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POSTED: Fri Feb 02, 2018 9:31 pm

The charred remains of a building—little more than a sooty husk, now—left her feeling jarred; it was a feeling she carried with her further south, determined to find the coyotes before her friend had time to come looking for her, before her intentions could be questioned once more.

Her dishonesty followed her like a shadow she was eager to escape.

It made sense for Kaly and Lee to settle in Cour des Miracles; Sumari, Persis, and Rahab had no real ties there, save for their siblings. The separate litters had always seemed destined for different things, though. She would leave the twirling and flower crowns to her elders; these past few months had been consumed by blood and fire, and Ray didn't see why that trend couldn't or shouldn't continue.

Armand, happy to trail along wherever she went, had decided to follow; she had warned him about possible prejudices, and these hollow warnings fell on deaf ears. It became apparent the further they went that he would not turn back.

The red-eyed dog stalked ahead in the snow and scrub grass, his big muzzle hovering a mere half-inch above the ground, while Rahab rode astride her Akhal-Teke. Hala was not the mount she would have preferred for such rocky terrain - Divya was surefooted where the sleek perlino was fast - but the Marwari had been badly bruised during the crossing, and she wouldn't risk injuring him any further.

Smells weird, Armand complained when they were closer.

Smells like coyotes. Rahab said, irritation punctuating her words; it had never occurred to her that the man-child might consider her odd.

Didn't mean anything, Ray, He tried to backpedal, his floppy ears half-folding.

Right, sure, she retorted, glaring slightly, this is close enough, I think.

She was the one who called, and for the first time the yapping element to her howl gave her second thought.


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POSTED: Sun Feb 11, 2018 1:10 pm

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Since the mongrels were driven out, Inferni's borders had not been challenged. Sometimes curious folk came sniffing around, wanderers or diplomats, but Vicira knew this would be a common thing now that their territory had been clearly established. Enough months had passed that all the region probably knew of their self-exile.

She did not care, or told herself so. She had worse things to worry about, anyway: a few more weeks of winter, numbers dwindling from desertion or death, even things as simple as her relationship with her children.

At the yapping call, Vicira took a breath, then wheeled the blue-eyed pinto to greet yet another stranger.

Today's had been a long patrol, and Tigana frothed in spite of the cold and snow. Vicira let her slow to a walk long before they reached the source of the cry, dark ears heeding the mare's deep breaths, and shifted sore muscles. Despite this, she (and her mount) carried themselves with quiet, self-assured dominance as they reached a border heavy with their own scents.

Spotting a hybrid astride a glimmering horse, Vici's eyes widened with interest.

She glanced at the dog a moment after, but a brief frown was her only indication of disappointment. She shook her head and addressed the hybrid, her tone gentler than her blunt words would suggest. What do you want?

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POSTED: Mon Feb 26, 2018 11:30 pm

A horse and rider approached slowly, and when they arrived it was easy to see why. The horse was tired; if the woman was, Ray couldn't see any sign of it.

Armand withered like fruit on a rotten stalk in the face of an authority figure - he always had and likely always would - whereas Rahab dismounted as a courtesy and showed all the proper signs of submission but remained relaxed.

Free of her weight, Hala immediately drifted to the side looking for scrub grass she might nip at; there wasn't much, however, even with the receding snows.

Just some information, Rahab replied almost instantly in an attempt to stop herself from immediately responding with 'uh' or 'nothing'; she found these stalling statements annoying in others, but more so in herself.

We were thinking about joining up.

It was a difficult thing to admit out loud, especially when they'd done so much and come so far with comrades in arms who would in all likeliness either be turned away due to their lack of coyote blood, or be uninterested. She'd heard enough of Inferni, however, to find their burned-out mansion and trek after them to the east.

The blue-eyed hybrid wanted to say something to the effect of 'seems you've had some trouble lately', but thought better of it. If anything, it was just another sore spot she'd rather not poke until she knew more about the situation.


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POSTED: Wed Mar 07, 2018 11:12 pm

Vicira's eyes lingered on the horse when the woman dismounted, out of habit, though Tigana stared more intently and lifted her head. The Aquila quelled her before the signs she read could turn into a real aggression.

She pricked her ears at mention of joining, and drank in the appearance of the hybrid: scarred on the arms, rich in dress and accessory, but windswept too. All in spite of young age.

Then she looked at the dog.

We? Vicira echoed, but did not patronize further. Inferni is a clan of coyotes and coyote hybrids. We've let in others before -- but only under the sponsorship of someone trusted. There is too much at risk otherwise. She didn't think that the wilting, simple dog at the woman's side would be a threat necessarily, but poison had eaten away from within the clan before. On the heels of war and suffering, and the recent business with mongrels disrespecting their territory, she wouldn't ever consider it.

She frowned, searching for familiar features in the other's face. Who are you?

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POSTED: Sat Apr 07, 2018 1:02 am

She didn’t particularly like the emphasis placed on the word others, and this displeasure was displayed openly on her face. Dismay flashed, and was offered to Armand, who didn’t seem to have noticed he was the one being referenced as such.

Armand is a longtime friend, She explained, introducing him first. I’m Rahab, one of Agrippa de le Poer’s daughters.

Momentarily, she remained quiet on the fact that her other mother had been a member of Cour des Miracles and had unsuccessfully tried to broker peace between the coyotes and the dogs. Already she was aware of some negativity edging into the conversation, and while some part of her yearned to mitigate it, the other could not reconcile her longstanding friendship with a desire for pack.

She had a family already, and perhaps it was only the guilt eating at her.

He couldn’t stay even on, She refused to punctuate her uncertainty with the word ‘uh’, reminding herself that it made you sound thickheaded.

a trial basis? A week or two, then fuera if it doesn't work? Ray tossed a thumb over her shoulder, away from the borders.


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POSTED: Thu Apr 19, 2018 11:29 am

Vicira’s expression remained unchanged even as emotions flashed on Rahab’s – though mention of her mother made her scarred brow draw up, and she fought the instinctual desire to cross her arms. “Ah. How is Agrippa then? Has she found happiness?” The question might have been barbed by someone who didn’t understand the wandering nature of coyotes, but Vici carried no such judgment – just honest curiosity. Only deep in the pit of her stomach did she think of other de le Poers who wandered, whose destinations she did not know.

It was with some small sympathy that the Aquila shook her head. “We let in others on the word of trusted members,” she said. “Especially now” – and she clicked her teeth in thought, wondering what to reveal, knowing the empty Waste spoke volumes – “we cannot be too careful. I don’t necessarily think your friend less trustworthy than you, but we have traditions, and it is easier to keep an eye on one than two.” Coyotes turned traitor too.

“You probably won’t find what you’re looking for here,” Vicira said. “Which is a shame. You look like you would grow into a good asset.”
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