[P] never gonna change
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The band of shield faction members rode silently together, and Brocade would twitch his ears every once and awhile from his horse to silently assess their movements. Tonnerre lead the way, his thick body pressing through the wood, his feathered hooves crushing leaves and leaving deep imprints against the earth. There were other riders too – proud harsh-edged warriors and scouts who Brocade had summoned with a wolfish cry upon the word of the packs Conserje.

Brocade could hear his nephew bouncing enthusiastically through the underbrush, his maroon eyes wide with youthful wonder.

Symre had her hands wrapped around the pummel of Tonnerres saddle, her thick braids twisted up and out of her face as she peered into the din. Her eyes matched her twins, and together they would occasionally peer at one another, grinning eagerly at their new adventure. There were other members too – tall silent riders that sat stiff backed atop their steeds, the breaths of their horses punctuating their every move.

Helena had said that Inferni was gone.

Gone. Just like Etoile.

A spear bounced against his leg, and he grunted as Symre jostled against him – pointing with a childs finger towards the empty stretch of territory that rolled before them. There were skulls snapped and cracked along their route, and the girl gestured at them with a curled lip – her wolfish brow furrowed. ”What are those?” She whispered softly, lifting her head so that it jostled against the mans chin.

Brocade made a rumbling sound, halting his horse as he responded.

”This was Inferni." He clucked his tongue and spurred the horse forward, "Lets see if there is anything left."




I figure we can do a round and then have either Clover/Ves/Otilie show up and they can chase them like meanies :> I tried to leave it vague and I am ok with assumptions! Brocade could have discussed with your character in advance or they could have just responded to the call.


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Kaeli had once harboured a deep respect for the coyote Clan. She had found their fearsome reputation as well as their militaristic tendencies impressive. This opinion hadn’t faltered after the war for she thought of them as worthy opponents, but in the end they had fallen prey of their own prejudiced views and unwillingness to change.

Such thoughts awoke a bad feeling that clung to Kaeli’s nape as she rode alongside scouts and warriors, a sense of alarm similar to that inspired by an unseen threat. She herself would soon need to choose between change and oblivion, but at that very moment she had the task at hand to distract herself from the treacherous path that awaited her.

Atop her large stallion and decked in leather armour, bones and raven feathers she presented an imposing visage even amongst other great warriors. She followed Brocade’s lead without objection, eyeing the scarred male from time to time. He was held with great regard because of his prowess as a trained combatant; however the nature of his recent affairs with the star-kissed woman and the mystery of her subsequent disappearance had cast a veil of uncertainty around the man. She vouched not to meddle with whatever secrets he kept hidden. Whatever came to light didn’t seem important for her own selfish goals.

As they approached the abandoned borders of the once fierce Pack, the old Valkyrie reached for her sword’s pommel, loosening the weapon in its scabbard to be ready in case the former Infernians hadn’t yet left the area.

When Brocade broke the silence with his voice she answered with a nod and nudged her own steed forward to search and plunder what there was to be found.

OCC: Haroo <3
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Too large to ride a horse, with youthful and rotund weight, Seppo had fallen alongside the scouts on all fours, and his tongue had lolled comically out the side of his mouth while he galloped through brush, mindful of beating hooves around him as he hung close to his Uncle and sister upon his painted steed.

This was an adventure - farther than anything he could even consider familiar - all he knew was the Outpost, the Kingdom, his word was so small yet still so vast, that the mere concept of where Outsiders came from was utterly baffling. And if Symre wanted to see it, so did he.

He would not be left in the dust. Seppo would grasp every opprotunity presented to him.

He chattered idly up to Symre en route to this strange Inferni, and with the old reaching trunks of long-burned trees he conjured thoughts and visions of terrible, fiery-colored demons dancing through fields that once viciously licked the edges of Salsola's territory. His wide and curious, spiced-hue eyes drank in his surroundings while he ran, though his pace faltered and slowed when Symre pointed to the distance, and he saw them, too.

Grisly, and grinning, dog and wolf and hybrid and deer, eyeless sentries that dotted the landscape and stood on pikes, tied into fencelines, smiling out to them from the brambles. The scent of coyote was thin here, almost non-existent, but it was there nonetheless, and Seppo's eagerness was immediately sapped from him as he bristled out twice his impressive size. Stiff-legged, he picked up the pace as the horses had, and cast uncertain looks back towards other scouts that had so joined in their venture.

Do you think they might be hiding, still? he quietly mumbled up to the saddle of his Uncle, sparse between his breaths.

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Optime | NPC: Cedar
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Post-Inferni Disbandment.


Kamari’s scent is disguised with ash, wood smoke, and juniper.


A rumor started by the newly ranked Merchant Apprentice had been what had brought the group so far from the Thistle Kingdom. The news had been intriguing and enough to warrant a second look; particularly given the subject of the rumor itself and Salsola’s history it. Their traitorous ally, Inferni, was what that they sought. After waging a war against the Kingdom, word of mouth had had it that they had fled to hide in the far off lands beyond the Halcyon mountains. The Guardian had rallied the group, and they had departed from the Kingdom to confirm the information passed by Helena.


According to the Conserje’s word, the Clan had fallen.


Kamari had made the journey atop her stallion, Cedar. While he wasn't as big or as decorated as some of the draft or other larger-bred horses, the mustang made up for it with speed, endurance, and maneuverability. His quiet step and nature also made him ideal for moving about the foreign terrain as the Emissary wanted him to; mostly undetected, particularly when there was a much larger and louder group of moving individuals nearby. Cedar was built and trained perfectly for her needs.


The pair largely followed their own path, crisscrossing back over the one carved by Brocade’s mount only when necessary. They were of equal rank, and their last scouting sortie proved that she would not be a burden to his mission. Kamari scouted out the areas both ahead and on either flank of the traveling group. It was as much for her own benefit as it was for the group. Though she never strayed far, she was able to explore the unfamiliar lands, and collect as much information as she saw fit to keep tabs of.


She had her usual gear; her bow and hip quiver, as well as a knife strapped to the small of her back. Her attire of clothing consisted of largely dull or unremarkable coloring, something that would allow the Shadow to blend in more with her environment and atop her steed. Her pants were of a dark brown, and she wore a dull, short-sleeve tunic of a shade of green beneath an olive-colored, hooded cloak made of thin material. They may have been there to check out Inferni, but that didn’t mean the spy would let her guard down.


When the group reached the familiar, skull-clad border markers, it was clear that they had finally found the hiding place of the coyote clan. Kamari made mental note to notate the location later when they found the time for a break. While it would be of little use now that the Clan was supposedly gone, the Kaiser might be able to make use of it somehow during one of her missions outside of the Kingdom. At Brocade’s command, the group breached the old border marks to see what they could find.


Kamari steered Cedar so that he took a path that was somewhat removed from the group. It wouldn’t do to be all bunched up. If Helena’s source proved false, at the very least, if they were ambushed, perhaps Inferni wouldn’t get all of them at once. Not one to be caught unprepared, she reached for her bow and readied an arrow as the Salsolans moved deeper into Clan territory.







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“Do you think they might be hiding, still?

The voice had Otilie straightening suddenly, her lanky Secui form completely still as she realized there were trespassers (could they still be called that?) making their way across the open field. She had returned from her flight with an exhausted horse and a decision weighing on her – but something had told her that The Clan was not over, that there were others she could help. Vesper and Clover were still here, holed up in the great caverns that now lay mostly empty.

Otilie dropped to a crouch and tiptoed through the trees, narrowly avoiding a shrewd looking jackal who sat atop a large bay dun horse with a dark mane. She fled from the flat lands and settled herself atop a hillock, her feathered mane twitching in the breeze.

She made no sound, but found a vantage point from which she could survey the group – and wondered where it was that they had all come from. The wolfish man with the young girl seated in front of him looked stern, his leather armor flexing as he gestured with his arm out toward the deeper stretches of their territory.

The coyote had to keep correcting herself – she supposed it wasn’t their territory anymore.

They pressed on deeper still and she followed silently.



huehuehuehue


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Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.




Dahlia had been able to convince her sister to come out more, feeling just a bit better. Something she had tested seemed to have done a little to help, but her mind was still tossing around all the guilt she had felt. There was only so much she would be able to do until her older sister either broke down entirely from it, or found a means on her own of recovery. For now, it had been enough to have the two siblings in one another's company, and outside of the cave system was always a plus.

Usually their days now were spent practicing, hunting, or even just socializing. Sure Inferni proper might have disbanded, but there were still some members staying behind to live in the caves that had been the home of their territory. Vesper and Clover, long 'friends' of her family, at least in the dog's case for sure, and Otilie, a fairly newer member when Inferni was still a clan. They all had to stick together, and look out for one another.

The younger sibling's head moved up when she noticed the darker coyote in the distance, eyes fixated on something. What was it? The robed girl slowly got up as her sister moved slowly in the shadows, Dahlia resting low, her voice barely above a whisper, "Who the hell are they?"

They were on the move, and so was Otilie. Dahlia was quick to follow, keeping as quiet as she could while stuck in her optime form. Stalking around would be much easier in a form like the other coyote had. Head moved over to her darker sister, seeing the anxiety coming back. It wasn't fear of what these strangers were, but what they could do while they were here. Better to send her ahead so long as she wouldn't attract attention to her. Diverting away from the other, she whispered to her sister, "Carefully head back to the caves. Make sure Hope, Vesper, and Clover are alright. I'll stay here."

It was a bit of a funny thought, the younger sibling having taken charge... just as she had when Basillio left them. Following the younger ones orders, she split off from the group, carefully making her way back in the direction of the cave system, Dahlia returning to Otilie's side, awaiting any orders the other female might have for her, or following along in silence.

+400 words.

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They rode quietly with the occasional question from Symre – ”Where do you think they’ve gone? Do you think we will find one?” Brocade shushed her with a brusque tap to her head, ignoring the way she whined and crossed her arms defiantly. He had promised to bring her so long as she didn’t get in the way or district the other members of The Shield. Kaeli rode closeby, her dark face tilted into the breeze, the acidic sheen to her eyes causing her to stand out against the color of dying grass that surrounded them on all sides.

There was thick mud beneath the horses hooves, and as they went they were followed by the sucking sound of their feet, the squelching as the animals followed the path set out by their masters. Seppo stayed in the long grass, his thick body stamping down the reeds as he glanced up at his sister. They communicated silently, but Brocade ignored them – instead raising an arm to gesture out to where the plain rose in tiny hillocks and the mountains behind.

He was glad that Kamari joined them. The tiny Emissary wove to and fro upon her horse – checking to ensure that they were safe in all directions. Since their expedition to the abandoned Sapient Brocade found that he respected her and understood to some degree the motivation behind her climb through the ranks. She had been born in The Kingdom and had all of the cards stacked against her – and somehow here she was.

Brocade had been an Outsider once and had been through the same motions.

Sasola had claimed his blood. His heart. His mind.

It had claimed every part of him without him even realising it.

”Seppo stay close to the Confidant. We don’t know who may be staying behind.” Symre was squinting at a far off hill, but said nothing – instead glancing at Kaeli Blacksun who rode by with her sword.

”Kamari-“ Brocade nudged her and she coughed, ”-Emissary. What are you looking for?” She leaned forward in the saddle and twitched her ears curiously toward the Jackal, ”I can’t see anything.”

Brocade growled softly as smoke rose in the distance – a tiny wavering thing that was leeched away by the wind.

His voice was thin, ”Can someone tell my niece about the war.”



Thank you all for joining! Shy Otilie and Faith or watching from up on a hill - I figure we can start getting closer to the caverns before seeing them and then giving chase! Or if someone wants to find Otilies tracks we can start to follow them. I am alright with PP to keep things moving.


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The breeze brought many scents to the aged warrior’s nose. She inhaled greedily but there were just too many trails both old and new. Trying to judge the vacancy of the land by scent alone proved futile. Clearly the old border markers had faded but Kaeli doubted that all the Infernians had finished fleeing their old home. Their general dislike for change may have resulted in a couple of stragglers stubbornly sticking around. If they were to encounter one of these lingerers it would be up to Brocade to choose what to do next. For once the Blacksun matriarch didn’t feel the urge to instigate a battle. Lost souls made for poor game, she didn’t feel like spilling innocent’s blood that day.

Her eyes wandered down to the youngsters that had chosen to follow the scouting party. Their presence disquieted her to a certain degree as they were big liabilities in her eyes. If conflict were to ensue, they would need to be protected, and if they befell any harm the blame would likely be placed on her shoulders. So she dutifully followed the Rask boy positioning herself between him and the surrounding woods where her lumbering form would block his visage from prying eyes. She would offer a much bigger target and a terrible choice for whoever dared shoot at her and fail.

She became more apprehensive as the dark-pelted girl and Brocade continued their verbal exchange. The deeper they ventured into the once-claimed lands the more she felt like their party was being watched. She didn’t know for sure but the tingling in her nape and the confidence in her instincts had her tensing up in her saddle with her eyes frantically scanning the bushes for signs of movement.

The mention of the war caught her attention and for a split second she turned to look at the talking pair. She quickly averted her eyes and continued to scrutinize the treeline. It wasn’t her place to speak about the war when she had been miles away during its occurrence. Let another speak of the horrors and the eventual victory the Kingdom had earned with steel and fire.
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Spiced eyes were suddenly, dreadfully, serious, round like saucers for the fear he would not admit to possessing at the insinuation of the presence of savages. His nose stopped working. Seppo instead, did as he was bid by his uncle, and lurked in the shadow of the Confidant, mindful of hooves, and of distant wisps that carried on the winds. A hush fell over the company, and Seppo was not immune. Symre eagerly prattled on, and quickly, he passed his eyes, uncertain and prying, up to her, before focusing on the trail ahead of them.

For a moment, a beat, no one answered his uncle.

Seppo breached the uneasy silence.

There was a war? he started, small, despite his large size, and he looked among the gathered Salsolans that crept into abandoned land. In his lapse of attention, the boy stumbled over something that clattered underfoot with a tiny oof, and he looked to the shape of a skull beneath foot, scrappy with bits of tendon and hide that still clung, and made him cringe as he quickened his pace to put distance between himself and the grisly coyote trophy, tail tucking tight up under him and to his round belly. Triangle ears folded on his head.

He hadn't known the meaning of war, of loss.

After all, he was young, he was far off at the time; there wasn't war at the Outpost.

Are coyotes not okay, then? he asked, oblivious and innocent enough.

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NPC: Cedar
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The Bambinos were not trained for a scouting mission, nor seemed to understand the importance of keeping one’s voice low. There were better ways to teach and introduce such things to someone as green as they were, though, it was not Kamari’s place to tell Brocade how to raise his sister’s children. Everyone had to learn somehow, and, she hoped at least, if the mission turned out to be more serious than they had expected, Brocade would call for a retreat until a later time.


Kamari had been scrutinizing the land when the Guardian made a command of his nephew, pairing him off with Kaeli. Something moving in the distant tree line caused the Emissary’s sharp eyes to narrow and linger. The movement had been out of the corner of her eye though, and when a figure could not be made nor further action seen, Kamari was forced to abandon her scrutinizing stare as Symre addressed her by her name.


Brocade quickly corrected the girl though. While the Kaiser was more relaxed than most about being addressed by her rank by others, it was good practice for the girl to not be so comfortable. There were others within the pack that would soundly scold Symre for speaking so casually with her superior. “A shadow, a tree limb shifting back into place, a flash of color, anything that might indicate that a potential threat is nearby,” she answered in a low voice, hoping it might instill into the girl to not be so loud as they advanced into ex-Clan territory.


She made to steer Cedar off again, intent to confirm that the movement that she had seen had been little more than a lesser creature moving about the area. However, she was stopped by Brocade’s irritated voice, and then Seppo’s follow-up questions. Cornflower blue eyes shifted to Kaeli, but it seemed that the seasoned fighter would not speak on the matter. Kamari cast a longing look back to the distant tree line before letting out a long sigh.


If Brocade and Kaeli would not speak on it, the only other would have been her.


The Emissary brought Cedar a bit closer so that the two Bambinos could hear her without having to raise her voice too much. “The Clan was once our ally, one of the few that we allowed to know who we were rather than by the masks that we often take. The winter before I was born, we fought alongside them against an old, vengeful enemy.”


They needed to understand the betrayal that came with the autumn war.


“About this time last year, they turned against us though. Their leader went after the Shield Apprentice, Krios Revlis, in an unprovoked attack. From there, there were skirmishes back and forth, sometimes at our borders, but most within Drifter Bay. They attacked one of our caravans coming back from Portland, and took some Salsolans prisoner, among them, the Crone’s child, Ask, whom they killed. Eventually, they tried to lead a full-scale assault upon us.”


Salsola had, of course, attacked the coyotes at their own borders and killed within them. However, it was something to be assumed, or, at least, to her mind, it was. Her cornflower blue eyes continued to watch the passing scenery.


“They failed, of course, and the Regent, Salvia, severely injured their leader. To stop any further, bold actions and to put a final end to the drawn-out war though, a surprise assault was made upon the Clan during the night, and they surrendered to us soon after. Instead of annihilating them, the Regent let them live, and they ran and fled beyond the mountains,” she let out another sigh, “and now we’re here.”


It was obvious which of the two of them were the stronger sort what now with the Clan’s supposed disbandment.


“Not all coyotes are bad—” They had plenty within the Kingdom that were “okay.” “—but I would caution against trusting the word of an Infernian,” she added, showing a bit of teeth.


With that, she shifted Cedar’s reins, directing him suddenly to make a U-turn. She had lingered for far too long. She needed to make another sweep, particularly when there had been smoke rising up ahead. It was the sign of a campfire. They had been moving close to an encampment, and that meant that there were surely Others lingering about. Kamari wanted to be sure that the group wasn’t walking into a trap, so, she spurred her stallion off into the neighboring wood line.






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Otilie watched them with a snarl caught up between her teeth. It was a long and silent thing, for she was too frightened to make a sound. The Salsolan delegation (though she did not know that this was what they were) appeared to be proud and healthy creatures. They were muscular and tall, with glossy coats and a healthy shine that said that they came from somewhere prosperous.

Their horses tossed their heads proudly, nostrils flaring, and Otilie crouched even deeper into the grass, her pale eyes narrowed with concern.

She flinched with surprise when another coyote appeared at her shoulder, and she clicked her teeth – chattering them nervously as she considered their options. When she finally spoke it was in the quietest of whispers, ”I don’t know who they are.” She huffed softly, flexing her paws against the dry earth that rippled before them, ”But they are too close.”

Otilie flicked her tail, ”I will lead them away. If they find others...” She wasn't sure what it was that told her that if they found them they would run them down - pierce them with their spears and shoot them with their arrows. She nudged Dahlia, "Go back."

She huffed, "Or come with me."

She turned quietly, setting her feet with perfect purpose as she descended the hillock. Otilie knew that she could not outrun the horses, but that she would be able to make it to the treeline if she ran fast and true.

She hesitated for a moment - watching as the horses turned their heads and the men and women talked with furrowed brows. She set her feet, and then with a start threw back her head and released a reeling yipping cry that bounced and echoed through the grass.

And then she ran.


Otilie is going to lead the group away from the Caverns! She will be running straight towards a copse of trees where she is hoping the horses can't go. Also ok with PP! I have no problem with her being shot at/suffering a minor injury. Shy


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He had survived many wars, but there was something about explaining it to his niece and nephew that blockaded his memory. There were flashes of memory, great arcing rivulets of blood and gore – the stench of death heavy on the air. War made him think of his past, of the star-spun woman he had loved all that time ago and the flame-haired man that had lead them. He wasn’t sure how to introduce them to such violence.

There were some in their delegation that did not see the value of having the children amongst them for the journey, but Brocade Valentine saw this as an opportunity for the members of The Shield faction to band together and protect something precious should the need arise.

He had weighed the options and had decided that the vacant Inferni land would prove a simple task – and here Seppo and Symre could learn to observe. Though it would appear that they had not learned how to observe and do so silently.

Symre drummed her hands on the pummel of Tonnerres saddle, and finally allowed her voice to rise in a demure whisper when he cuffed her for being too loud. ”The war was here? With Coyotes?” She was staring at Kamari awe-struck, the mulled-wine of her eyes wide with feeling as she realized that they now paced across a piece of Salsolan history.

Brocade was transported as Kamari recounted their story – he could see Elphaba standing on the crooked porch of the Clans mansion, her arms raised to the flames which curled around the ancient beams. He had pulled her away as the heat flared and bucked like a wild horse, and somehow, they had been able to disappear unscathed. Kamari had been there with The Erilaz – and it had marked a turn in the war.

A war that they had eventually won.

Symre wanted to tell the Jackal that she was good at telling stories – that she would like to have her tell her other tales of the Kingdom that she now called her home – but the small woman kicked her horse and made another loop around them, wandering into the treeline as her horse flicked his rosy tail.

Brocade flared his nostrils and watched her go before checking over the others. Kaeli was still silent, but her dark face was thoughtful and at attention as they moved onward through the long grass.
The smoke was disconcerting, and Brocade checked its place in the sky every few minutes with a stern expression, his tattered ears twitching. There were discarded skulls littering the hillock, their wide gaping eye-sockets empty and bereft of emotion. A clan had fallen here, and Brocade paused his horse to inspect the fallen.

Had he been a man of magick – a man who believed in such things – he would have wondered at the ghosts that wandered this desecrated land.

Symre thought of this instead, tugging thoughtfully on the length of one of her dark braids.

Tonnerre kicked a back foot when another horse got too close, and Brocade growled softly – kicking his heels into his flanks so that they trotted at a faster pace.

The sudden cry that cracked and sand across the grass had the horse stamping his feathered feet, and instantly Brocades body was stiff as he spun the animal – eyes narrowed at the grass which showed a creature streaking valiantly through it. ”There!” He shouted, and Symre ducked against him, her eyes wide with wonder as the coyote continued its keening call.

For a long moment he stayed still, listening for other calls or for the trailing smoke to wane.

Tonnerre reared and then took off, pounding the earth beneath his hooves as the Salsolans took up the chase.


Otilie is on the run! Brocade is a meanie butt and is chasing her, but feel free to powerplay her running in front of the horses or shooting at her with your weapons! We could capture her for information before setting her free, or let her get to the treeline. :> Please let Salena post next - I messed up the post order. xD


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Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.




Dahlia didn't like the looks of it. All five of them with horses. These lands were no longer claimed, and it seemed from the looks of things that this group knew that, otherwise they wouldn't have stepped in so dangerously. It seemed that not even the woman at her side knew who this group belonged to, and with the distance, it was a bit hard to hear whatever conversation they were having amongst themselves. Ears pulled tightly back to Otilie's comment, "I agree. I don't have a good feeling about any of them."

Faith's own eyes had peered at the group from her spot, but none of them were recognizable. She had been at the front of the war, and bore the scars along her chest of the giant man that attacked her, but none of these figures had been on the battlefield with her.

The younger sibling was firm in her own plan. Since Izual's demise, she had grown more confident in handling danger, while her older sibling had drifted solely away from it. Like every other adult in the clan, it seemed they were keen on handling things themselves, always pushing Dahlia away when she wanted to assist. Green eyes narrowed on the darker coyote, voice in a quiet, yet frustrated whisper, "There's five of them out there and you want to lead -all- of them away by yourself? Are you really that stupid?"

There was power in numbers, and might as well use it to their advantage...

Or not.

Once the darker sibling had taken off to make sure the caves dwellers were safe, Otilie had sprung into a run, taking off to carry out her idea of a plan except without the plan. A soft curse whispered under the younger one's breath, watching as the gray male in the front had taken notice of the coyote, beginning to give chase. This was bad. In her current form, there was no way she was going to be able to catch up to her or have enough power to do any kind of damage.

Hands planted along the ground, a more natural form beginning to take it's place, though the much bulkier secui form had been chosen for this. This should still be able to work. Eyes followed the path of the woman that had ran, sure that once her own shift was over, she would follow in with the chase.

Faith had made quick time to their homes considering her own form. With the other two taking care of the strangers, there was time for her to make it here without being noticed. One sweep of the entrances and the scents showed that they had not been here yet. So at least for now... everyone staying behind was safe.

Staff in hand, now it was time to return and make sure the other two were alright. Dahlia and Hope were the only pieces of her family she had left now. What would she be if she lost them too? Dahlia might have grown more confident, but that didn't change the fact that she had little experience in combat. The sound of hooves racing off in the distance was enough to well up worry inside of her. She needed to move fast.

Thank you guys for letting me go first haha. Dahlia is currently in mid shift from optime to secui. Feel free to notice her if you want or chase Otilie. She'll catch up with Otilie in the next round. Faith is on her way back to the group. +500 words.

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Their scout took it upon herself to narrate the events that took place last year. Intrigued by Kamari’s version of the war tale, Kaeli listened in silence, her gaze wandering toward the jackal from time to time. She didn’t particularly agree with the censorship applied to the narration. War wasn’t a pretty thing, winners and losers faced the same horrors in the battlefield. They hadn’t just raided the coyotes, they had set fire to their home, fought them as some fled and others burned alive. To think about the scent of burning flesh brought a grimace to her lips.

As soon as the story was over the jackal took off to continue her self-imposed duties, leaving the youngsters to brood in silence once more. Kaeli turned away to hide the toothy smile that spread in her maw, she had begun to harbour a special fondness for the jackal after their past exchanges and scouting enterprises. In time she would be sure to introduce her to her own children, a powerful alliance may be born then.

Something caught her attention and brought her ears forward in full-alert. A feeling like electricity coursed down her spine, the uneasiness of being watched tightening the grip around her sword’s pommel. Suddenly a loud yapping cry broke the silence, causing their mounts to stomp and snort in distress as the riders sought the source of such a noise. A small creature darted from the bushes into the open, racing across the open at incredible speed. Instinct drove Kaeli forward, kicking her stallion’s flanks to join the pursue, but something held her back.

She looked toward the youngster on four legs and shouted in a commanding voice. ”Stay close, there may be others around!” With this she chased after Brocade’s trail, sword at the ready and adrenaline pumping energy into her system. She didn’t know what the Director would do if they caught their target, but the elder warrior felt a familiar bloodlust awaken within her, urging her to drive her blade into something alive.

OCC: I am sorry for the wait! Kaeli is going after Otilie with Brocade.
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000 Sorry for the delay, guys ;u; ilu

Those eyes like spice were transfixed on the jackal while she recounted tales that best suited fiction to reality, and he tripped up subtly on another rock with a slight huff before he picked back up to settle in pace alongside the dark Confidant's steed. Before he had half a thought to form more questions (more rose than were really answered), a yapping call split through the air and his blood ran frigid at the sound, attention drawn to the darkling coyote that blitzed across the feathering grasses.

The Salsolans streaked colors after it, and Seppo was no different, chasing quick along the horses with a renewed fervor that only adrenaline could so fuel. Was it fear, or was it excitement?

Yes'm! he raggedly answered to the dark woman with her venomous gaze, a knit to his brow as his coat bristled outward, hackles a solid ridge along his spine as that tail flagged high, flitting between thundering hooves and the bottle-brush tail that bobbed ahead of their party without so much as asking where they were heading, or if it could've potentially been some sort of ambush.

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NPC: Cedar
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Yikes! Didn’t realize it was my turn again, sorry! @____@ Kamari discovered Dahlia and fired at her while she’s shifting because she doesn’t play nice/fair xD Feel free to have it miss though, Salena! Kamari will basically be doing a drive-by.


To the girl’s question, Kamari shook her head. “Down in Drifter Bay. Perhaps if you ask your uncle kindly, he might take you to the burnt ashes of their home.” It wasn’t a far trek, Inferni’s old claim. It was less arduous than the journey they made up here beyond the Halcyon Mountain range, that was for sure. Brocade could make a whole day out of it, maybe even teach his niece how to ride a horse or something while he was at it.


She’d left the party to think and brood on the recanted tale of the war on their own, having other more important priorities to take care of. This was no place to be swapping war stories, not with them being in ex-Clan territory. Who knew how many of them might have lingered? Sapient had had stragglers, what was to stop the Infernians from having much of the same?


Cedar’s smaller form compared to Brocade and Kaeli’s larger mounts allowed him to maneuver much more easily through the woodland. While he could by no means gallop through the tree-ridden terrain, he could certainly pick up a quicker pace than a shambling walk. His hooves crunched quietly on the leaflitter, ears twisting and eyes watching the environment for a perceived threat. Kamari had taken up a similar stance, scrutinizing the wooded area for signs of Luperci activity.


A yapping, coyote-like call reached them, and Kamari cursed under her breath, drew her bow, and loaded it with an arrow. She knew it! There were some still in the area. She spurned her mustang forward, moving him parallel to the open terrain. She wouldn’t run back to her comrades, considering that the call might have been a way to distract her from discovering anything if they had seen her split off from the main group. When she felt she had ridden far enough to determine she wasn’t being led away, Kamari allowed Cedar to break the cover of the trees and into the open terrain once more.


Across the way, she could see Brocade and the others giving chase to a lone figure, and the Emissary’s lips curled at the sight. It could have been a diversion, should have been a diversion. One single coyote? Making a loud racket that would, surely, draw the group’s attention? Kamari’s eyes looked for the smoke trail in the sky.


With a growl and a sharp tug of Cedar’s reins, she bid the mustang to make an arching pursuit after her comrades. She couldn’t continue their original heading, not with Brocade and the others moving fast in a different direction. With her charted course though, at least Kamari would be able to make a sweep of the area before she met up with her companions again.


It was on this arching pursuit that she discovered another coyote looking to be in mid-shift. The Emissary slowed Cedar’s pace a bit so she could have a more balanced platform. Squeezing his sides with her thighs, she sat up in her saddle and took aim. She considered the speed at which her horse was traveling, as well as the angle and quickly-changing sight picture. When she’d lined up her shot, she fired at the young Luperci that her stallion was thundering towards.




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