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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 12:59 pm

Lelisa had yet to pick any certain location within which to settle down. He probably should get on that. Still, he had Sisay to hunt with and so he wasn't doing too bad on his own. But he was a social creature and life spent alone wasn't for him. He should probably make the rounds and see where he might do best to settle. But for now he was just out to learn the lay of the land.

Sisay scratched at the trunk of a tree and stretched out his long, leucistic body. He was enjoying a reprieve from the snow beneath the needle laden branches of the tree. The hybrid allowed the feline his moment and took time for himself to look around. There was char on some of the trees and he followed that trail.

That trail ended up leading him to the burnt out remains of a building. A portion of the structure had caved in on itself but there were still some walls standing. "Maxaa dhacay halkan?" He asked of no one. The ruddy colored male approached the building and stared at it.

Backdate to whenever? Sorry for being so slow in getting this up, schedule kept on being changed.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 30, 2018 8:25 pm

They had come down from the mountains for something inane, something meant to foster deeper bonds between three groups that would never have spoken otherwise. Magpie sulked the entire time, slunk through snow and slush and kept her surly exterior during the trip. Most of her time would be spent chasing down things with others, others she had never met before – but she wanted to take time away from it, time to think and consider, and attune to her old home.

The forest smelled the same, except the lingering scent of smoke on the air. This was what remained of home, her home; a home the place over the mountains would never truly replace. A home she missed, with souls she missed even more. Daddy was here, she knew he had to be here somewhere, but she wasn't certain she would find him. Sometimes memories were all that was left behind.

Unfamiliar scents led her on quiet feet towards the ruined husk of the building the clan had once inhabited. There was a stranger here, one colored like iron-rich mud. An unfamiliar thing. At first, Magpie was offended. This was her home, how dare this stranger come across it! But her hackles calmed, she ceased her bristling. This was unclaimed land now, thanks to the poor choices of their fearless leader.

Still, she had come here for a reason, and that reason couldn't be completed if he was here as well.

Who are you? demanded the dark-furred girl, keeping to shadows of trees and fire-torn buildings. She wanted to be an enigma, with her jewelry and sour expression.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 31, 2018 11:15 am

The male turned at the sound of the voice but found no one within clear view. But there was the scent of someone and so he knew that he wasn't hearing things, not that he had ever been prone to wild flights of imagination. Still, different land different laws. "Lelisa. And you are, mystery maiden?" For the scent was definitely feminine.

"Is there something that causes you to hide?" He asked as he took slow steps in the direction from which the voice had emanated. Strangers that hid weren't always a good sign. It made Lelisa alert that a trap might have been set. His thoughts raced to Sisay. He knew the serval could take care of himself and would know to make an escape. But still the feline had been captured before and had been set to be skinned before Lelisa had turned up.

"Why don't you and your friends show yourselves? I am unarmed if that is what causes you worry. A healer by trade, I do no harm." He didn't carry any weapons, unless his small knife counted though it could hardly do any damage, only a number of poultices and herbs.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 31, 2018 11:30 am

Lelisa, he said his name was, and her ears folded back into her curls. What a silly name; Lelisa. Of course, Magpie spent her time nitpicking at the faults of others that couldn't truly be their fault – he didn't ask to be named that way, did he? Was he alone? He looked alone; he smelled alone, with only the scent of himself and the fire penetrating her nose. That was good, if he was alone – it was safer than trespassing into the explorations of a larger group. She was alone, after all. There was no one to save her, and this time they might not be as considerate as Grievous had been.

He asked for her name but she didn't yet give it. Instead, when he asked why she hid, she slipped out into view. Her black fur was stark against the white, but the ruined husks of what was once the land of Inferni allowed her to blend in more easily. It was a miserable memory, this place, and one she embraced for the moment. She wanted the misery.

I don't have friends, she stated, almost snapping at the stranger – Lelisa, she reminded herself. She supposed he was less of a stranger now. What are you doing here? You don't belong here. Her claim made little sense; she didn't belong here either, did she? Her clan had left this place behind, but here she was, tracking ghosts.

She squinted at him, peering, skeptical. Lelisa. I'm Magpie, she finally voiced, reluctant in her introductions.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 31, 2018 1:40 pm

The woman presented herself and her dark pelt made him understand why he had been able to locate her by sight at first. She had blended in with the shadows in which she had stood. He didn't have any such advantage himself. Even in the desert he had stood out. Camouflage was just something that his pelt didn't afford him.

"Not even a single one?" He asked when the woman said that she didn't have any friends. "I got one. He's hanging off back that way somewhere." Lelisa motioned in the direction in which he had left Sisay. "He's probably taking a nap now that he's managed to find a spot out of the snow." Not that such was he only reason Sisay needed to take a nap. "You new around here too then to not have any friends?"

The jackal-appearing male grinned and shrugged when it was pointed out that he didn't belong here. "That obvious is it?" As if his accent didn't already give him away as well. "Just looking for a place out of the snow to be able to spend the night." Which would explain what he was doing in the area. "The same driving you too, Magpie?" He asked once the female had finally relinquished her name.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 31, 2018 7:28 pm

He had a friend. They were elsewhere. It put Magpie on edge anew, thinking it was another Luperci; she wasn't the largest of her kind, a thick-furred doggish thing who was easily overtaken. Two strangers was more dangerous than one. Still, she scoffed it off with a roll of her shoulder. You new around here too, then, to not have any friends? Was she new around here? No. This was once home. This was where she belonged. In truth, she did have friends. Boone, she supposed, was her friend for all his youth – and there was Jhiral, who she didn't mind, and Virue. Her meemaw was her friend. Aunt Clover. Papa, but papa was so rarely there these days, having severed ties with the clan.

No, I'm not new, she snapped, sounding more irritable than she truly felt. It was her way of making herself big, to be verbally loud, to be verbally vicious. She wasn't good at doing it physically. Her ear continued to twitch. For a moment, it seemed to itch, but she didn't reach to scratch it, and the sensation went away. Yeah, it's obvious. Duh.

Duh. One of her many eloquent responses in her growing mind; she would be two this year, and still she acted like a child more often than she ought to.

He was looking for a place to get out of the snow, but she was uncertain this was a good place to do it. The fire had eaten away at so much of the structure, so much of the place she had once loved to lounge. She had escaped into rooms of boxes in this manor, and she had chewed on the ears of her orange-furred brother, and she had bonded with Serenity over being the princesses of the palace.

Her heart sank, just a bit.

The same driving you? asked Lelisa, and Magpie gave a grunt in response, staring at the husk of the building. Her tail curled between her legs as emotion took her over. She hated feeling things in front of people, particularly sad things, but it all overwhelmed her so fast. There was a great snuffle, but no tears.

No, she admitted, less harsh than before, I used to live here. I came back to see if daddy was still here... That was the truth. She wanted him to know he wasn't forgotten, even though they left this land behind. Maybe others didn't understand – but she couldn't just go, without him knowing he was loved still.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 31, 2018 8:13 pm

He nodded his head when the woman proclaimed not being new. "Ah, so you just put others off then. Suppose it is safer that way but still must be really lonely." He shrugged and glanced into the tree line. "Sisay doesn't seem to mind it though. Sometimes I think he just puts up with me because I saved him from being skinned." But then felines were loners by nature. It was a quirk that Lelisa had grown used to and he allowed the large cat to have his space.

"Don't get too many of my type round here then? Spose the desert is hard to leave. And who would really want to be stuck here in all this?" He motioned out at the snow that littered the ground. He wasn't truly suffering for he had a thick enough coat giving his mixed heritage but it was still something that would take getting used to. The snow had a different bite than the sands did.

He frowned when she admitted that she was looking for her father. "Doesn't seem that anyone is around here." He was assuming that she was looking for a living being. "Maybe he moved to." Lelisa took slow steps in approaching the woman, treating her as if she might be some strange animal that could attack the slightest of provocations. "We could go looking for him." He offered and sought to gently squeeze her shoulder.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 05, 2018 10:59 pm

Did she put others off? Her memory was unclear on this. As far back as she could remember, she only knew the desperation to belong – and the earnest with which she rejected others before they could reject her. Magpie Trouillefou did not look like the clan, though she knew she belonged there. Like her aunt Clover and her papa, she bore the striking resemblance of dog-kind in her curled coat and black fur. They were more lean. She was more dense. Always, she would be reminded that she was different simply by appearances.

Lelisa wondered, did they get many like him? He said something about a desert, and the dark girl spoke before she thought: What's a desert? She had never been exposed to sand and the bright, boiling sun; she had only ever lived here, where winters were long and the summer was beautiful. He was right, though. Who would want to be stuck here? She hated snow. It caused her curls to poof up in the most unflattering way, giving her the look of a great puffball.

Maybe he moved, too.

This roused her attention away from what a desert was, back to why she was in this place, this place that smelled of ashes. Maybe he moved, too; maybe daddy was off with papa, away from here. She knew better, though. Her tail curled around her leg, a sullen display, and she gazed up at the remains of what was once her home. He didn't move, she supplied, with a sureness that she wished she didn't possess.

He died in there.

It was grim, a grim truth for a grim place that once housed a grim clan. All that lingered here was memories – not breathing, living coyotes.

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POSTED: Tue Feb 13, 2018 6:57 pm

Lelisa couldn't help grinning when he was asked about the desert. "Deserts are great is what they are." Which didn't exactly answer the question that he had been asked. "It is warm there. None of this." He motioned towards the snow that surrounded them with a flip of his hand. "Lots of sand everywhere. Pockets of oasis that are beautiful." But of course if no one knew what these words meant in the first place then his trying to describe it was pretty pointless. After all Lelisa had no idea bout snow until he had gotten over upon this side of the world.

"I'm sorry for you loss but why would you think he he would still be here if you already knew that he is dead?" Lelisa didn't believe in spirits. Or in any sort of afterlife really. Once you were dead then that was just the end of all things. There was nothing to be found after death, at least not from his perspective.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 19, 2018 10:45 pm

Sand was the only thing she understood, and so Magpie gave Lelisa a queer look at this description. So it's a big beach, she reasoned, deciding the desert was less and less enjoyable as moments passed. Beaches had water, and water caused her fur to do the most awful floofing that could be imagined. No, she most certainly never wanted to visit a desert, that was for certain.

The subject of her father's death caused her ears to fold down against her head, but rather than explain why she had hoped Cartier was still here, she simply snapped at the foreigner: Doesn't fucking matter, does it? Her foul mouth was learned in part from Clover, and in part from Redtooth, and she wielded it when she felt anger welling in her chest. Her tail fwipped to the side. She grunted. Her arms folded over her chest.

Cartier's death was still a sore spot, and she desperately wanted to run off to cry, but she held her ground. No one would know she was a wimp like that. No one.

So why are you alone.

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