[M] That is true sign of death, baby, that ain't no good

POSTED: Mon Apr 25, 2016 12:34 pm

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Jehan had it up to here with Cartier's sisters.

Of course, thinking it was more effecive than saying it with the accompanying gesture, considering his height. He contented himself with cursing and kicking every stick and acorn on the most well-worn route to the borders, many of which he had to go out of his way to hit.

He huffed and ducked under a branch. It wasn't the first time he'd been cockblocked, but it still sucked.

Or didn't suck.

That was the problem.

He was rounding another old tree when something lunged out at him suddenly, causing him to yelp. His would-be assailant stopped short and bared her teeth at him, bright against a dark-smudged muzzle, and when he stopped cringing away he looked at her. What --

The hell, Jehan! she snapped in a whisper. You're stomping around like a lame horse out here -- like, could you be any fucking louder?

Jehan pinned his white ears at her and was about to retort when he caught the odd glint of her eyes and dropped his voice. What's going on?

I thought I smelled something weird.

Weird?

A Luperci. And not a coyote. She hissed breath softly between her fangs and turned her head again, creeping back into the forest. It's faint, and maybe the wind's just drifting an old scent into the territory, but... She grimaced. Vesper says sometimes wolves mess with the skulls... and you don't know if it might be those Courtiers or something.

His hackles rose at the thought, and he stepped more softly after her. Not that he had any idea what the fuck he'd do when they found someone...

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POSTED: Mon Apr 25, 2016 2:26 pm

Under the cover of night, the sable coloring of his coat faded more and more. With the wild grass coming in tall, he was afforded enough cover as it was. Despite the size given to his Secui form he was leggy and undoubtedly coyote, with the same quick movements he might have had in a smaller shape.

The red-streaked coyote wove his way through the grass until it became brush, and then hurried quickly into the forest. It was a planned patrol, and one that he took regularly. A lot of the patrols he took were planned, owing in large part to his own obvious purpose in the Clan. He did not roam so far as the scouts, for indeed he barely traveled north of the winding shore without reason, but these borders were close to where he slept. Besides, he was more agreeable with the cooler night air.

Ahead, a noise pulled him away from this planned route, and this deviation drove him towards the dogs.

Making a singular low noise – quieter and shorter than a bark – the red-eyed coyote drew alongside the pair. His shaggy, oversized shape looked primitive next to their unique coats.

Sniffing at the night air, he peered towards the girl. From her pricked ears and tensed limbs, he surmised at once she was tracking something.

Antioch motioned with his head for her to continue, and glanced questionably at Jehan before following.


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POSTED: Thu Apr 28, 2016 8:20 pm

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The low wuff and emergence of shaggy, broad shoulders from the undergrowth made Jehan jump again. On edge and irritated with himself, he grimaced at Antioch but folded his white ears with the proper submission as he glanced away. Clover, meanwhile, met the larger canine's approach with sniffing of her own and waved her tail low in acknowledgment when he nodded for her to walk onward. Accompanied by a Bellum, the girl's gait changed slightly—more quick and confident with actual useful back-up, but perhaps a little too-brisk, too, as if she were self-conscious. Her need to prove herself and devote her energies to protecting a home were not something that he fully understood, but he recognized the energy in her and wouldn't dare discourage it now—especially not with Antioch listening.

The trio made an odd patrol, the lean grey she-dog trotting in the lead, the one-armed Optime trailing behind, and the coyote in the middle of both position and ridiculous size. When they continued on some ways without finding anything, Jehan was tempted to peel away from them and see if Vicira had finally left the room.

Just at that moment, however, Clover growled low in her throat and broke into a faster lope when the scent of squirrel's blood reached them. Jehan began to call after but stifled himself, biting down on his tongue, and looked worriedly at Antioch.

The young Outsider found the wolf—a mangy thing, hungry but reeking more of dominance than desperation, Secui-mane bristled—and growled again. When the wolf lifted its broad agouti head, confusion and interest crossed its face. This was coyote land, that much it knew, and with something like humour it advanced toward her with a lick of its bloodied chops.

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POSTED: Sun May 01, 2016 12:34 am

They could have been enemies, for their breeding and their unknown origins, but Antioch accepted them as he accepted things that he did not fully understand. It was easier not to worry about things. He knew his duty, and he knew his duty to the Lord. As long as he proceeded with both of these, the rest would work itself out. Antioch filtered his tragedies into action. Death and betrayal were trials to weed out the wicked.

That did not change the fact that he saw every wolf as the same, and that he distrusted them on principle alone.

Huffing a noise that lacked Jehan's obvious worry, the Bellum trailed after the girl eagerly. The wolf balked a little then, looking between the growling dog and the red-eyed thing trailing her, and then curled his lip.

Oh, he scoffed. I guess you mutts are all running together these days.

Antioch was nearly to Clover's side, moving with stiff-legged steps.

Lot of talk for a thief, the coyote grunted.

The young wolf's ears fanned back, but he looked down at them and was practically sneering.

Hardly! It's dark, not my fault I ended up chasing that stupid squirrel in here!


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Clover curled her lip, revealing pearly fangs, and growled in a voice deeper and more frightening than Jehan had heard before. Seeing the back of her, her hackled dark fur and lean muscle, he realized that she'd grown older and stronger, fed by the clan and taught by a leader who saw the advantage in her species.

She did not hate wolves on principle and hadn't as many experiences to draw from them (that did not include poor experiences with coyotes and dogs, too) -- but the category of threatening strangers was broad to the distrustful girl. She needed only hear the wolf's scoff to understand one of the things Inferni had been founded to shelter them from. Coyotes, dogs, small and different, would always be seen as lesser by wolves.

Showing discipline, she remained tense beside Antioch, even as the wolf sneered -- until Jehan found his feet and heart rebelling against his thoughts. Certainly it was safer for him to linger back and let the fighters take care of the problem -- but he inched forward, and it became obvious that while the dark concealed things like border scent and common sense, it did not conceal his mishappeness.

Bitches, mutts, 'yotes -- and cripples, the wolf began, but did not finish.

Clover was lunging at his throat with an angry shriek, and the two canines where a blur -- a mess of patchy hair, yelping and yipping and snarling, fighting for purchase on the forest floor and on each other's flesh.



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POSTED: Sat May 21, 2016 11:18 pm

He had been young when Inferni had accepted him into its ranks, but he had been raised properly and lived alone only very briefly – a period which had not coincided with his growth but only left him starving for weight – and though he was more coyote than anything else his size in this form was superior to that of a wolf in their native shape. His familiarity with it was exceptionally apparent, for almost instantaneously at Clover's charge Antioch propelled himself forward, diving at once to cut off the point of retreat.

Sometimes he let them go, but the role of the righteous was to cleanse the earth.

Scum-wolves did not deserve mercy.

Beyond that, there was much to be said for how it was he did not assume the attack from the girl. Antioch seemed more interested in snapping at the wolf's heels, driving him to wheel and open himself again and again to the dog. This, Antioch thought, was an appropriate response. Of those fighting, he considered himself the most dangerous and therefore the target of most concern.

This was predictable.

Antioch wanted to see how far the girl was prepared to defend whatever it was – honor, loyalty, or something else – that had driven her to attack. More importantly, he needed to see how the Outsiders would respond to what he had already decided destined to happen.


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POSTED: Fri May 27, 2016 10:24 pm

There was nothing heroic or romantic about fights.

Sometimes in the stories they were made to sound that way -- but this because a golden-tongued teller could spin words so each movement, each parry and lunge, was a poetic line of its own.

In reality, every fight was the same: stiff-legged, glistening-toothed, bristle-furred posturing -- and then the wild, noisy frenzy of two beasts who fought to kill as instinct screamed at them not to let themselves be killed.

Jehan, who'd never been raised on such stories, hadn't been misguided, but at the same time he was shocked by the ferocity of Clover as she went at the wolf. Her yelps were sharp, but for each noise she made, the wolf answered with a hurt yip of his own, as they whirled and snapped and scrabbled in the leaf-litter. Teeth met in scruffs and heads shook to wrench the other off balance, and when Antioch jumped into the frey, the battle was only more chaotic.

Watching, helpless, Jehan nonetheless found a cry bursting from his throat -- hoarse, animalistic, terrified and angry all at the same time, a noise made by every witness and participant in a brawl.

The coyote harried the wolf, and when he spun to meet Antioch's fangs with threatening snaps, Clover lunged in. She was not so fast, but she was fast, and if Jehan were more attuned to their movements he might have seen that she was waiting for something.

The wolf wheeled toward Antioch, and his foot caught, and he stumbled. Clover went for the exposed, hairy curve of his neck. Jehan shut his eyes, and later he would only be able to recall that the blood had looked black in the night.

She savaged the corpse even though it had gone stiff with shock and bled quickly, grasping the neck and flopping the grimacing head, and spat when she was done. Her face was smeared and her eyes were strange, and when Jehan advanced toward her, reaching out with concern, she growled.


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POSTED: Sat May 28, 2016 10:39 am

Each blow was testing – daring in the act to cross to the point of proper hurting to eventual killing – and done so because so hair-trigger was the call when it came to fight and flight. Young things, due to size and inexperience, they instinctively did everything possible to stay alive. In many cases, such as loners, this meant avoiding injury.

They were not loners, though, and the wolf was. The mistake of superiority had silenced what might have saved his life. He had been dead the moment he crossed their border, but he was stupid and did not realize this then.

No killing was the same. In the dark, he did not see much at all, but his nose worked and he felt the wolf go limp. Sour smells joined the metallic tang of blood in the air. Whatever night creatures had not been frightened off by the wolf were now gone or silent, and the forest seemed peculiarly empty except for the sounds of their breathing and the girl's throaty growl.

Antioch made a similar sound, louder and more demanding.

Clover, he said, thinking her name sounded very peculiar and too soft for the moment at hand. Do you want us to keep its head?


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Jehan flinched back at the girl's odd growl. His throat pulsed with fear now that it was over. The last drops of adrenaline made his lips twist around his teeth in a strange grimace and raised hairs along his neck and between his shoulders, but he found himself overcome with a trembling exhaustion.

He'd seen men killed before -- but never, he thought, had he been this close. And Clover --

A snarl rippled through Antioch, rolling in the Secui's deep and muscled chest, and this was what snapped Clover back into the present moment. Her eyes focused on the coyote, and she bared her teeth at him -- but her furry tail crept between her thighs. Her gaze dropped -- just for a second, just to see the ruin of the neck -- and she grunted suddenly. She jolted to the side as if off balance to avoid treading on the body -- on her kill -- and she jerked her chin toward the Bellum and the borders.

Do what you want with the prick.

Jehan turned toward her. Clover --

She jerked her head down out of his reach and loped toward the trees. I wanna be left the fuck alone, okay?

The dog frowned and glanced at Antioch, then directed his miserable stare at his feet.



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