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They left after seeing to their collective business – in O'Riley's case, this was forcing his own chores onto others (Igor and Grievous were unable to refuse his requests at this point, he felt) and establishing a timeline with Elphaba. He was anxious about leaving her alone, though did his best to hide it. Keenan had been instructed to watch the Boss as best he was able, a task made harder by the familiar which shadowed her as well.

It was beyond his control at this point. Salsola was far behind them. Without the presence of the coyotes to force the pair to take a more northern route, the distance of the Bay was covered with good time. O'Riley led on all fours while Kamari rode behind him and Jonesy brought up the rear. He was a good pack animal and, more importantly, another pair of eyes.

A bird would be useful, he thought to himself. Perhaps he could convince his mother to give him one, though he made a face at the thought of his other-mother asking him all sorts of annoying questions about what he was doing and how. She always felt the need to meddle into his business, as if she was trying to analyze it and figure his plans out before he could. Well, no matter. He could always send someone else to get it and avoid the hassle all together.

They stuck closer to the mountains, where the higher ground could offer more vision, and found a secluded place to make camp. It was relatively flat, near water, and with openings in the surrounding brush that afforded them a wide view of the surrounding land. O'Riley shifted from his Secui form to unburden his mule. He took time to look over Jonesy's hooves and legs. Once he was assured things were fine with the mule, he helped see to their supplies. They did not pack heavily, though had brought impliments to keep the worst of the uncertain weather from becoming too bothersome. Tonight, though cloudy, seemed pleasant enough.

O'Riley finally settled, though continued to peer into the darkness like an attentive watchdog. The relaxed behavior of other animals with them suggested there was little cause for concern.


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Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
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Optime | NPC: Cedar
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It had been a few months since she had last been sent on a mission outside of the Kingdom, so, needless to say, when the Erilaz had sought her out, she had been interested. When he had spoken of their heading though, the Emissary had been eager to get things started. It had been nearly a year since their last mission to the area, and, older and with more experience under her belt, Kamari was much more confident in the role she now played within the Kigndom. She had begun preparations immediately, had sorted her bags, checked over Cedar, and had spoken with those that she felt needed to be privy to her absence from the Kingdom.


Velimir’s indoctrination had been going along smoothly, as it seemed that her father had already explained quite a bit to the foreigner in their time in Portland together. Slowly, he was earning Kamari’s trust in him too. Still very much a stranger to her though, there were many things that she withheld from his eyes and ears. Kamari had left him to do as he pleased, though, was sure to put him in charge to receive her mule from her father, who was due any time now to return the once-stolen animal.


Of her new-husband, Krios, she had been more elaborate than simply telling him that she would be “gone” for an amount of time. She had given him the time estimate that O’Riley had given her, and had given a vague heading of their mission. While the Revlis was not as invested in the spy field as the Erilaz and she were, Kamari knew that she could trust Krios with what little information she had been willing to share with him about the mission. As the Kingdom’s elite scout, should anything happen to her or O’Riley, Krios would likely be called upon to find out where they had gone anyways.


And, besides, if anybody came asking for her, she was confident that he’d be able to spin a believable lie in her stead.


With things in order, she and O’Riley had set out, and Kamari had been proud to be riding her own mount this time rather than borrowing the Erilaz’s mule. The dark Eternity led the way, and Kamari did well to keep a look out from her taller position atop her horse as they moved across the land. They paused here and there to allow the two hoofed beasts and O’Riley a break, and Kamari busied herself with scouting and making notations of items of importance to be recorded for the Kingdom’s benefit for future ventures.


When they had finally set up camp for the evening, Kamari had volunteered to search for food, her smaller and more lithe form being able to leave less of a footprint of their presence in the area than O’Riley’s larger one. Besides, with the Erilaz effectively guarding the camp, only the foolish would venture close. The moon was out when the jackal hybrid returned, separating from the dark world much like the shadow that she was. She came with two rabbits in hand, one of them looking as if it might have been pregnant with how plump it was.


Rafiq,” she greeted in her mother’s tongue before switching to German as she handed him the larger rabbit, The area seems to be clear of Others. It was safer to speak in a language that was not common outside of the Kingdom, particularly, when they didn’t know who or what could be watching them. Though Kamari had not come across any predators of intelligence in her sweep before returning to the camp, she was not one to take chances.


Kamari made her way over to her pack, visually inspecting for her bow, quiver, and knives, before returning a hooded cloak to her shoulders to shield her from the slight chill of the autumn night on her short fur. With the form-distorting fabric wrapped around her, she settled down near O’Riley with her own rabbit, politely waiting for him to start eating first before she dug into hers.





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Kamari Kaiser
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The last time they had done this, there had been no purpose beyond his own – in that O'Riley, desperate to prove himself to his Oma, wanted his skills acknowledged. They had been, but by then other wheels were turning.

He had surpassed his own expectations by working with Elphaba. She had seen the future, or so she might have claimed. Bit by bit, as they made sacrifices and forged alliances within their own camp, Salsola saw its new rulers settle into place. When they had first done this things had been more difficult, for they were young and to many eyes untested despite the war with Inferni.

O'Riley certainly had sacrificed more than enough. The scars on his body where dead-skin could be seen were reminders to him of all the dead left behind. He often thought of the coyotes in the cave. It was a coincidence that both men had died there, but this was all it was – the abandon mine's significance was important only to O'Riley, who had yet to return to that place despite an itch to do so. Repetition was the nature of minds like his own.

Things had certainly changed for Kamari. She might not have reflected it as clearly as others, but an observant eye (and one privileged to have known her before) might have seen it. O'Riley believed he did.

Out here, though, they were without the yoke of norms and the prying eyes which looked and looked for cause to destroy those above them.

Ambition made people monsters.

His dark ears twitched at the sound of her voice and the strange rolling language, though she corrected herself quickly. He nodded, believing her assessment, and took his meal without spoken thanks. The nature of their relationship did not require such things. Sharing vital supplies was expected. A rabbit would not go very far for someone his size, and indeed, he crunched more than a third of it into his mouth quickly.

When they had finished eating (or when he had, being so fast with his food), O'Riley sought water and went to relieve himself. He returned soon after, stretching his arms and flexing his fingers. They were sore from travel, but not unbearably so.

We need to look for someone while we're down there, he said abruptly, turning to his partner in the dark. A woman named Dove.


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Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
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NPC: Cedar
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Sorry for the wait >___<


In comparison to her larger comrade, Kamari consumed her meal much more slowly. She snapped the rabbit’s head from the rest of its body with a precision-made crunch of her cutting teeth. From there, she proceeded to pull the skin off in one sizeable chunk. It wasn’t perfect without her usual tools at her expenditure, but, it would pass well enough if they came across a nosy individual. It’d be easy to say she was a novice skinner. Individuals seemed to be more relaxed when around someone they thought was inferior to them.


With skin of the body separated from the rabbit, Kamari allowed herself to take small, petite bites at the exposed muscle. Fairly fresh, the meat was still warm as it went down her throat. The rabbit, she knew, wouldn’t be much for someone of O’Riley’s size, but, the warm, fresh kill was likely better than the dried meat they’d brought, and they’d spent less energy to obtain the rabbit than the two would have going after something larger in these parts. With any luck, it’d keep the edge of hunger off for now.


They ate in comfortable silence, and when O’Riley left, Kamari took over watch and finished hers off as well. She picked out a few bones that they might be able to use later to maintain the ruse of travelers. Of the rest, she dug a hole and buried whatever uneaten scraps remained so as to not draw unwanted company during the dark hours of the night. If O’Riley was still hungry and wanted to use them to lure an unsuspecting, easy meal though, he could always unbury them later.


Kamari had been in the midst of licking the fur on her hands clean of any blood when the Erilaz spoke. Her large ears twitched as she realized it was more insight about this mission that he had asked her to accompany him on. “Oh? Anything special about this little bird?” She brushed whatever little remained on her fingers off onto her thighs. Her cornflower blue eyes looked up at her taller companion, giving him her undivided attention.





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Kamari Kaiser
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For a few long moments, O'Riley debated in silence what to tell her.

A part of him respected a need for privacy. Something like this was terribly close to the heart. A family had been destroyed because of it, and the safety of one of the pack's pillars threatened. Weakened, he would dare to say. After facing one superior after another, after raising his blade to a Queen, O'Riley could not longer act subservient to anyone but an equal.

The realm of faith and magic were still very real, very powerful things in his mind. If ghosts and spirits were real, then gods had to be real – and if gods were real, and faith and sacrifice gave them power, than those who spoke to and on behalf of such powers surely had their own. Beyond that, the Crone had long been a figure of respect in O'Riley's youth and upbringing, and further reinforced by their familial connection.

He had yet to realize what the Helsi women thought in secret about his identity, and what they sometimes whispered might be reason for his rise to power alongside a witch.

Later, he decided. If they found the woman, they would make her talk.

She has information, he offered vaguely. I need to hear it from her. She's a coyote, O'Riley added, and glanced towards the mountain. Not every coyote belonged to Inferni, but this one had.

The expression that emerged on his face was very self-satisfied, as if the thought of their long-ally-turned-enemy was somehow pleasing. There was less sign that he felt any shame from this, or that he had noticed the betrayal in his display. He had learned plenty from the war, and all that had come with it.

She might not be alone. I don't know much else about her, he admitted. Aside from that, we might as well see what else we can find out. I'd like to see the end of the sea-crossing. It still sounded impossible that the ocean might be cut off, but Kamari and multiple sources had confirmed the presence of the land bridge.


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Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
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He didn’t speak at first, perhaps considering what all he should say or reveal about this target of theirs. Interesting she observed, her sharp gaze not leaving her taller, darker companion as she patiently awaited his answer, whatever it may be. His reluctance to speak immediately hinted that their quarry would not be any ordinary Luperci.


What does this woman have that O’Riley wants? Kamari wondered. Was this a personal mission? To O’Riley himself? To someone else? Or was it something that would effect the Kingdom as a whole?


Finally, he spoke. While it was rather vague, the woman’s species stuck out to Kamari. She followed his gaze towards the mountain chain that loomed high in the night sky. A coyote? Perhaps it had been coincidence, his gaze, perhaps it had been a hint of what he could not say, or maybe a mere slip of thought. The last known location of Inferni—before it had been ripped apart—had been beyond the Halcyon Mountains.


Was this Dove woman tied with them? If such were the case, what importance would it have now that the Clan was disbanded? Had it something to do with the war of the previous year? Or was O’Riley…personally involved with this one?


The pleased look that snaked out onto his features in the pale moonlight only made her more curious as to what importance this coyote would have if they found her.


Continued, he did, and it became apparent that this mission was likely not something from O’Riley’s personal book of vendettas, but, rather, someone else’s. He wanted to learn something specifically from this woman’s own account, yet…he knew little about her.


“We’re a long way from home for having so little information,” she commented softly. Her words were not meant to cast doubt on O’Riley, more, they were a mere observation on her part. Kamari’s eyes narrowed as she looked out into the woods, an ear twitching as she heard something small—probably a mouse or rat—shifting in the underbrush nearby.


Who would benefit from the information they brought back?


“Is this possible company something I should keep a knife ready for?” A coyote woman in the Court was hardly alone, though, the specific mention of another had Kamari curious if this additional presence would make this venture…tense. Kamari would have preferred to be aware of any danger she might be putting herself into for something she knew so little about. As much as she wanted to pry for more information, she had a feeling that the Erilaz would not yield much else until they had found this woman.


She shifted her weight, pulling her cloak closer around her neck as a chilly breeze flitted through the area. “The Others live close, we might harass them a little,” she suggested with a teeth-filled smile, “The bridge, though, is quite a ways east from either location.” Of either Casa di Cavalieri or the Court, Kamari meant to say without naming them outright.





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Kamari Kaiser
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A muscle tightened his jaw briefly. It was a subtle expression, but one she might have missed for looking away.

If it were anyone else, O'Riley would certainly have said more. He valued Kamari's loyalty in a way that set her apart from others in his Family. Ambition had been something he had seen in her and aided, and she had rose quickly despite her low beginnings.

When he had first taken an interest in Kamari Kaiser, it had been Grievous who bore the brunt of O'Riley's queries. Hassled endlessly, he told stories of an old war – of the God-warriors who came to make war for the sake of faith, or pride, or vengeance. O'Riley had yet to determine if one of these was more important. They seemed interconnected ideas. Grievous had shared plenty of spiteful words on these people, accusing them of incredibly terrible deeds. He had a right to, O'Riley supposed. It had been Grievous who nearly lost a brother and soon after his parents.

These losses and all the others felt distant.

Yet in these stories he had heard about what Kamari's father had done to earn his freedom. Over and over again he heard similar praise, and learned very little about the strange foreign woman who seemed a relic from an older era.

Kamari was superior to them because she was of this land. She was new, and fresh, and better. Oma's design was so simple it happened without anyone realizing it. Not even O'Riley, who had already found himself fixed on a destiny he could not bear to let anyone disrupt.

Deeply internalized as these thoughts were, his consciousness weighed more reasonable things like influence and respect. The Crone, more importantly, was almost as powerful as they were. It was a position he could not afford to lose favor of.

I don't think so. They all use bows, it seems like, O'Riley grumbled. Several of the scars visible on his body had come from suffering the wounds caused from such weapons. You've fought coyotes, you should know what to expect. You shouldn't need to fight her, anyway – unless she makes you, he affirmed.

Shifting his weight against the wind, O'Riley let his gaze grow half-lidded.

Well, let's see what we find. I'll be glad to hunt down there again, he showed his teeth. Food was a strong motivation for much of his existence, though it was the chase and kill he truly enjoyed.


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Bowmen? Greaaat. Her tall ears flattened against her hood. It was one thing to be nimble enough to dodge a swung blade or club, it was another to dodge a fast-moving, aerodynamic projectile. With any luck though, Kamari’s size would be to her advantage. And, hopefully, she or O’Riley would spot them long before an archer put them in their sights.


When he continued, Kamari couldn’t help but to let out a soft exhale, her lips twisting into a small, sardonic, teeth-filled smile. “Will fire make her behave then?” It was a jab at how quickly the coyotes had surrendered to the Kingdom after their home had been set alight. In another way though, it was a covert prod to confirm her suspicions that this woman was somehow tied to the Clan. A long shot, but, depending on how he reacted, it might give her a clue without having to ask him outright. After all, as the Emissary, it was in her nature and job to find out information…one way or another.


And, anything that might help her mission in dealing with the Court would have been helpful.


Their topic changed to that of the landbridge, and Kamari hummed to his reply. “Since we have these two—” She thumbed over her shoulder to Jonesy and Cedar. “—we can haul any of the byproducts.” As well, whatever was hunted down there would not effect the stock the Kingdom would have to choose and hunt from come the winter season.


Her gaze slid to look at the Erilaz out of the corner of her eye as she realized something. “I take it that we won’t have a bird with us for that part of the journey?” It would have meant that O’Riley had little intention to drag this coyote back to the Kingdom, and that their mission with finding her was solely to obtain information. Catch and release, or, perhaps, kill depending on whatever it was that she had that O’Riley wanted.


Kamari had no qualms either way. After all, this was a coyote.







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Kamari Kaiser
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Oma had let him choose those who had gone that night.

Each time he thought back on the the fire, he did so without empathy for those within the burning building. It had been his job to go out there and get them out. Inferni would not surrender otherwise, and Salvia was wounded. Already O'Riley and Elphaba had been scheming, already they had taken steps to bring her father to a deserved end.

The Pentiti had become a traitor the moment he looked beyond his vows. In his heart the infection had been made and from there spilled the dangerous threat of losing their secrets and their sense of order without containment.

It was easier to burn out an infection. It was methodical. It was simple.

O'Riley considered himself a servant of the Law, in his own self-centered way, and for this reason he understood the greater decisions those before him had made. Doing what he did now was a choice, and it was his choice, like all those other events had been. He was glad Kamari had come, for he liked her presence more and more each time they were alone.

I imagine so, he laughed with a low wuff, though the sound was peculiar for all his wolfishness. Too old was the blood which touched him, too dark and wild from the older magic places of the world.

His laughter eased, but the mirth remained on his dark face.

Maybe, he mused on the question of the strange woman's fate. Maybe not.


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