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I am marking the thread mature just to be on the safe side. Injured Sepirah is returning home with Rémy Lebeau. Welcome to anyone to join in. / 464

Months ago, he had managed to lure her away from her home of Inferni. She had put her trust in her brother, and he betrayed her. He had taken her away from her home and forced her to stay with him. Even though he had taken care of her and her pet, he had a darker side to him. He had taken to beating her, likely for no reason other than he felt like doing it. Despite the way he had treated her, she didn’t say much of it.

When she had finally had enough of his beatings and degrading words, she spoke against him. It was her biggest mistake. At that moment, he had attacked her, even resorting to using the knife he had carried with her. He left her in quite a mess. He seemed to have grown bored with her and left her out in the cold. The dark jackal had managed to get herself free and pull herself away from the horror of her brother’s act. Her pet had come to join her. She was at least glad to have him. Her body was sore and there were numerous deep cuts over her body and face. She looked down and watched as the blood seep from her cuts and stain the snow, turning it red. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain.

It wasn’t long before the princess soon caught the scent of home in her nose. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but she knew it had been a good amount. When she opened her eyes, she noticed there was another male there, but this one was orange and black. He kind of looked like Colt, but not exactly. He sounded so charming. She was glad he had come across her when he did. He gave her his name, Rémy Lebeau. She had mentioned he smelled of Inferni, and was more than glad to hear that the pack was his home as well. How she longed to return there and to her true home. With the male’s help, she got back on her feet and the pair began to make their way back to Inferni.

Sepirah could smell the scent of her home coming closer and closer as they walked. She could still feel some blood, but with the cold weather, much of the smaller cuts had stopped. It wasn’t like it was life threatening or anything. Her pet adder rested on her shoulders while its body was wrapped around her neck. It was the best way for him to get around with her. She gave a glance up and pointed in the direction of the mansion. She had her own room there, and longed to return, just to lay on her bed again.


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Dusk Rephaim

A gentle breeze caressed the coyote's face and stirred his whiskers. His eyes were closed as he rested against a tree trunk, but his ears twitched around him at every sound. A shapeless hunk of wood sat on his lap, and a dull deerbone knife was grasped loosely in his blistered hand. It seemed so long since he had some time to relax. Since he joined Inferni four months ago, he had been constantly on the move; hunting, establishing a den in the Caverns, practicing with his slingshot. The coyote sighed, and his breath was visible in the chill northern air. The leather slingshot was nearly worn out, and he'd have to make another soon. Dusk opened his eyes groggily, and gazed glumly upon the wooden chunk in his lap. He should have been working on the leather instead of carving this....thing. Priorities.

Tossing the carving piece carelessly into a bush, he rose stiffly, yawned widely and stretched. He was in the middle of scratching pine needles off his ass when he caught a strange scent. Dusk rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his wrist and kicked dirt over the deerbone knife. Stifling a second yawn, he trotted toward the source of the foreign smell.

“'Lo there, I'm Dusk Rephaim. This is Inferni territory, what business might you have here?” He spoke briskly, appraising the two canines with his gleaming golden eyes. The male looked coyote enough, and even smelled faintly of Inferni too. The female, though....Dusk couldn't tell quite what she was. She was lithe and fine-boned, and her fur shone sleek and dark against her hide, much too thin for Nova Scotia's harsh winters. And wait....was that a snake?

Dusk eyed the reptile briefly and with vague distaste. Why anyone would want to affiliate with those slimy, savage creatures was beyond him, but he refused to hold that against the strange female, of all things. With any luck, he wouldn't have to deal with these two long, anyway. Greetings and intra-pack relations were typically for the leaders Vesper and Myrika, or other higher-ups.

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OOC sup bitches? / 326

Rémy didn’t have any trouble getting the young jackal back home. Even though her brother had taken her to the northern city, she had managed to get some distance on her own before she had to stop and rest. Her mind had been a mess since the ordeal. For once, she had her brother’s gentle side, and now he tossed her aside, as if he didn’t want her anymore. Was it because she spoke against him, or was there perhaps some other reason he had chosen to give up on her? Either way, she just wanted to return home so she wouldn’t freeze out here.

As the pair entered the pack lands, Rémy had caught the scent of someone coming towards them. It wasn’t long before they were greeted by another member of the pack. Too bad it wasn’t one of the leaders. They probably would have a better handle of the situation. Sepirah gazed up to the male as he casually introduced himself. As calm as he was, did he not smell the blood coming from her wounds as he came closer? Could he not sense the faint traces of her home on her skin? Well, then again now was not the time to worry about such matters. The princess shook her head, speaking lightly, ”Dusk… do not worry… we are Inferni…” She could feel the pain coming back.

Rémy continued to walk her towards the mansion, giving a glance back to the other male, ”I found this lovely lady up north. Brought her home so she can recover. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind giving us a hand?” It would be much easier if he helped and they would be able to at least bandage the wounds much quicker. Even if he decided to or not, the male walked the jackal, taking a small rest so she could try to release the pain. She shook her head, ”I am fine… Just wish to get in bed…”


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Dusk Rephaim

It was not until the dark female choked out an answer that Dusk realized he was sorely mistaken. Her posture was tense and pained; how did he not notice that? Dusk felt his face flush in humiliation, "Beg your pardon. The D'Neville Mansion is right this way; there're beds and medicines I'm sure you could use." But the reddish-hued male beside her seemed to know where they were going already. They walked right past him, the red Luperci giving a brief half-explanation before he had to pause again for the wounded female.

Dusk could barely look at them, he was so angry with himself. Ever since the unfortunate run-in with that lean, mean Casa de Cavaleri coyote (though he was pretty wolfish, the way he threw himself around), he had been completely out of sorts. The long, thin scab on his leg, scarcely visible though his winter coat, tingled unpleasantly at the memory. Sure, it was his first real life-or-death fight, but it couldn't have shaken him that badly, could it? Dusk hesitated for an uncomfortable second, teetering light as new snow on his small grey paws, and burst to catch up with them until he was shoulder to shoulder with the bleeding Optime.

"Yeah, I'll help." He glanced sideways at the her, gesturing to her right leg, "Try putting your arm around my shoulder. If it doesn't hurt too much, your friend and I can support each of your legs and make sort of a chair for you," Dusk peered over her hunched shoulder at the male, "If that's all right with you both."

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(SoSu:260) wheee


He had thought her dead, or at least half-dead, when he first found her. The pretty black thing was hurt and bad at that, like she had been attacked. Rémy had not pushed her too hard for answers, deciding that it was more prudent to see to her wounds before finding out what sort of murderous beast had been her doom. The fact she carried a snake told him more—she was one of those sort who carried death with them. If she had been a woman of faith he might have known which dark god to call on, but Rémy instead focused on the more obvious signs—named that she herself was a Lykoi and one who needed aid.

They were halfway across the borders when a gray coyote approached them. His ignorance immediately irritated Rémy, and the coy-dog had a mind to tell him off when the black female answered. He focused instead on aiding her, and the grayish man offered his assistance as well. Gradually, Rémy’s red eyes dimmed from their fever-bright pitch and he cocked his head, long hair spilling past his face, as he imagined the idea. “Mayhap dat work,” Rémy offered, and then nodded again and shifted his weight to allow Sephirah to put more weight on him, at least temporarily.

“I make you sometin dat help,” Rémy went on, eyeing the dark Lykoi. “Den we find the salope dat tink he live after dis,” he growled. There was true menace there— Rémy owed Inferni his loyalty and that extended, especially, to pretty girls.

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Thanks for joining us Mel :) / 314

Sepirah could remember when she first saw Rémy when he came up north. She had been sitting out in the snow, next to one of the crumbling building in St. John. It hadn’t been too long after her brother had attacked her and rejected her. So much for being his wife. Even still, she didn’t have the strength to remove the ring that had bound them together. She was thankful to have her friend there with her to help her through it. Even with the coy-dog coming, she was sure most of the members from Inferni were taken back by the idea of her pet. She had assured him that her snake was always docile unless he was provoked, so he had nothing to worry about.

It seemed now Dusk was grasping the situation that was happening in front of him. He had caught on to the fact that she was injured. He had offered to help them out by having her wrap her arm around his shoulder. She was sure that Rémy wouldn’t mind the break since he had been bringing her home all the way from up north. She nodded as she moved her arm over him, shifting her weight over towards his side. She shook her head to his offer of them carrying her legs, ”No… I can walk… we’re close to the mansion anyways…”

The three of them began to make the journey towards her home. Her golden gaze met the coy-dog’s as he mentioned he would make her something to help her before changing his tone to more of one filled with revenge. He wanted to go after her brother? A suddenly pang of sympathy came over her. Even though Machidael had done this to her, he was still her brother. She shook her head as she looked down, ”No… leave him… he’s probably long gone by now anyways…”


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Dusk kept his eyes on the ground, concentrating on keeping himself steady so he wouldn't jostle the injured canine into further pain. The salty, metallic scent of blood was thick on her, he know now. Perhaps it was the chill air that dulled his nose, or perhaps he was catching a cold, but the fact that he didn't immediately realize the stranger's status disturbed him. He heard a coyote with experience in doctoring had taken up Inferni colors; maybe he could speak to her.

Though his own thoughts busied his mind, he listened with half an ear to the newcomers beside him. He didn't know either of their names, and was about to ask when the female said something that struck him as odd. He frowned, his fiery eyes darting to her golden ones, and waited for a pause in the conversation. A dull glitter caught the corner of his vision, and a glance told him it was the snake, wide-eyed and practically invisible in its master's black fur. Dusk's frown became a grimace.

"Hold on, someone did this to you? Another Luperci?" he said, his voice low as if there were others around to hear. He couldn't tell the extent of her wounds because her coat was dark, matted with blood and dirt, but she seemed very weak. Her arm was warm around his neck, but it was steadily loosening its grip. Dusk admired her resolve to walk to the mansion, even as she leaned on him and her ruddy, broad-faced companion. He was neither wise nor cynical enough to think of her pride as foolishness.

He thought he sensed some hesitation, and his ears flicked back as he remembered his manners, "Ah, sorry, you don't have to tell me. Wrong of me to ask." The trees parted and he pointed with his free arm at the black iron fence ahead of them, rearing out of the snow like a dragon's spine. Here and there, shaggy horses wandered the property, nosing through the frosty ground for any tasty morsels below.
"Well, looks like we're here already. We can go through the rear gate; the hospital's right over there." Dusk looked at each of them in turn, "You both said you were from here, but I, uh...I didn't get your names."

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