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Grimwell Caverns

POSTED: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:40 pm

OOC: Gyps and Roman are both in this thread. Please come and join them if you’d like :)

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The gusts of wind brought with them new, strange and oddly familiar scents. There was the smell of sea spray, and desiccated scrub that hadn’t realised yet it was winter. Also in the air was the scent of other coyotes, unseen, but there and it had Roman standing close behind his ward and scanning around, making sure they couldn’t be taken by surprise.

Crucifix and Vesper had greeted the two of them at the border, and despite Roman’s blundering, Gypsy had managed to gain them acceptance to the clan. Now the pair had come to Grimwell Caverns in search of a defensible and secluded sanctuary. The place would be quiet, out of the way, and out of the wind. Roman still felt a great unease being in these lands. He felt they were exposed, and there were a great many more of ‘them’ than there were of him. He said nothing though, remembering the smile on Gypsy’s face when she’d heard the distant calls of coyote voices when they’d neared the territory.

”I proved to myself today why I don’t speak when we engage in delicate situations that involve talking.”

He said in their native Spanish, speaking softly as they made their weary way towards the caverns.

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Draiko
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POSTED: Sun Jan 10, 2016 9:27 pm

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AAAAAY this is gonna go way better than the last time one of my characters ran into these two ;D

Having been a resident of Inferni for what felt like a long time (which amounted to two seasons now) the Bellum thought himself well-proven when it came to his position in the Clan. He was not the most skilled man amongst the coyotes, but what he did – fighting, protecting, killing – he did well. There were many things he could have done, and several he might have done, but he felt limited in what actually appealed to him, and further limited because he had no interest in things like animal-care or supplies.

Still, Antioch felt affirmed by his relatively high place when compared to others, and this had been part of what prompted him to move. A more rational part of his thoughts had cited the bitter cold from the underground river's nearness, but mostly, he liked the idea of having a place for his siblings to go if they chose to.

That was not to say the caves were overly populated, of course. Though he sometimes saw the Massacre's, and though his brother stayed in the area, the only other regular resident was a ferociously anti-social old man whom he now understood was their former-Aquila's father.

Despite his new larger home, the cave was all but bare. Versace had insisted he take extra pelts to sleep on, but because Antioch did not frequent his Optime form he did not keep much else around. There was a large piece of driftwood that he had thought might make an excellent place for Scout (though the raven did not always stay with him) and a few remains of earlier meals here and there – though he was fastidious and did not keep the bones after he had gotten the marrow out of them.

Crunching on a rather strong femur, Antioch considered the fading aches and pains in his own body. Though the landslide had been frightening it had not severely injured him. Still, he had been told that rest was important and did not fight on this matter. He was not as foolhardy as to overwork himself.

Foreign scents crept into his airy room, along with noises that were carried on the wind. Pricking his ears, the coyote abandoned the bone and trotted towards the entrance of his cave. There, peering down the small slope, he spotted the unfamiliar pair. Certain they would not be so deep into the territory without reason (and more certain of their coyote heritage), Antioch raised no alarm. Instead, he came to meet them, despite not looking overly friendly.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 12, 2016 3:40 pm

Word Count → 402 :: Haha, pumped! Thanks for jumping in Mel! <3.

The walk from the skull-lined borders into the thick of territory felt like a dream for Gypsy who continued floating along, indulgently taking in all the strange sights and sounds. Though there was still plenty of light left in the day-- so much to experience, and become familiar with--Roman had insisted that they settle in and find a place to hunker down for the night and possibly claim as their own. They’d been told of the options where they could rest from their travels, and the Grimwell Caverns were the only thing that sounded remotely like home, simple and natural, like Las Setas had been for them.

It was the second time they’d been left alone since coming here, but now they were part of the clan, not completely trusted yet, but considered part of the whole. The cloying scent of others was almost overwhelming for the slight coyote, but at the same time, she felt welcomed, comforted, and embraced by it all. Soon their own pelts, that still smelt of the California sun and salt, would begin to change and blend with the musks of their new clanmates...this familia that Vesper had bid them entry to.

She desperately hoped Inferni could become that to them some day, and was thinking about the daunting task of learning new faces and names when his deep voiced sounded from behind her. The pretty desert rose turned her head and looked up at his scarred face with those sunflower eyes constantly in bloom. ¿Qué harías sin mí? She teased, though the thought of losing him frightened her more than she’d like to admit.

The softest sound and an even stronger scent caused her to glance away. Overly long ears flicked the hair from her eyes and brushed against the turquoise bandana that wrapped around her head as her gaze focused on the robust male who’d appeared from the shadowed hills. Reflexively, the Chanterelle pulled the blankets and furs that covered her tiny frame closer and adjusted the heavy sack upon her back before she hailed the stranger. Saludos, we’re new here, she kindly informed the cinnamon socked coyote, --my name is Gypsy, and this is Roman.

desert rose

POSTED: Tue Jan 12, 2016 5:49 pm

OOC: Thanks for joining :). Roman is edgy :)

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It might’ve been a new clan but Roman had never felt so exposed, so surrounded by strangers. These lands were patrolled, watched, and surrounded. There was protection and warmth, but had it been worth it? Roman could tell Gypsy ached for company, and while it might be overwhelming to her now, she drank in the companionship like a flower reacts to morning sunshine. How could he have refused to bring her? Were there spies though? Would she truly be safe?

Her words broke his reverie and the flicker of a smile twitched at his lips as he listened. It was a smile that vanished when a scent was brought to him on the wind. It smelt of these lands, but Roman was immediately alert.

Despite the talk of wolves and the deterrent at the borders, the male definitely contained something of them. He was young, perhaps in his second year? But something in the way he moved made him think the male was no stranger to combat. Roman’s hand brushed one of his knives, surprising the instinct to draw it, remembering that they were on pack lands and that this was doubtless a clan mate. In one swift movement he interposed himself between Gypsy and the stranger, not obscuring her, but taking a more effective protective stance. The tall optime gave no greeting, his pale grey eyes merely watched, his ears swivelling to catch sounds of any other that might turn this into an ambush.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 12, 2016 7:59 pm

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Aww yis

Both the coyotes, the man and the woman, looked as if they had not been born in the north – their fur was not quite as bushy as his, Antioch thought, and the woman was wrapped up in a number of blankets and furs. He was momentarily reminded of his nephew, though he did not like to think on Resurrection too often. While the boy was quiet, polite, and certainly well-versed in theology, there was something off about him. Rather than worry over it, Antioch did the next best thing; he dismissed the idea entirely.

The man (whom Antioch suspected was likely Gypsy's mate, from his protective movement forward) was dark like his father and brothers, and littered with scars. He was no doubt a fighter, if the knives on his belt were any proof.

Of course, having knives and using them were different things. Ferret had used a knife.

A knife had torn him apart too. He hadn't had the knife when Antioch had buried him, and hoped that his friend had managed to make use of it before his untimely death.

Realistically, rationally, Antioch doubted this. For as eager and willing to fight as Ferret had been, he had been exceptionally poor at it.

The trail of bereavement left in the wake of his death had passed, and the war had ended. Antioch saw things, like the man's knives, that reminded him of his friend every day. Each time, it got a little easier to accept them.

Antioch sniffed at the pair as he came to a halt not far from them, respectful of the man's positioning and concern over the woman.

My name is Antioch, he informed them. I'm a Bellum here – a warrior. There's plenty of space in the caves, if that's where you're going. I live there, he added, and glanced back towards the rocky area. Though many of them were hidden by direction and snow, the expansive system had been a boon from the start. Having little love for the squared rooms of the Mansion and the distrust for the structure as a whole, Antioch's partiality for Grimwell was obvious.


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POSTED: Wed Jan 13, 2016 4:22 pm

Word Count → :: 410

Gypsy wondered what it was like for Roman to see another whose body echoed back strength and power in something so simple as one’s gait. From the way her companion instinctively moved to her front however, she could tell his guard was back up and firmly in place, her safety had become priority number one. Not for the first time, Gypsy wordlessly assumed the role of his defenseless charge.

When things had been different and their world still familiar, this would’ve stoked the coals of her famous fiery temper and she might’ve given him a colorful lashing of her tongue, but her broken spirit was still in pieces, mending one day only to shatter the next. New world Gypsy was a fragile thing, prone to melancholy at times, and far too willing to put her trust in strangers who’d not earned it yet. Her newfound blind optimism could’ve very well gotten them killed on their journey, but Roman had remained the necessary and harsh voice of reason.

The Infernian remained deferential to her companion’s placement, scenting them while Gypsy did much the same with him. These were the things she’d later record in her journal, first impressions she could later recall when the memories became muddled and disjointed, or sometimes as if they’d never happened at all. There was so much she needed to write down, things she couldn’t stand to forget.

He called himself Antioch, a name she repeated on a soundless tongue while her dark lips upturned in a small friendly smile. He told them his standing within the pack, a title that gave her some hope for Roman’s calling here. Bellum sounded like it would perfectly fit the dark Cremini male, and she found herself wishfully thinking Antioch could become something of a friend for him.

Her eyes moved in the direction the hybrid indicated while a question populated in her mouth. They are open to claim? She asked, knowing Roman most likely wondered how many of the clan’s members chose to live here as well. Bellum...the word is unfamiliar to me. Could you tell us more about Inferni’s classes? Gypsy was speaking of the ranks, titles she and Roman had never needed to worry about as their course in life had been selected and chosen for them before they'd been born.

desert rose

POSTED: Wed Jan 13, 2016 5:02 pm

OOC: I hope you don't mind me having Roman say Antioch is moving stiffly. You mentioned his Aches and I thought Roman might spot them, I can edit though :).

IC:

The blood and smoke male listened to the two speak, but his eyes continued to watch Antioch. Roman felt a twinge of envy at the others thicker fur, and when this new clan mate stopped, it was a comfortable and respectful distance. Any creature could fight, the ability was in all luperci, but those that honed the skill always required a little more watching, at least in Roman’s mind they did. Silently he listened to Gypsy reply, her skill with conversation outstripped his own, and where he left resentful looks and jostled egos, she left nothing but smiles and good wishes. Roman’s ears did perk up when she asked about the caves, a question he was certainly interested in knowing the answer to along with a number of others.

”You move stiffly. Are you injured?”

Perhaps the other had been lying asleep in his home and only recently woken, but Roman didn’t think that was the case. If the stiffness was an indication of injury then perhaps Antioch had recently fought, and if so then why? Had the clan come under attack? Would it be safe to have Gypsy on these lands?

”Do you know how many patrol the borders of the clan lands? And how often those patrols are timed?”

Roman’s accented voice was direct, but his tone was not couched in the tone of a superior to a subordinate, but more like thoughts that had been thought and required voicing.

In his mind the tall coyote knew that they had entered the lands of a new clan. They had been accepted and welcomed and that with those things came a greater safety, but he felt neither. While shelter may be easier to come by, they were now in one place and surrounded by strangers. His state of alertness for his charge’s safety had not diminished in the slightest.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 15, 2016 1:14 am

SoSu: 422
Absolutely ok! I also mentioned them walking towards the caves to help move things along :>

A barrage of questions assaulted him, and Antioch stared blankly ahead for a moment, as if overwhelmed. This did not last long – he looked between the pair, considering, then addressed the man.

I am recovering, he told Roman, and more gruffly explained: There was an accident.

Landslides were not especially unusual, he supposed.

Dismissing this, he turned as if to allow them passage. Though he had only recently begun adapting from the role of an attacker into a defender, these were not the first newcomers to the Clan that Antioch had known. In this role, at least, he knew what to do.

Yeah, you can stay wherever you'd like. Most people go to the big house, he motioned with his nose towards the east, and the well-worn trail which led that way. He neglected to mention the horde of animals which lived there as well, something which had factored into him choosing to live elsewhere.

As they began to move towards the caves, the Secui kept pace with them, slowing every so often to glance this way and that.

Inferni has specialized classes, the coyote repeated Gypsy's word, thinking it would be easier to explain in this way. They were not like a wolf pack where the structure of ranks had meaning – Antioch had remained a Bellum despite his position advancing above even elder members, something he did not question. Vesper rewarded loyalty and dedication, not vainglorious acts. There are several, depending on what a person excels at. Our fighters are all called Bellum. Our scouts, he looked at the man again, scrunching his face a little as he did so. Or Sciens, organize their own patrols, though if we have a Regulus – a commander – this may fall to them. I don't know all the details, Antioch added, a little haughtily.

Most everything else deals with supplies or people, he went on quickly, unsure of how his tone might be taken. His ambitions had never been to lead, and he worried if it came off as such. There's roles for people who like dealing with animals, and for people who like to trade. Then you've got people who care for the plants that we grow here, or the food we eat. A Civilis could tell you more about the Clan itself. They kinda do everything that's left, he concluded, secretly pleased with this explanation. It had been a much more fluid than the one he had given Ferret, who had never really found his niche in the Immunes.


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POSTED: Wed Jan 27, 2016 5:00 pm

Word Count → 436 :: So sorry for making you two wait! Work has been insane with the Super Bowl coming up and then I had to go and get sick. -_-

She was eager to learn as much as she could about their new clan Inferni, and a part of her wondered how long it would take for this place to actually feel like a home. Gypsy certainly felt welcomed here, but there were some hurts and holes that took much longer to heal and fill. A feeling of contentment went through her as Antioch began to show them through the network of caves, her own snout wrinkling slightly when he gestured towards the human structure in the distance. The caves feel more like...home to us, she commented before falling back into a leisurely gait. Their Bellum guide went on to answer the other questions along the way though Roman’s query had caused her long ears to splay outward for another second of strange embarrassment. Thankfully, the secui hadn’t responded negatively to her companion’s question. She knew where it had come from after all, Roman wasn’t about to let them stay someplace he considered unsafe.

While Antioch wasn’t completely forthcoming in his answer, she was glad he chose instead to divert his thoughts to her own question, an explanation of Inferni’s ranks or in her mind, classes. Choosing the same moniker, Antioch explained the various tiers. Bellum certainly sounded like the class her guardian could fit into, but as he explained the rest, she could feel a tension headache forming at the base of her skull. Gypsy had been something of a Scien before the gash had rendered her memory useless. Now she wasn’t sure where she’d be able to fit in, but there had to be something. People was something she could certainly undertake, but even that thought seemed to intimidate her. It’d been a few days since the nightmares...maybe things were looking up?

The Chanterelle wrestled with her own worries and anxieties as they walked along, but she was an expert at keeping it from her face. Roman on the other hand, had probably read her body language six steps back. Gracias, Antioch. We have a lot to learn and think about here, she automatically spoke with a smile. Inferni is alone? This clan of coyotes...we came across few other traces of our kind while traveling, she added to clarify what she was asking. Las Setas had been the largest clan in California, but there had been numerous all coyote or hybrid clans in the hills that surrounded them.

desert rose

POSTED: Wed Feb 03, 2016 4:01 pm

As they walked, Roman took in the lands, memorising the terrain, his attention moving to the direction of the house. While the virus had changed Las Setas, the idea of building like humans might have, had never taken off within the clans, and since Gypsy’s answer echoed his own feelings, the blood and smoke male added nothing. Their guide, and new clan mate, had been vague with his answer to Roman’s question and it made Roman want to snap a retort for clarification, but his common sense hadn’t abandoned him, so he remained silent.

Instead the tall coyote watched his friend as their guide explained about the clan and its roles. Ever the diplomat, he watched her listen with genuine interest, which vanished into frozen mask. The interest was still there of course, but it wasn’t what his friend was feeling. Muscles in her neck and arm twitched, she was thinking of her injury and talk of the roles had made her doubt where she might fit in. He placed a clawed hand over her shoulder, gripping it reassuringly and leant closer to speak softer in their mother tongue, uncaring if it appeared rude, reassurance was required and he would give it.

”You are what you always have been beautiful. Your injury has not changed who you are, just brought you a new challenge.”

If only the large male could have thought the same about himself. Gypsy’s talk of meeting other’s jogged his memory.

”Yes, do you know Belial and his brother? A dog named Jehan and his sister Clover?” Roman asked Antioch.

Roman rattled off descriptions of the facts he’d picked up on, which was to say, height, wounds and mostly physical attributes. There had been a number of encounters recently, but as he thought of the catalogue and remembered the scents another face swam to the fore. The blood and smoke male looked about as though thinking of the male would make him appear.

”Do you know of a luperci named Gabriel?”” Roman remembered that encounter, the other had made his skin crawl and their meeting had ended with him drawing his knives. Again he rattled of what he remembered of the male. He supposed that they would be clan mates now. It hadn’t occurred to him before, perhaps Inferni was not the place they should call home.

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