which sounded wrong in her head, but was perhaps the right thing to say, to do. She hoped so. After all, who was she to judge every individual of this world as if they were all the same, when she knew from her own small litter that individuality ruled everything? Face was grave and voice was low but not aggressive. "Then we are sisters."
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Halo’s misty breath was without sound as she watched the woman in front of her attempt to digest the bomb that just had been dropped. Was this a large thing? The hybrid woman had never truly managed to connect with her siblings and though family was sacred to the red eyed female in some ways, she also felt that she was untouched in some ways. Perhaps “should have been” would have been a better choice of wording this. Halo carried a great amount of hatred in her heart. Her Soul family was despised, but how could she continue to love her Lykoi heritage after what had been done to her? There was hurt that needed to come out in the open so that she could deal with it.
The young woman watched the green eyed wolf until the final confirmation was given by a low voice. It was not a grand revelation then. The Dahlian’s white face was grave and suddenly there was an additional weight on Halo’s shoulders pushing her form further down towards the ground. Did she belong anywhere at all? She who carried the blood of three large families had no where to turn? Her behaviour was odd, but the copper coated hybrid did not have to make sense, for she was already stripped of it when her world had exploded into blood and rape and sorrow. Halo was upset now even though she did not have to be. It was a family member, but just as much a stranger standing in front of her.
Yet she could not keep her ruby red eyes from shedding crystal tears. Her lip shivered as the muscles in her cheeks twisted and forced the corners of her mouth downwards in a sorrowful grimace that spoke so well of the pain inside that she had held hidden for so long now. With a hand she attempted to cover her weeping eyes, but it was not enough. It was too late. Why did she have to carry this intense burden alone? A sudden weakness grabbed hold of her body and she let her knees slowly bend and fall into the soft snow. The lump in her throat seeped out between tightly shut lips and created a low, suppressed moan. Misery hollowed the soul if untreated.
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They were true opposites, these two sisters. One was white, an image of purity in mind and soul, and one was darker, marked, broken. They stood opposite each other, one wolf almost completely blending in, belonging, in these lands, and one hybrid completely out of place. The notion that they had come from the same mother was almost impossible, proven only by a melody, a string of tones that touched both their lives when all was warmth and comfort and safety. It was chance, and only chance, that would have them meet and recognize Colibri Soul in each other.
Her voice lingered in the air for just a short instant before disappearing into nothing. Emerald gaze sought out the fires in front of it, but they did something unexpected. They leaked. Mew stood still as she watched the younger female sink to her knees in tears, perplexed. Perhaps another time, in another place, when the hybrid's reaction had been otherwise would Mew have reacted with indignation, but this display of emotion was far too convincing. It was utterly heartfelt, and Mew could only begin to wonder at what suffering might cause this. Of course, there was a difference from one person to another. Mew did not cry as easily, and certainly not such as this. In order to make her cry such as this, one would have to rob her of everything, and more so. It could be that this coyote simply cried easily, but even so would she have done so here, now? It did not make sense to her, and she could only conclude that this sorrow that was voiced in front of her was great. Waves of sympathy hit the Vitis, but she stood rooted and uncertain. Should she approach? Should she leave? And she had yet to know what this person's mission in Dahlia's lands were. This dilemma would not sort itself, and Mew took two hesitating steps forward. All of her conflicts regarding Inferni, regarding coyotes, this one, Jefferson; they shrunk as she watched the young female moan with misery. The thoughts and dilemmas were discarded, and Mew's mind occupied itself only with the female — her half-sister. She could find no words in her to comfort the other, because the situation was strange and the girl was even stranger. Mew took another step forward and wanted to put her hand on one such warmly colored, but she did not know whether she should. Bewildered and at a loss, the femme simply sat down on her knees in the snow in front of the other. Finally, she found her voice, but they were faint, the words that came from her mouth. "I never knew."
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She felt horrendous and now also showed off as the fool she was. Fingers dug into her own eyes as if she full heartedly pondered whether or not to claw them out before the fingers moved aside to let her get a direct gaze at the white wolfess. Her half-sister was so close now and that without a sneering expression offered. Everything would have been so much easier if the other had treated the intruder with hostility. Halo could not suddenly cross over like that. It was impossible for her. She hiccupped loudly and shook her head as the Dahlian woman’s words sounded in the gloomy air. ”Of course you d-didn’t,” she spat out, though it was not in disgust of the other. She only found disgust for herself now. ”A Lykoi violated her and I and my siblings are the sad result.” she added, finding her voice steadier now for some reason. Halo found it odd that her wolfen family knew nothing of her existence, but then again she had not known of this female in particular either. It was not many months ago she had found out who Haku truly was and that he was one of the relatives that resided in the hostile wolf pack. Halo was destined to be in the middle of war and chaos and she had found that she loathed it beyond anything. How could life ever have seemed simple in her eyes?
She knew not what she was waiting for now. Her ruby gaze still bled as she watched the older woman. How old had Colibri been when she had given birth to the litter that this woman belonged to? Then the gaze was forced away to the woman’s snowy paws and stayed there. She huddled together and tossed her arms around her muscular frame. Though she physically was stronger and way more deadly than ever, she knew that she had not been as vulnerable in the past as she was now. Damn Samael.
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She sat and did nothing, said nothing, as the other enacted her sorrow through her own fingers clawing at her face. For a moment Mew was worried for the eyes of the other, but she calmed herself with the knowledge that no sane being with any instinct could ever damage their eyes intentionally. Though she knew little of the sanity of this one, she could at least believe it. Relief took her as the younger female removed her fingers from those precious body parts, scary in color as they were, but the words that came and the tone of voice with which they were delivered almost made her flinch back. One ear moved towards the skull but his face remained still, and she said nothing. She would not have had the time either way, for the girl quickly continued, and those words conflicted Mew further.
So Colibri had been raped. Mew didn't know what "Lykoi" meant, nor did she care. This was the reason for her half-sibling in Inferni, and it confirmed all her accusations towards that race by far. Her thought had been "why did my mother mate with a coyote?" and the possibility of this answer had poked at her. She had ignored it, wanting to give this creature, this race, a chance, like she had given Jefferson a chance, and found — perhaps — a friend. But now all Mew could envision was her mother's suffering, and her gaze was diverted to the ground, her head turning abruptly. Mew's ears flattened and her tail twitched, and above all she wished that she could take out her anger on this coyote that sat in front of her, for all of her own suffering, and for all of her mother's suffering. For undoubtedly, she had suffered. Looking away was all she could do to keep her fangs from revealing themselves in a smile of sorts, to keep her eyes from flaring in hatred and distaste. But she closed her two eyes so they would not give her away, and in her mind to herself she repeated the words that the Inferni member had just spoken. She and her siblings were the sad result. She had not asked to be a rapist's child, and she had not asked for her hatred on top of it. Until recently she had not been reflected enough to even consider these things, trained so well by herself to only consider her own ego, but motherhood had brought about a different kind of maturity in Mew, and as she finally fought the intense need to lash out at something (and it had felt like the battle had raged on for an eternity), she opened her eyes to find that the other's were no longer resting on her face. Emeralds were lifted to study her. The other's frame looked as vulnerable as Mew's own frame was small and lightweight, and the white-pelted female found herself leaning forward. One white hand touched the hand of this coyote (a sister? Mew had never known what it was truly like to have one.), but short instants later there were four arms around the legs of the younger of the two females, and Mew whispered with a heartfelt voice, both to herself, to her mother, and to this stranger whose blood she shared. "I'm sorry — I'm so very sorry."
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The young woman looked for rage in the white woman’s eyes, though found nothing. Perhaps it was become those jade hued eyes fell to the ground. Halo needed anger. It was clear that emotions whirled through her ivory half sibling, but no claws, teeth or words lunged at the younger sister. She could not see the nature of the emotions, but she knew well that if such news had been brought to her concerning Kaena, she would have seen red. It took a lot not to instantly withdraw from the other when an ivory hand floated down to touch her cream coated fingers. The Dahlian woman’s hand was warm and strangely comforting. Halo blinked in mild confusion and looked up at the gentle face of someone she should have known well and loved like she loved herself.
Why could they not loathe her and openly show this? Halo had chosen her faction and blood – she was not supposed to find warmth and comfort in her wolfen family. She could sense the familiar hint of the same blood running through her veins in the white creature. This could never be home, though home in Inferni would probably never again become the home she had wished it to be. So much had been ruined by the side she had chosen to love. Everything was so ugly. A new flood of warm liquid filled up in her ruby eyes, but she managed to keep the tears at bay this time, though she could not keep the wetness from glittering revealingly. ”I thought I made the right choice to find my home in Inferni with the hybrid side of my family,” she could hear herself whisper, could not stop herself now. ”But instead I was violated in the worst way i-imaginable.”
Never had she mentioned this to anyone. No one would understand. This woman would not understand, but the desperate words had blurted out together with the burdening misery that always burned inside her. Lips were pressed hard together in order to successfully hold in the sobs that wanted to rip her open. She loved the wrong family.
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Mew had her eyes closed, her brilliant greens hidden from the world for a moment as her other senses took over. Her nose took in the scent of both a stranger and a friend, her finger-tips, her whiskers shivered as they made contact with the other. It was not that she tried to hide herself, but it was her inability to look at the other, paired with her inability to comprehend the depths of the younger female's sadness. She closed her eyes as if to look inside herself for a moment, and she measured her own sadness, the one she had carried in the past and which now rose as compassion for the other, and she compared it with the one of the hybrid she held. A fleeting thought touched on the ever tender subject of race, but now was not the time, now when tears lined both their faces and the stranger who had become her sister in an instant whispered to her. Both their voices were weak to begin with, further weakened by the snow around them, as if the world tried to consume their words and break them. Mew opened her eyes to look at her sister after only a pair of the words had entered the air, but the greens quickly shut themselves again when the white female understood what they meant. Her head hung still in the air a moment, frozen, and she could think of nothing to say. What does one say when one of the most precious things you have is taken from you? And from family — it was beyond Mew's capabilities to even try to find suitable words. When she opened her eyes, her mind had already thought the thought that it was what could be expected from coyotes, but she would never voice this thought again. This female had not deserved such a twisted course of fate, coyote or wolf or hybrid; no one did. Hatred for whoever had done this, anyone who could do such things, took the place of hatred for this race once and for all, and she would never think of coyotes in the same way again, though she did not know it. Her green eyes stared at her sister, brimmed with tears, some trailing downwards towards the ground, the gaze expressing what she could not in words. Her empathy could stretch far, but to her, to place herself in her sibling's stead, was unimaginable. Her white-furred hands squeezed the other's tighter, before one moved to the side, offering her an embrace if she so wished it. It was all she could do, to comfort, and her voice whispered and repeated over and over the same two words as it had before. "I'm sorry..."
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It ached to discover that she found compassion and understanding in this female, this wolf that was supposed to be her enemy. Halo could not judge whether or not those tears travelling down the white woman’s face were meant for her or grief for Colibri’s fate, but she knew that it was she that had drawn them out from the unique green eyes. So bittersweet it was – she felt conflicted. Only Kaena had touched her and embraced her from the first moment. Embarrassment burned dimly in the young Lykoi’s youthful cheeks, but little attention was paid to it. This woman did not laugh at the horrible truth that just had been revealed, nor did she seem to doubt it. This woman had in some ways done more for her than Kaena. Halo had already been a member back when Kaena had arrived, but here both faction and race mattered and still this sister touched her arms and was sorry for her.
The copper hued girl with the watery eyes leaned against the woman as she moved slightly. Such a strange scene this was. Halo had come to kill and she had found a piece of abandoned family that cared. It made her throat burn fiercer and forcing a forlorn hiccup to force its way up through her throat. Blackness danced behind closed eyelids, but there were no answers to find anywhere. She inhaled her sister’s scent, memorizing it and attempting to push the scent of Dahlia de Mai out with the force of her mind. This was so sad.
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The girl gave the tiniest of sobs and shifted towards her, and Mew's extended arm wrapped itself around her in a proper embrace. Never had she been this close to a being such as this one; she could feel her fur and make out the details of her scent so easily. The fine hairs that made up her coat were no different from her own except in color, and her scent had some similarities to that of Jefferson, herself, her brother. If she singled out the scent of this clan that she had hated for so many years, and pushed it away, their scents were more similar than she would ever have imagined they could be. One set of fingers moved soothingly in this pelt of her sister, and the moistness on Mew's face did not cease with this embrace. She mirrored her sister, as if she, too, had lived through these ordeals, taking part in her suffering like a friend and sister ought to. They had both faced trials, some more terrifying, some more tragic than others, but the white femme could not imagine herself in her sister's position. To be robbed of a childhood, or a litter, or a mate; it was not the same as being robbed of one's identity and worth. And she knew she could not offer sanctuary inside these borders, for her brother would not allow it; in all likelihood, neither would whoever in Inferni who had done this to her. All Mew could do was share this moment of sadness with her, and this was all she offered, too. Two true opposites met mid-way and melted together in this embrace, their scents intertwining and their tears staining each others' furs. Still, she said nothing, for she knew her words would not matter. There were no words for Halo Lykoi.
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An embrace was all she could handle. A large burden had been taken off her chest. Someone in the world knew what had been done to her and she had received understanding and comfort when she had needed it. It was such a hideous pity that this creature had been her enemy, her wolf sister of the pack that her clan wished to destroy. There were no options to pick from, not for her. Halo had seen enough disloyal creatures to know that she never would sink to such a level and despite the ball of hurt growing within her chest now a second time, there was nothing that could be done. She rested her face against soft ivory and longed for her white coated mother with the sad, silver eyes. She would never get to be a part of her mother’s world. She inhaled her lovely sister’s scent a last time before she lifted her face and loosened her hold of the other, softly cancelling the embrace.
”Thank you, sister,” the girl mumbled gratefully as she took a few steps back to look at the wolf a last time before her arm rose and a loud bang shattered the tranquility of the forest around them. She watched the woman fall to the ground, watched red pour out and ruin the fine black and white scenery with its intense colour. She would not go looking for her bastard big brother today. Right now she was sick of violence and death. Her sister was dead and she was the one that had raised the gun and fired a bullet into the woman’s head. There was no going back now. The hybrid girl turned and wandered back the same way she had come, thinking of the family member she just had killed in cold blood. The world was fucked and Halo was just as fucked up as everyone else. Perhaps even a bit more than most other people. It was depressing to know this.
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Their embrace was still, as still as their white surroundings. But the calm of the forest and the calm of the scene did not reflect their inner selves, for both were conflicted now. Mew wondered; what would she do? Now, she had family on the other side. Perhaps Jefferson could lend her some advice, despite his hatred for the clan. Perhaps he would be able to understand, as Mew had understood him, and as she had understood this wretched creature she had her arms wrapped around. There were many things Mew Sadira could do, now. She could offer the younger female a home, she could try and rectify the wrongs, to dissolve this shadow of pain that trailed her sister. Mew knew that it would have to be secret; Haku would not approve. But lately, Haku's words had no longer mattered as much to Mew, and if needed, she would go her own way. Their embrace was canceled, but Mew's hand lingered for a moment on her sister's arm, not entirely wanting to let her go.
As the hybrid rose, so did Mew, but she would remain on her legs for only moments. The other spoke, and Mew smiled warmly in response. Her face radiated her heart's contents; she would offer her sister the world, if that was what she needed. They were two, now; she did not have to be alone in her misery. Mew's greens saw a strange device in her sister's hand, and in the slow moments that followed she studied how it rose to point at her, and how it exploded into a cloud of reds and darkness. Or, perhaps it was not the world that shattered around her; perhaps it was herself. Certainly, her heart broke at that very moment, but she would not remember that stunning sensation of pain. The white female spun, as if dancing, slowly crashing into the ground and into the cold snow. Reds poured into the white substance and quickly outlined her head, and as the soft steps of her murderer slowly dissipated, Mew lay unconscious, pearly furs quickly turning pink and crimson. She never had been one to wear her heart on her sleeve.
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