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All things truly wicked start from Innocence




It was strange to think about the turn of events that made the Cartel expand and grow since all their time in Inferni. At it's core, the values of these coyotes were still the same, their distaste for the wolves in the world around them, but where there seemed to be a much more structured lifestyle to the way the clan worked, this was much more laid back. The group of coyotes still held some of their values for the Lord above, but there was always the smell of smoke in the air, they drank merrily, and now she had be introduced to Santiago's little games.

This was the kind of fun that was missing from Dahlia's life. Salsola seemed to suck everything out of her... out of everyone really from what she could see. The only ones that kept their sense of innocence and wonder were the pups. No doubt that once they became of age, they would see the cruel world they had been brought into.

The gray coyote sat along the outside of the Cartel's camp, green gaze focused on the path back towards her home. It was always so hard to leave this place, to make the journey that was leaving these coyotes behind. It was such a terrible feeling to have her heart torn in two places. It wasn't like this was a completely new feeling... just that they were enhanced now. When he sister was still around, it was a constant feeling of being torn between her own happiness and her sister's safety.

Now she felt torn again between her happiness and the pups that her sister left behind.

A soft sigh passed through her lips, resting her arms along her legs. When was this heartache going to end?

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It surprised her a great deal, how comfortable she was allowing herself to become in this place. Scared her even, if she was being honest. But then, how often was The Vicar ever honest? Nah, surprised was a more acceptable word for this unusual feeling, this long-forgotten sensation that she thought had been burned away with her family's ranch and half of her lovely face. Comfortable.


It stirred something almost amusing inside of her, not only because the concept was a foolish one, but because the very idea that she would feel comfortable amidst a mess of various canine species (despite the lack of trust she still held toward them, the Cartel coyotes were immensely more welcome than the other, more repugnant figures – like that wolf with the nosy weasel – that passed through town) in a land that buried everything beneath mounds of snow and kissed you to sleep every night with frosty lips was a ridiculous one. Had she the desire to share this thought with Santiago and Calhoun, she though they would agree.


But Evelyn Escuella was not the sharing type.


Pulling her tattered, moth-eaten blanket – the one she had managed to get from that old man in exchange for a vial of nothing – around her shoulders and holding it in place at her chest, her knuckles folding the fabric around them, Evelyn rose from the wagon and cast a glance at her brother with her fiery eye. "Only goin' about camp," she said by way of explanation, then turned away from him before she could catch the look on his face.


Whether Cal ever showed it or not, she always knew that he worried. They all did, about one another. She did, too, though she always did her best to show indifference. Still, Evelyn always doubted her ability to convince them of that. They knew each other too damn well, she thought, to not be able to read one another like a goddamn book.


Stepping over frozen crystals, her toes tingling with the touch of frost, The Vicar wandered until her singular warm eye fell upon the coyote sitting at the edge of camp. She narrowed her eyes, pausing. Had she seen this one before? Maybe, but not enough to suggest that she as of The Cartel. And she sure as horseshit wasn't of their own tight troupe. After hovering a moment longer, considering whether it was worth her precious time to strike up a conversation with an unknown woman, Evelyn continued toward her at a slow walk.


She was a coyote, after all.


"Got a look about you, girl," she said, her voice strong despite how dull and emotionless it sounded. "Ain't real bright, goin' about lookin' like that." Evelyn looked down at the younger woman without dipping her nose. "Folk are liable to take advantage of you."


Advice; though it was told through insults, it was advice all the same. And Evelyn found herself wondering what in the devil's name she was doing.


[WC — 504]


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All things truly wicked start from Innocence




Part of Dahlia wanted to believe that her own happiness should come above the family. After all, when she had been growing up, everyone had been so worried about her becoming like her father... only seeming to grow a bit stronger when she had take the man's life. She had no combat skills, but the perfect moment presented itself to her. All she had to do was sink her teeth into him and not let go until he was dead.

But on the same token... the only reason she had done that was to avenge what he had done to her own mother. Crucifix loved all of her children.. even the one she never wanted. Faith had always been there for her... and so it had been her duty to take care of her. Now the pups were living under the roof of a father that rarely was scolding them for something that they had every right to know about.

Their mother was gone, and if Eden wanted the truth, he should get it.

Green gaze moved up to the sound of someone pacing about in the camp, though the coyote's head turned only after it was growing closer and closer to her. When the one that came closer came into view, it was another female, hood and bandages covering most of her face. It reminded her of Jhiral from Inferni for the way he looked. The bandages over his body were iconic to him in a way.

A scoff seemed to exit her maw as she straightened up her own posture, "Anyone trying to take advantage of me better watch out. I'm not just some helpless female. I am just thinking about a lot of things, that's all." It wasn't a lie either. So much of what was keeping her in Salsola was this dilema.

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A scoff slipped between the younger woman's lips and Evelyn found herself hiding an agreeable smile. Hn, she thought without so much as a twitch to her blank expression, her mismatched eyes and terrible face still turned upon the girl neutrally. That's the way of it.


There were some women, she had come to realize, who preferred to pose as weaklings and simpletons and damsels in order to find protection or to get ahead in life. But what life was that? If it meant that someone else controlled it, or that they were somehow less than what they were worth or capable of, then that was no life at all so far as The Vicar was concerned. No female was less than a male, and nobody belonged to somebody else.


"No," the bandaged coyote replied, dipping her nose respectfully. "Ain't got that impression." Some folks expanded upon the truth and some folks flat-out lied, but Evelyn didn't think that this young woman was guilty of either. Evelyn stepped up beside her and, after a meaningful glance, lowered herself to a sit beside her. Close, but not enough to touch or to even feel the other woman's warmth.


Perhaps it was a kindred feeling that compelled her beside the stranger, for, unless the goal was to score a desirable trade, the Vicar was not normally a coyote to engage in small talk. But there was something about the woman that encouraged her to stay and to talk. Takes only a thought to cause action," she said conversationally, thinking about her father and of the wolves who had razed his farm to the ground. "You got thoughts itchin' for action? Or are you only thinkin'?" She said this last word as thought it left a bad taste in her mouth.


Because there was thinking and there was thinking – daydreams or plots; reminisces or plans; musings or intentions.


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All things truly wicked start from Innocence




It was sometimes hard to tell what the others around her truly thought of her. While being in a place like Salsola, some were easy to spot, as it was clear many of them didn't like the idea of there being Inferni blood mixed in their ranks... but there were others who were more subtle about it. Till, though clearly holding the same stance as others in the kingdom, did a better job of hiding it behind his plastered smile.

At least in a place like this, she could be much more open with the coyotes. There was no good she had to say about where she was staying except for the children she had helped to watch over... and no doubt anyone else here would agree with her on that front. There was not too much worry over saying the wrong thing.

The gray coyote gave a small shrug on the matter, watching the bandaged woman take a seat down next to her. One eyebrow did raise as to why she was staying, but there was nothing wrong with the gesture.

It rose a bit higher to what the woman was asking her about. Were her thoughts on action? Well... in some manner they were, but it was more a matter of when to take action as opposed to doing the action itself. To this, Dahlia gave another shrug to the situation, "Just thinking mostly. Been doing a lot of thinking on a rather stupid decision my sister made that has me caught in the middle. Isn't much that can be done about it besides thinking about it."

There really were only two options. Stay in Salsola and continue to sneak away to the Cartel, or leave right now and let the pups just be raised by their father and his partner. Again... when.

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Evelyn listened, stone-faced and silent. She understood the importance of thought without action, but she also recognized inertia when she saw it. Or, she thought she did. Whether or not that was what she was seeing here, though, the fire-kissed coyote could not be certain. But, with nothing to lose, she took a chance: "There's always somethin' more can be done," she countered dully, her tone neither meek nor argumentative. The Vicar flicked her eyes pointedly at the younger woman. "Thinkin' alone don't make shit happen."


Breathing in the hatefully cold air, the waifish woman shifted her weight and bowed in on herself more snugly. "You got folk here you're friendly with?" she asked, less out of concern for the woman and more out of her own selfish curiosity. Was she with the ragamuffins from the Cartel? Or associated with some other rag-tag group from Searsport? Hell, for all Evelyn knew, she could be from one other nearby settlements, looking to trade with the miserable folk of a struggling port town.


Evelyn grunted. "Well, whether you go 'bout thinkin' or actin', best mind them wolves goin' 'round town." Rising abruptly, the scarred woman adjusted her articles of clothing and lifted her hood over her head. Whoever the hell the girl was, she was still a coyote. Looking down at the girl again, Evelyn dipped her nose. "Ain't none too friendly to folk like us." It was the closest thing to warm advice the woman could muster. Then, her shawl tight around her shoulders, The Vicar wandered away again with the same slow walk she had commanded when she first arrived.


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