This is in the far far far south part of the Dampwoods, because Mew is a wuss and doesn't dare come close to Inferni :]
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Her two legs climbed a small boulder so that she could sit on it while she examined the object she had found. In reality she'd drifted around the place without a purpose, neglecting her pack duties and feeling how it gnawed on her conscience. However, Lubomir's absences and her troubles accepting it forced her to move and to use her body. It was how she rid herself of mental pain - exerting herself physically. It took her mind off things. Now, as her form moved to sit in a lotus-like position on top of the boulder, her white tail curled around her loins, she carefully looked at the item in her hands. It was turned this way and that, her emerald gaze intently focused on every aspect of it. What could it be, what was its use? In reality, it was an old brooch, found amidst the grass on her mindless trip around.


She saw that there was some decorative power in the item, as the thing was shaped like a flower, clearly on purpose. There was some amount of color, but most of it was red, but she guessed it could have been painted in a way, when it had been in use. Perhaps it was something to hang on the door? It would look good on a wall, too. Oh such a small item and such a large puzzle! She normally enjoyed puzzles by humans, especially those which had anything to do with music, but she couldn't see how this one could, and it had no use! A useless thing. Sort of like herself, maybe. Perhaps that was why she didn't like it. So long as Lubomir's mate, and no children yet. Perhaps the scum further north had broken her entirely. Perhaps she would never be a mother, now. She was as useless, that way, as the rusted brooch she held in her hand, and the parallel made her scoff and let the thing go. It bouced a couple of times along the surface of the boulder before it landed softly in the grass. Perhaps she'd been pretty, too, once - like that thing probably had. It was just annoying her now.

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Her emerald gaze was locked on the item as it laid there, shining with all its redness and old prettiness, in the green grass. Oh it should leave her alone, growing so much older so swiftly as she were. She did not appreciate these things, did not think they mattered. To dress up. To add things to your character so people would find you more attractive. It seemed as if someone had had a whole bucket of stupidity thrown at them in some stage of their life, and never even begun to understand the silliness of that game. In reality, the femme was simply bitter, feeling unattractive and unwanted in general, in addition to several other issues she was uncertain how to handle. Every day she prayed (to whom, it was unknown) for conception, but it seemed the winds of fate never blew her way. The brooch suddenly became everything she wished to be, and at that she abruptly turned her head in disgust, with no wish to acknowledge any such feeling in herself.


For a moment she looked at nothing, but as her eyes focused and the scenery unfolded itself anew before her, she saw a white form moving slowly past her in the distance. The person wasn't that far away, but it was clear that he (because that's what he was, a male) had been able to see her, yet had chosen to move around and away from her - with no confrontation. They were both on unclaimed ground, but at his action she felt a renewed wave of rejection from the world, and then she was deeply indignant. Why - this male was an arrogant prick of some sort, and as she intended to do something about that (simply with conversation, of course), the femme climbed down from her boulder and approached the male. However, upon reaching a better distance, she noticed some few features that were strange - and then the smell hit her. He was from inferni. He was to blame for all her misery. All of them. They were all responsible. They had let Asphyxia among their ranks, they had aided her, and they had let her reproduce. But Mew Sadira had suffered at her fangs an enormous loss - and nobody cared. Nobody offered it a single thought. Well, this one would. Hey! Inferni boy! The clan name was almost spat out of her mouth, reeking of contempt and hatred. Her pose was arrogant and alert, but not yet outright aggressive. Her words would suffice for some time. The clawing would be later, and it would be good. So good.

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The similarities between them were striking, in some ways. The two who now played the prelude to a possible fight and stood bristling in each other's presence were both clearly of Arctic blood - no other species had that particular pelt. Then there were the eyes. Mew's own flaring green met another pair of vividly colored ones, and though she did not show it, she marveled for a moment at these orbs. She'd never seen anything like it. His reaction to her approach was what she had expected, and her furs lifted themselves on their own accord - but not fully. It was a small growth in her size, and she was small for a full-grown arctic wolf. The boy in front of her (he was much, much younger than herself)acted as if he thought he could handle this, but he did not know the hatred she carried.


Her own mouth wrinkled and mirrored his own, as her tone calmed a little and she spoke more casually now, attempting to taunt the boy into telling her something - anything - about the clan he obviously was a member of. Was Asphyxia still among them? If she were, she had been good at hiding, possibly knowing very well that one foot close enough to Dahlia de Mai would be her death. Her voice was thick with arrogance, but now not as loathing as it had been before. The boy would be of no use if she simply killed him. No, if he had imformation she wanted, he could go, perhaps even without getting scarred for life. Time would show. Oh, a number of things. What makes Inferni accept someone like you? You are surely more than just part wolf? She'd been around for long enough. She knew what Inferni was about.

It seemed her calming down had calmed the boy also, as he replied coolly and unfriendly, but not outright aggressively. Mew found humor in his statement, and gave a short laugh, the sounds trilling from her throat - small, pretty sounds. Her laugh sounded out of place compared to the less than friendly situation they were in. Inferni has standards? That's news to me. Her eye twinkled with humor and amusement at this statement, and a smile was running across her face for a short period of time before it disappeared again. I'm amazed that being part arctic like myself meets that then, given our.. reputation. Mew had calmed fully, now, attempting to lead the conversation somewhere where juicy details might reach her ears. The femme was not stupid enough to seek the pack who at least in the past wanted her - specifically - dead, and she was quite certain that some would settle for Haku's beloved sister instead of Haku himself, should the opportunity arise. No, it was better to stay safe, although that didn't mean she wasn't curios. The wish to crush them would never go away, and to fulfill it she needed information. So, so much information.

Terribly sorry for the long wait - net problems :/ Also sorry for the crappiness here, takes me a while to get into posting again, usually.
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Her face changed in a brief moment at his first sentence. What, she came to him with aggression? True, in this case, although Inferni in general came at the world with aggression. What a silly remark to make, as if his clan were peace-lovers. Mew had been a peace-lover once, but the flock of coyote scum had ruined that illusion for her forever. Among other things. A mock smile crept up in the side of her mouth. It lingered for a moment as she gave his sentence some thought, but when she replied she was not as friendly as the smile could have been. Her voice was rough as she spoke, but not as laden with contempt as before. Truth be told she'd hated these individuals for so long, she'd forgotten that they were exactly that. Individuals. Don't pretend that your clan is something it is not. All of you come at everyone with aggression - you can't deny that, with your pretty skull fence around your borders. She paused, studying his face for a moment, feeling as if there was something she ought to know about him. By allowing yourself to carry their scent and live among them, you also accept what they stand for. And more often than not, it is war. One eyebrow rose as she looked at him, questioning him. What made him any different than the others? Was he a rebel within the clan? She doubted it.

His voice sounded in his head again, and now the anger she carried around, every day, rose and fought to be released - her eyes widening in rage before she collected herself. He had done nothing to her, but Inferni had. Right now he was a representative of that clan, and he had better watch his step. Else she might prove to her brother once and for all that he was not the only one able to wreak havoc in their litter. Her voice was cold, as was her gaze, as she stared at him, blank-faced. You filth took my children. They'd sheltered a maniac cannibal among them. As if it was normal to run around in an alcohol haze and devour those of your own species. As if it was accepted. She had no faith in their judgement of personalities.

Dialogue fail, I' have word diarrhea.
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She kept silent at his remark, for in a way it was true. To him it was true, but the very existence of adult coyotes was an insult to the woman, and she'd gladly see the earth rid of all of them. Thus she had not gone at him for no reason - he was alive, it was good enough for her. He didn't deserve to be alive, and she was certain numerous members of her close family relations would agree with her on that. Still, she kept silent until he was done defending his clan. As if the wolves were the mean guys here, as if they were the ones who had always picked the fights. She studied him for a while before replying, sometimes glancing at those eyes. They were fascinating, and had they been set in a pure wolf face, she might have considered him handsome. You call me naïve? You are much too young to speak of such things, you haven't been alive for long enough to see enough of the world to have a say. I know the history of your clan, obviously you know only the edited version. He should know better than to call someone who was 3 years older than himself naïve - it simply proved himself to be so instead.


Her eyes was diverted to the horizon, not able to look at this person who claimed innocence. Mew Sadira had never murdered, and she did not believe in needless killing. Her lust for revenge was justified, and she would have it, one day. That didn't mean she would take a life for the sake of taking it, like some among the Inferni clan had done. And they raped, they kidnapped. They were filth. For a moment she ignored his inquiries - why should she give in to his lust for information, when he offered none in return? Then again the conversation was finally onto the track she had wanted in the first place, news on Asphyxia... Reluctantly, she replied coldly, still staring into the horizon. Your clan housed a family of drug-addicts, individuals who had been drawn to human temptations, and become addicted to them. One of them was a cannibal, and she came at me one day as I traveled past Inferni ground, wishing to devour me. The chase back to my packlands nearly took my life with all the blood loss, but my unborn pups did not make it. Pausing, she looked at the male again now, finding the courage to. What kind of clan can justify supporting such an individual? She was malicious to the bone, and everyone knew it. I was not her first victim, but your leadership did nothing to stop her. In a place where such behavior is accepted, I have no faith.

-giggle- And hey, Mew needs anger management, much? >_<
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As the male maintained his take on the world, by simply having decided that the wolves were the bad guys, Mew did not answer, annoyed. If he had already been brainwashed by their silly doctrines then it was too late, and nothing she would ever say could return sanity to this poor thing. He could stick to his ideas, but she knew they were wrong. Ironically, the idea he proclaimed was an indirect insult to her, although she was hardly aware of it. Fact was, however, that before her incident she had had nothing against the coyotes. She had thought them strange and she had known of their hostile reputation, but nothing more than that. She would willingly have peacefully socialized with a coyote behaved in a friendly way. That part of her was dead now, and she could no longer recall having had such opinions. In her mind she thought she had never had an opinion at all before the -truth- became apparent to her, and now she was convinced: Coyotes were malicious by default.


He apologized, and it took her by surprise. In an instant she was all anger and fury, snarling at the male. How dare you?! My children's memory will not be spoiled by the sympathy of a pathetic hybrid. Her back was arched now, furs on end as she had an outright aggressive stance. She did not move, and she did not intend to attack, either. The stance was simply an involuntary expression of her anger, now directed at this coyote. Don't you come here and speak to me about family. The Sadira family has endured so much suffering by your clan's teeth, our bonds cannot compare to your make-believe clan-family ties. Don't you dare compare us! Arrogance and demand shone out of her vividly green eyes as she fumed at him, teeth bared. She would fight like a madwoman if he jumped at her, and she did not care if she died along with it.