the wandering souls on earth

Niir Ráksha · 01-13-2010, 11:42 PM

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— Character Name: Niir Ráksha
— Character Birthdate (including year): June 2008
— Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
— Species: Coyote Hybrid
— Gender: Female
— A secondary form of contact: hady.fang@hotmail.com">shady.fang@hotmail.com
— How you found 'Souls: I KEEP COMING BACK?!
— Initial post:

         It was late, and it certainly wasn’t getting any earlier. Everything around her seemed to be moving, swaying precariously back and forth. It was making her nauseous. To bring her focus forward, the small hybrid shook the half-crushed canteen in her left hand, listening to the slosh of what little water was left inside. She dared not drink it, keeping it away from her lips for as long as she possibly could, unsure as to when she would cross another source of fresh water. She glanced up quietly, icy eyes noting how far the sun had fallen from its high point to beneath the thickest of the clouds, and she knew that twilight would be upon her soon. She needed a place to rest.
         Niir raised her slouching shoulders, empowering her mentality and pressing herself forward without any verbal coaxing. She slipped through the trees, a ghostly gray figure moving as silently as the freshly fallen snow would allow. It was perhaps a blessing that it wasn’t snowing at this exact moment, considering that she’d find it fairly difficult to locate shelter for the time being if it was. She attributed this fact to the gods, and how they kept a watchful eye over her as she continuously prayed to them for mercy. With her growing beliefs, it was no wonder that she couldn’t help but take it as an omen when she saw the skull of a wolf mounted on a spear.
         A wolf: the very species that sometimes scorned her hybrid-blood and didn’t appreciate their canine brethren that were like herself. She had run into plenty wolves who felt like this, and though she didn’t often reciprocate the bad sentiment, she would never forget the larger canines that hated a part of her she had no control over. She drew her fingers softly over the skull, brushing off the thin layer of snow that had accumulated there. She wondered who had done this; who had such hatred for wolves? Not that she at all blamed them.
         She could scent coyote, a powerful, musky border along this stake and far beyond it. A pack had done this and represented this monstrosity? Niir couldn’t say that she’d do it herself, but she didn’t disapprove of the measures. She pressed her nose tenderly to the nose of the extinct wolf, closed her eyes and smiled. What you deserved, she murmured into it’s face and then began to quietly pray for the poor soul lost at the hands of such gloriously devious coyotes.

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Snake · 01-14-2010, 12:21 AM

EW IT'S A VAN I DON'T LIKE HER SHE SMELLS. 509.

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It was getting late, and Snake was returning from the northern reaches of the territory. He had been busy thinking, his military mind working like a gear in the middle of a great machine. He had been in his first fight of the Second Dahlian War, and there was a cloth wrapped around his right shoulder to prove it—underneath lie where the werewolf had slashed at his clavicle, nearly slitting his throat in the process. It had been close, but now the wound was beginning to heal. It was a good reminder that this wasn’t child’s play and that they were serious. If he had slipped up that day, both he and Vieira would be dead. He was thankful that they weren’t, and he couldn’t help but think that it had been a little too miraculous for him. Another divine intervention, probably. He was somewhat tired of higher powers playing around with his life.

He had been thinking about what would happen if all the Dahlian wolves decided to invade and the Infenri coyotes knew and decided to regroup somewhere. At first he had thought the caves to be the natural choice, but that was a bad idea. He remembered when pockets of resistance against Patriot sprung up in the bowels of New Haven, hidden in decaying skyscrapers and buildings. All Patriot would do was send a large force to flush them out and exterminate them, and that was what the wolves would do. He had visited the northern slopes of Inferni, the Occasius Promontorium, thinking that would be a much better place. They would have a high view on the territory, and they would know if they were being approached. And they would have the high ground. He made a mental note to tell Gabriel of his thoughts the next time he came across the hybrid Aquila.

His senses went on alert as he noticed that there was someone on the borders, a small willowy figure that stood out against the surmounting gloom. She was mostly gray, though there were more intricate nuances in her fur that seemed to be highlighted by the dying light reflecting off the snow. She was near one of the skulls that bordered Inferni, close enough to touch noses with it. He approached, stopping and crossing his arms in a dominant display. With his war wound had come a promotion from Hastati—warrior in-training—to Hydra, which was the leaders’ personal guards. He knew that he had a much more powerful position in the pack now, and he was getting used to the idea. “I wouldn’t stand around like that, especially on these borders. There is a war here, you know.” He blinked, adding, “Who are you?” He would have attacked her if she bore a more lupine semblance, and the Dahlian scent. But she had no scent he recognized, and appeared more coyote than anything. Snake had never encountered a trespasser, nor someone interested in joining Inferni. He had no precedent besides his own, so he was playing this by ear.

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Niir Ráksha · 01-14-2010, 01:44 AM

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-chomps on!- YOU LUFF ME!!
         She refrained from picking up the skull, unwilling to disturb it anymore than she had. Satisfied that her prayer had sent an adequate message for the restless soul belonging to the skull, she straightened herself again—just in time to notice the soft crunch of snow as a young man approached her. Gray-blue eyes lifted to his face briefly, scanned the ulterior posture of his lean, masculine body and then appropriately set herself in response. She crouched, bowing her head to him and pulling her ears back submissively before lifting herself slowly from the ground again, keeping a relaxed, and unassuming body position.
         A war? she echoed softly, looking at the ground for a quiet moment before lifting her pallid gaze again. I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware, she added, twitching her ears slightly as he questioned her identity. Niir smiled slightly, vaguely amused if only because it had been quite some time since someone had asked who she was. Being alone was not pleasant, she thought idly at this moment. My name is Niir. Niir Ráksha-Rákesh. I come from quite some distance away, for no reason other than my previous living conditions had become somewhat unbearable. She smiled ruefully, looking down tiredly at their feet.
         She was quick to return her gaze to the young man, studying his handsome features for a short moment before offering herself to conversation again—an aspect she had gotten a tad rusty at over the past month or so. What is your name, and what is this place, if I could be so intrusive? Her voice remained soft, hardly raised and anything but impolite. Tensions around here were sure to be high, especially if war was being waged as they spoke.

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Snake · 01-14-2010, 07:30 PM

I do. I can't hide it. 476.

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She might not have known about the war brewing about in these parts, but at least she was intelligent enough to show deference to someone to the friendly local coyote clan. Snake remained on guard, though—he had been conditioned never to let it down, especially around strangers, no matter how feminine and unassuming. While she didn’t know about the conflict, she did not seem at all perturbed by it. She apologized, which he gave a nonchalant shrug to—he had told her just so she didn’t decide to go waltzing into Dahlian lands, though she wasn’t in any danger here if she continued to play the innocent, peaceful card.

The hybrid girl explained her name—a short first name that belied a much more complicated surname. Somewhat reluctant to butcher the exotic-sounding calling, he merely gave a nod to indicate that he’d learned it. She explained that she was from far away, which he could understand. Her looks were certainly not reminiscent of the coyotes and hybrids around these parts. She might as well be from across the sea; he had heard rumors of those coming over in great ships, though he had never seen one. He could also somewhat sympathize with her reason for leaving her old home—Snake himself had left New Haven (though he hadn’t really had much of a choice) largely because his life was in danger… and because he was being trained to be a personal guard for the most rotten werewolf in the city. He had come here on a whim, and he seemed to have found a good home in Inferni. He wondered if Niir had any intentions similar to his.

Niir was a little forward in asking his name and the name of the lands, despite what she added unobtrusively onto the end of the questions. He didn’t really mind replying, though. “My name is Snake Silverburgh,” he said, adding a superfluous surname for no reason. Snake in actuality had no formal last name, but a few that he picked from whenever he felt like he wanted to. Silverburgh was one, taken from the nickname of the creatures that had lived in New Haven. His half-brother Sigint had sarcastically nicknamed the decaying area the “Silver City” and its inhabitants “silverburghers”. Another of Snake’s available surnames was Hayter, the name etched into a pistol he found in Halifax. But that was all stories for other days. “You are on the borders of Inferni, the coyote clan of these parts. The rest of the area is infested with wolves—that’s why we are present here. We keep our own safe from the prejudices of the others.”

Inferni were perhaps the masters of having offense as their best defense. They kept intruders away with scary stories of their terrible deeds. It had worked well, up until a few days ago.

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Niir Ráksha · 01-14-2010, 10:25 PM

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Lol, -snuggles-
         She was quiet, watching even his most subtle of movements, eyes catching the slightest twitch of muzzle, or where his eyes would flicker—though mostly he focused acutely on her face. He was at ease around the smaller rather unassuming hybrid, but still precisely wary of her; a direct effect of the ongoing war, or perhaps his preference. She didn’t consider it much at this time, not entirely interested in his personal behavior as opposed to the group he was representing. Her attention on him, however, was piqued at the mention of his name. She nodded once, registering his name in her memory as if it were some sort of data entry into a computer.
         For where she hailed, being named after an animal meant something—Snake in particular was a rather ambiguous calling, considering that it had more than one meaning, both in good and bad terms. It was more commonly associated with the bad, but as she looked at him, she wasn’t observing any of these particular qualities from him. She noted that later, she would have to talk with him and figure for herself which definition applied best to him, if his name held any meaning to his being at all. It would be a personal puzzle, she thought idly, something to partake in if she were allowed to stay.
         Niir raised her ears slightly as he introduced Inferni. A coyote clan. Her smile faded slightly; it was not mere coincidence that he was a coyote—this was a whole class of them. She was acutely aware that even though her blood was riddled with the genes of a coyote, she hardly resembled one aside from her stinted, thin size. She was suddenly very aware of her chances entering these lands becoming slim to none. She gave her canteen a meaningful, little shake, presenting the nearly nonexistent slosh of water to the young pack member. I was looking for shelter, and sustenance as well.
         Obviously this was a pack, so she did not expect any freebies nor to be simply allowed the waltz along their lands without some sort of compensation. She took a quiet breath, aware that this was the most talking she had done in quite some time. Not since the nomad she’d met over a month ago. I am, of course, willing to provide any skills I can to this pack—especially in lieu of the war you speak of. Unafraid of any critical looks, she smiled again; I may not look like much, but I can be a fair asset in a fight, among other things.

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Snake · 01-14-2010, 10:49 PM

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Feel free to request a leader in here in the title / description of the thread. 452.

He had never been very philosophical about his name. He had actually asked his mother if he was named after the reptile when he was young; she had laughed at him. She had said no, no more than Foxhound had been named after a dog. She told him that she heard a story from her parents in which a man named Snake was the hero, and Foxhound was the group that he once worked for. But still, the name was eerily fitting sometimes. Snake had a kind of cold and reserved attitude that was definitely reptilian, and he was silent and stealthy and struck like lightning when he needed to. Of course, there were other stories about serpents that were not as cheery. His mother had also told him a story (another handed down from her own parents) about how the earliest woman was led astray by a snake and caused the original downfall of humans… or something like that. He had never really understood those stories, those ones from that human Book. He didn’t think they applied as much to the Luperci as they did to the humans.

Snake was not unduly surprised when she said that she was seeking shelter—the winter was tough in these northern lands, especially for those of coyote blood. Theirs was a species that was not as well-equipped for the elements as the rugged wolves were. He didn’t have to ask what were her skills were—she responded after a pause that she was willing to fight and aid in whatever way she could in the war. He was somewhat surprised; usually strangers didn’t hurl themselves into groups in the middle of war. But he doubted they should refuse anyone who wanted to help them out. They would need all the numbers they could support for the time being.

“If you can fend for yourself and help us with this war, I don’t see any reason why you should be refused,” he responded in his usual dull, automatic tone—a mechanical-sounding voice. He added swiftly, “We will have to consult one of the leaders, however.” He took a half-step back, facing the center of Inferni lands before calling out in a powerful tone. It was a summons for whichever leader that was available. He was not sure if Gabriel or Kaena would show, or even if Anselm would take the call. He had heard in distant rumblings that the red-eyed hybrid had been promoted to Optio, though he wasn’t sure if that was truth yet. Regardless, he turned to face the woman again. He didn’t have anything to add, so he waited somewhat awkwardly as he waited for one of the leaders to show up.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-14-2010, 11:28 PM

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Following his encounter with the peculiar fellow from the South, Gabriel had been leery of newcomers. It perturbed him, in a strange way, to be faced with the ideology that he himself had broken time and time again. The God he knew had changed since his time in the south. Twice now, he had heard the Voice, and twice now he had burnt the entirety of two nations to cinders. The land over the mountain would be healing, and by summer it would be green again. He had no idea what had happened with California, and cared little about it now. Except a problem had made itself and drugged out all the doubt that had risen out of the southwest, out of his past, and was something he had neither the time nor energy to deal with.

Luckily, it was Snake’s voice that had called, and not for him specifically. As he approached, having been on the borders as it was, he spotted the pair. The woman with the green eyed coyote didn’t look much like a coyote, but she was hardly wolfish. Gabriel was much the same, though he knew his heritage and knew that it was only by some odd genetic fault he had not turned out like his father. Slowing and forming the third corner of a triangle with the pair, his amber eyes focused on the girl intently, though he asked no questions. One of them would speak up, no doubt—which one, though, he wondered.

Niir Ráksha · 01-15-2010, 01:52 AM

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         Niir didn’t realize how odd it sounded that she was offering her assistance to a completely foreign pack until after she had seen Snake’s expression flicker minutely. It didn’t feel so strange to her, considering he’d used the term “infested” when describing the surrounding area in occurrence to wolves. She wasn’t sure she wanted to travel much farther than here in regards to shelter; stumbling unto some unfriendly wolves was possibly the last thing she needed at this moment, considering she looked neither wolf nor coyote—rather some sort of other. Unassuming, yet found guilty on many other occasions that she didn’t care to recall.
         She was not afraid, however unwise, of war and knew that she could hold her own if given a fair chance. Wasting away like she was, she had little to her name besides the ravaged canteen in her hand and her faith. So far this was all she had needed. She had a dagger some weeks back, but had broken it while defending herself. A night she had promptly forgotten, if only because she wasn’t fond of lingering.
         Snake’s willingness to call his leaders was mildly pleasing to Niir, however unemotional he seemed about the whole subject. She smiled at him, and nodded her head slightly. Briefly, she had reached and brushed the back of his hanging hand with tender fingers as a sign of gratitude—a most natural motion to the young woman—and she allowed the wavering silence between them to exude until the crunch of snow again drew her eyes to an approaching figure. Not a leader, but the leader.
         Niir crouched gracefully, knees curved beneath her and hands placed firmly in the snow as she kept her muzzle cast down in respectful greeting to the muscular male. He resembled a dog, she noted, with several battle wounds and eyes that bore into her—even without looking at him, she could feel his eyes upon her. She looked up briefly, realizing that he would not be the first to address her, but she was confident in herself, and did not shy away from her opportunity to show her voice. Cahuilla, she addressed him first in a language just as familiar to her as English, but it was at times easier to think of the words in one as opposed to the other.
         Leader, she corrected herself after a nearly unnoticeable pause; I am Niir. She chose to opt out her full first name, like before, but also her last, considering Snake had looked tenderly perplexed at her pronunciation. I know I come during dreary times for Inferni… but I am a willing klallam—solider. I just need a home. I do not look adequate at the moment, for I have been traveling for quite some time and have lost much of myself along the paths, she paused now, raising her gray-blue eyes quietly and gave a single, very-sure nod. I am can prove my worth to this clan. This clan of coyotes. I have been spurned many a time by the wolf, so I can not see a home anywhere else than here, from what Snake has already said to me.

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Snake · 01-15-2010, 07:54 PM

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She smiled at him once he had called for the leadership, but he did not respond in kind—though, for him, it was more like a could not. Snake’s smiles were far and few between, and usually out of irony rather than mirth. He also did not move a centimeter when she reached out; the touch of her hand against his, however brief and grateful, was completely alien to him. He remained as motionless as a statue, his stoic expression taking on a shade of embarrassment. Everywhere in life there were reminders littered about, telling him that he simply wasn’t like the rest of these creatures. These emotional creatures.

It didn’t take long for Gabriel to arrive, and when he did, Snake dipped his head out of respect and touched his right fist to his left shoulder—a salute that he remembered seeing before and which seemed correct to use while greeting a superior. The Aquila did not speak, and Snake did not think he needed to. The Hydra was not used to the etiquette of these things; was he supposed to introduce the newcomer, or was she supposed to make her own case? Snake tried to remember how things had gone for him when he had first come to Inferni, but it was not a particularly important memory, so he didn’t remember the details. He thought that Hezekiah had introduced him, but he wasn’t sure.

Eventually it didn’t matter—a flicker of motion came from where Niir had been standing, and he looked to see that the strange woman was kneeling in an odd fashion, her head bent and her hands supporting her. The way she spoke, the words she used, they all seemed to indicate that she was from a place that Snake had probably never even heard about. Perhaps one day he would ask. Now he listened to her make her case. Not knowing if he should contribute anything, he looked to Gabriel. “She is willing to stay here and help Inferni, despite the war. That stands for something.” But then he receded into silence and stillness again. He knew that the Aquila’s word was law.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-17-2010, 10:04 PM

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The girl, with her peculiar coat and light eyes, called him a name he did not recognize but found meaning in as she continued. Her voice was light, airy, and suited her long legged, ethereal appearance. Her name, likewise, seemed as if it belonged to another world. Gabriel did not recognize the language nor her faint accent, but found it smooth to his ears. Furthermore, she did not look startled by the idea of war—Snake certainly would not have avoided the issue, and he would not have sugar coated the dire situation they were in. Any day could bring bloodshed and death down on their heads, and if they were unprepared for such a thing, there was no place for them within Inferni. Haku Soul and his wolves would strike against the weak, as had been proven by Vieiria’s recent incident.

At Snake’s voice, Gabriel’s ears turned, though his eyes remained focused on the gray-white canine. She would stay, and she would fight. He could ask her nothing more then that. “Find yourself a place to sleep and get some food in you,” he said, deep voice lacking the snap and the bite it usually held when it came to strangers. Gabriel’s philosophy in regards to women was directly reflected in the way he acted around them. “Snake’s one of our Hydra, our warrior rank. He can help you with settling in if he has the time for it. Be wary around this southern border, and around any wolves in general.” There was only so much he could warn her about, and certainly with as many coyotes in the clan as there were, someone would be able to fill in any other blanks. “Any other questions?” He asked her, amber eyes focusing on Niir’s face with hawk like intensity.

Niir Ráksha · 01-18-2010, 04:55 AM

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         Niir was pleasantly surprised to have Snake speak on her behalf, but she did not share her gratitude just then—instead keeping her acute attention on the scarred muzzle of the Inferni leader. When he finally did speak, a handsomely rumbling baritone, it was with less malice than she could read on his rock-hard façade. He was considerably less scathing than she expected, and all the gray-furred hybrid could do was dip her head graciously in thanks and nod at his helpful command. She had a home, it would seem, albeit a dangerous one but a home nonetheless.
         Gabriel offered Snake to her useful disposal, if he had the time, but already Niir had a mindset of what she wanted to do with herself in these precious moments of peace, and she didn’t think that she would need any particular help. Besides, surely Snake had better things to do than babysit. Gabriel’s deep voice addressed her again, and this time Niir found her ocean-deep eyes being pierced and searched by the striking gold of his own as she met them. No, sir, she said softly, touching her slender fingers to her lips as a customary sign of gratitude from where she hailed. Thank-you.
         She pushed herself up and met Snake’s eyes from beneath the shadow of his bandana. I’ll be fine, Snake. I’m sure there are other things you must attend to. She smiled slightly, nodding her head to the warrior and then gazing back at Gabriel finitely. She thanked him again and bowed gracefully; then with a careful mind to the southern border, Niir slipped away, ghost-like and fast as she sought to find adequate shelter for herself.

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