Pittance falls

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POSTED: Wed Dec 14, 2016 7:18 pm

Recently, there has been talk of a slanderous canine outside the borders who is trying to instigate fights with any passing coyote who seems like they might be headed toward Inferni -- or just badmouths Inferni to other species. Confront her: drive her off, talk to her, fight her if you want. Protect your clan!



The end came swiftly

Patrolling the borders was something she did on a regular basis and nearly obsessively. After her escape with Vesper the night of Inferni's birthday, Devil's night, she had not really taken the chance to escape all that often from the borders. Her mind was focused, though ultimately, she was still unsure of what to think about her new precarious situation.

Blue eyes lavishly roamed the land before her, her nose upturned to the air as she padded forward on all fours. While she had taken the two legged form more often in recent weeks than she was used to, she still preferred doing things the way she was taught, the way she liked it.

The grass beneath her feet was wet, cold. Snow had dusted the land on more than occasion, leaving inches of the cold, damp white stuff scattered over the trees and ground. It was harder to pad through but she managed the only way she knew how, by pushing through it, despite the streaks of ash that were left behind in dark streaks and puddles against the white ground everywhere she turned. It had only been a few days since she'd heard talk and rumor of the wolf on the outskirts of Inferni.

She had not come across it's path on her own.

The talk said quite lividly that the canine itself was slanderous, bad mouthing the coyotes of Inferni without the slightest clue of what was really happening within the pack. She always had the urge to protect her home. It's reputation and duty bound her to the land like a chain and a leash. Quietly, she stalked forward, her nose getting too close to the snow at one point that it covered its very tip, leaving black dusted with white that she sneezed away only a few moments later.

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Anita "Fang" Espinoza


POSTED: Thu Dec 15, 2016 7:06 am

    Winter was a season of stark contrast. A weather borne of intensity that could only serve to provide nought but a struggle for those weak of will and of mind. It was the harsh time of year that appeared to be nature’s way of balancing out the growth and new life that could potentially be brought forth in the months that proceeded these many weeks of ice and sleet. It was a season that seemed to propagate the need for certain individuals to bring their own callous nature to the fore, without regard for consequence to themselves or others. Perhaps it was to their own folly of cause, or reckless abandonment of self-preservation that could lead only to their detriment. Then again, some might consider such an act merely something the proliferated action on the part of those daring enough to do so.

    The Blackwater son had found solace in the simplicity of routine. It had become almost a ritual for him to flicker along like a spectre, trailing laterally from the boundaries that marked Inferni lands. Still, the coyote mongrel managed to convey a sense of indifference every time he spied those weather-beaten skulls that etched a warning for those bold enough to encroach onto the territory. But some had seemingly been oblivious to the obvious warning, or had simply denied the existence out of spite. Cypher too had heard rumours of a canine that had rather taken it upon themselves to spew malice towards those they caught with the scent of Inferni of their fur – and the stoic warrior had felt a rising ire that someone might even be brazen enough to disparage against this group of coyotes and hybrids that had given him a home and a purpose.

    He had shifted to secui form, the thickening of fur around his nape providing some more warmth against the biting winter cold. Not for the first time, the hybrid found himself cursing his ancestry that somehow managed to contain a certain dog breed that had considerably shorter fur to that of their wilder canine relatives. The former mercenary shivered slightly before lowering his nose to the ground with a frown. Cypher had typically prided himself on his tracking ability, indeed it had proved to be a useful skill in the Guild who didn’t have much variance by way of gifts and abilities – excepting those necessary to their trade – but he was finding the sludge of snow hampering his capacity to discern certain tracks in the white powder.

    But the scent of Inferni remained true and so, the one of the groups newest members found himself trailing a fellow Infernian who before long came into view. Cypher was well aware his pelt stood out against the pale landscape like lightning in a storm and so he did nothing to conceal his approach. Instead offered a light bark to herald his arrival and to lessen the chance that perhaps the other canine might consider him to be a threat. The Blackwater son could not be sure that the scent of the pack had managed to seep well enough into his fur. Indeed, he had still kept a rather isolated presence from much of Inferni, taken up residence away from the Caverns and the old human residence that others of the group had claimed as their shelter. He could only hope that this decision would not prove to his detriment now, for all he wanted to do was his duty – and if he didn’t have to do it alone, it would help justify his decision for joining in the first place.

      Word Count: 599
      Form: Secui
      OOC: Sorry, I'm terrible with typing out an approach x|
what have i become, my sweetest friend

everyone i know, goes away in the end

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POSTED: Tue Jan 10, 2017 4:16 pm

The end came swiftly

The frost and snow made her nose cold, enough so that it didn't take long for her to pull away at her initial sneeze, a paw lifting to swipe gently against her snout with its pads to clear the white crystals from her face. She traipsed on, irregardless, letting her gaze settle onto the landscape before her, ears perked and listening so that she could listen for any sign that someone was approaching or that she was coming upon anyone else. The idea that anyone could enjoy their secui form was a foreign one to Fang. While she had always preferred her optime, she only really slipped to secui out of habit when she was getting ready to fight. To her, it was a war form, meant to be used when fighting and only when fighting.

Sort of like how optime, until recently, had been for duties inside the medical hut. It was only when she came upon Vesper that that simple idea had faded far into the background. Blue eyes observantly lifted at the sound of movement coming from behind her or to the side. She couldn't tell with the crunch of snow. Fortunately, the white of the landscape gave away the individual almost right away. He was a lot darker than she was, though she could tell by his scent that he'd been in Inferni for some time.

The scents clung to him like a second skin and no one could have entered into Inferni for any extended period of time without someone having noticed. She paused, shifting her weight from one paw to the next before she turned around fully in order to face the newcomer.

"If you're going to follow, you'll need to be quiet," she said with a curt nod of her head. After all, searching for the bad-mouther was priority She had no doubt that they'd come upon her. She was in the area she'd last been seen. Not that that meant anything at all.

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Anita "Fang" Espinoza


POSTED: Mon Jan 23, 2017 6:22 pm

    Cerulean gaze watched the woman with her pale coloured pelt. The Blackwater son had always felt slightly envious of those with lighter fur, especially during the winter. But the man had learned that his own dark colouring had its benefits, for whilst in the shadows, the former mercenary was almost completely camouflaged to the background. He recalled how in the Guild, he had been given night patrols and missions because of this reason. That particular night outside the village under siege, how clearly displayed the benefits of being able to melt into the darkness – and perhaps not just in a literal sense, but a metaphorical one as well. The man from Chesapeake Bay flicked an ear as the memories flooded his mind, and instead he tried to focus on the fact that the pair of them had a task to do – one that could inevitably lead to something all the more dangerous than simply looking for some nameless, faceless foe.

    Cypher gave a brief frown as the she-canine’s comments, a low grunt of mild amusement falling from his lips at the slight irony of her words. The man wasn’t typically one to break the silence on any occasion, so being told to be quiet was something of a rarity. Regardless, the ashen and ivory furred male offered a nod of assent and remained quiet until he was spoken to. Cypher would have usually given a simple, yet brief introduction – just his name usually sufficing – but until his fellow Infernian asked for it, the male would be content to follow the path they had taken. The Blackwater son shivered slightly against the light breeze, wishing not for the first time his dog heritage had at least lend him some thicker fur. Cypher could recall asking Hatham about it once, but his father had never spoken at great length about his line of the family. It meant that Cypher had rather large pieces of information missing then on both his paternal and maternal lines.

    With his paws crunching softly on the snow laden ground, the young man found his gaze searching avidly for any sign of the supposed slanderous canine. On the odd occasion, Cypher gave an aside glance to the she-canine he accompanied. He pondered what her story was, and if she minded being joined by a male she didn’t know. The former mercenary was used to working with strangers, live in the Guild had taught him that much, but Cypher wondered if it should be any different when he had no actively joined a clan. There was such a thing as being part of a group yet not truly knowing anyone within it. The man was aware his acclamation to life within Inferni might not be as conventional as others, for his typical inclination towards solitude had left him in somewhat of a disadvantage. But perhaps even just this simple patrol might be enough to slowly put him on the path towards that feeling of belonging he thought he needed.

      Word Count: 500
      Form: Secui
      OOC: --
what have i become, my sweetest friend

everyone i know, goes away in the end

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POSTED: Tue Jan 24, 2017 11:41 am

The end came swiftly

The faint brush of snow against her fur did little to pace the older canine as she sifted through large heaps of it, pushing passed without a moment's hesitation. If the snow was this thick here, it'd be easy to tell if anyone passed by, though she had not seen or heard anything for a while aside from the darker hued canine who had approached and followed a short while back. Fang wasn't necessarily interested in the ramblings of another pack mate, especially one of the male variety. The few she'd met in the borders of Inferni were enough and they had always teased or offered up some sort of quip.

The actuality that one of them were actually following her suggestion, which was just that, since she didn't like giving commands unless they were needed, brought a sliver of confusion to the back of her mind that quietly faded as she adjusted her course and moved on without uttering another word for a few long, insufferable moments.

She did not mind being followed or accompanied by a member of the pack. It showed their worth, at least, when it came to patrolling the borders. If there was anything about her that was readily apparent to those who knew her, she was a dutiful woman and not one who was easily set off of her path.

Quiet, contemplative, she shifted on both of her feet to turn toward another path since the one they were on didn't seem to be yielding much in the way of footprints or even scent for that matter, at least a scent she did not recognise as belonging to Inferni.

"I'm Fang," she offered quietly as she did so, letting her nose get closer to the ground before her eyes turned to settle on the younger canine who held himself close by. "I'm a Sanitas. You?"

Conversation would help bypass some of the time required. They could still smell at the ground, stop talking in the midst of a situation where they needed to be quiet. Their steps, while purposeful, were not very fast in the least. She let her gaze cut from the other canine, her tail slinking closer to her back leg so that she could focus on the path before her. At least she was making a point to be relatively conversational. Not many could get that out of her. Nothing in her posture said friendly, after all.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 13, 2017 8:42 pm

    Even with forethought, one could easily become distracted by the prospect of confrontation. However, with due course, certain souls could restrain themselves with a sort of logical stoicism so as not to become enraptured during a particular course of action that required a semblance of concentration. This was the manner in which the Blackwater son endowed himself at present, keeping his darkened ears perked attentively and smoke blue gaze roaming the ground at his paws for any sign that might herald the presence of another. Snow clung loosely to his charcoal fur, dusting it lightly. Routine gave rise to confidence, the ability to adapt to any given situation and with each passing day, the new Infernian was growing in greater accord with his surroundings. This path he travelled now however was not particularly well known to him, but the former Guild member held no qualms about that. Relative to what had already transpired during his lifetime, the man from Chesapeake Bay had adjusted swiftly enough to this new manner of life in which he had found himself. Of course, there were certain aspects that required more attention – such as his preferred isolation and lack of interaction with others – but he hoped that in doing something such as a patrol with another Infernian, he might hope to further endear himself to other members of the Clan.

    The sound of introduction broke through the silence that held the pair of Infernians captive during their task. Lifting his handsome head, Cypher acknowledged Fang with a mild inclination and a brief flick of an ear. “Cypher,” he responded in turn before adding, “Hoping to be a Sciens.” The ashen furred man didn’t elaborate too much further in that regard, knowing full well the extent of his answer would at least divulge his relative newness to the ranks of Inferni as it were. Cypher had recalled what Anna had mentioned upon his joining; that Inferni loved its fighters; and had therefore decided upon a rather different profession as it were. In any light, one might consider the shift ironic given his previous disposition to conflict and violence when he had belonged to the Guild. But perhaps it was then to be expected, when one was seeking out a fresh start, that they would hope to sever all ties with a dark history and attempt to forge out a different path. However, in the Blackwater son’s case, it seemed largely inevitable that that which he was trying so desperately to distance himself from would invariably catch up to him in the end.

    A sudden sound reached him, causing the young coyote hybrid to pause. Turning his head, the new Infernian male tried to get Fang’s attention with a jerk of his muzzle. Somewhere ahead of them, the Blackwater son fancied he spied the flickering of movement. He couldn’t be certain however, as the breeze was too discordant, a tangle line of scents mingling with no discernible direction from whence they had come. With a low growl of frustration, the charcoal hued coymutt began to edge his way towards where he had spied something of interest. Whether or not Fang followed him was another matter entirely, but the Blackwater son was not about to hesitate should there prove a threat that necessitated action on his part. If these rumours were about to be proven accurate, perhaps then it was apropos that the former mercenary was present to mitigate it.

      Word Count: 572
      Form: Secui
      OOC: Feel free to have Fang see the "thing" - left it super ambiguous lol xD Also, PP permitted on Cyph to move things along c;
what have i become, my sweetest friend

everyone i know, goes away in the end

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POSTED: Thu Feb 23, 2017 4:13 pm

The end came swiftly

She was not a social creature. She had never really been one for conversation with the likes of a new individual unless it was someone that she knew she'd have some sort of connection to. Usually, that meant someone that she'd see on a daily basis when conducting her routine duties. Cypher didn't exactly fit that criteria but he was a packmate and someone she'd probably fight for if the need to arose, whether to protect or simply as a companion body if the going got touchy.

Her nose clung relatively close to the ground in search of a path, her gaze cutting to the line of trees on either side of them. It was easy to tell one's path with broken branches, steps that weren't exactly wrought of the wild.

Animals, as they were, normally left nature alone. With their predisposition toward violence, though, canines seemed to be more destructive in nature than they used to be. She picked out the scent before Cypher did, though, for her body had gone somewhat stiff beside him, her eyes trained forward and toward the shifting shadow in the distance, a shadow glazed with snow that kept most of the individual's visage from sight.

As Cypher moved to capture her attention, she followed swiftly along the path that he led, clawed paws seeking purchase of the ground, tossing up the occasional clump of dirt and snow behind her, so that she moved more quickly in the figure's direction.

It did not take long for them to catch up. The stranger, a woman Fang discerned through the shape of her body through the cloak she wore, stopped with a quick shift of her weight from one foot to the other as Fang and Cypher approached. Fang was quick to growl, her voice a resonate warning that made the stranger turn so that her yellowed gaze found the two Infernian's. A wolf. "How long have you been here?" Fang questioned, glancing toward Cypher.

"None of your business, coyote. I can do as I like," she answered with a scoff, moving to turn away from them to continue on her way. Fang pushed forward, cutting in front of the strange woman so that Cypher blocked her in on one side and Fang on the other, trees blocking her passage at least a few feet away on one side, a few inches in the other.

"I asked you a question," she said, glancing back toward Cypher. "This must be the one people keep talking about." The grey coated she-wolf turned her attention to Cypher only momentarily while sizing the two of them up, her hands reaching down to the belt at the side of her hip that held two menacing looking spikes that seemed attached to a rope that was curled and tied to her waist. "Let me be on my way," she requested.

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