I can see you shiver and shake

Silas

POSTED: Thu Jan 26, 2017 1:08 am

Elisabeth de le Poer
  • Word Count: [252]
  • Date: --
  • Location: Drifter bay
  • Form: Optime
OOC goes here

Lis was finally feeling a bit braver. This time, she only hesitated for a little bit at the boarder. Twenty minutes max. Lis actually smiled as she crossed that invisible line. She was getting better at this. Little by little. Granted, the very thought of leaving Inferni, even if it was just for a few hours, freaked her out. Nothing good ever came out of leaving.

Despite her newfound and relative willingness to travel, Lis still couldn’t quite bring herself from going too far. For a while, she kept the Inferni skulls in sight for a while as she traveled parallel to the boarders. It was pretty easy to do since the only real landmarks were the occasional trees that dotted the snow covered plain. The skulls were familiar. Comforting. Even if they were from a different angle than she was normally used too.

The sun passed its peak and began its descent. The shadow beneath Lis began to stretch and her stomach rumbled a little bit. She absentmindedly rubbed her belly as she scanned the area. Her nose twitched, but she didn’t really smell anything useful. Lis tossed a hesitant glance back at the skulls. Her fingers twitched and she looked back across the barren landscape. Screwing up her courage, Lis began to head deeper into the neutral territories. She shifted down into her lupus form and put her nose to the ground as she walked. It was just for a little bit. Just until she found something to snack on.

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Last edited by Elisabeth de le Poer on Tue Feb 14, 2017 5:27 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Thu Jan 26, 2017 8:11 pm

408 words. Zacchaeus is approx. four months older than Lis, for reference.

The killing of the Salsolan wolf had made Zacchaeus bolder, though his guardian warned him against this. There was enough risk for them in this holy war without arrogance clouding judgment. Silas was not so deluded as to think that there wouldn't be several Boreas casualties, and he did not want his nephew-son to be counted among them.

Perhaps this was God's test. He thought of the Binding of Isaac, and tried to have faith that the Lord would not call upon him to make such a sacrifice.

The dark-cowled wolf rode through the tall, dead grass of the field, an eye on the buffish silver shape that ran ahead on all fours. He kept his halberd balanced across the saddle, his body straight and tense; this no-man's-land was frequented by both of their enemies, though already they had taken (or taken back) some of the beasts of burden that ran here.

But they needed to hunt, and the open land was familiar to Zacchaeus, who went after a rabbit at once. He returned with it in his jaws, wagging his tail and tossing it up to his guardian, who tied it by its legs from the saddlebags.

"This place is bountiful," remarked Zacchi. "D'you reckon we'll stay?"

Silas frowned. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," he warned, and the yearling uttered a good-natured wuff before racing back out into the meadow.

For some time they wandered, until Silas became aware of how close to the coyotes' borders they were. They were hard to miss; the skulls of one's kind hung on stakes and branches, a haunting reminder of why they were here. God knew that some of his kin must have rotted on one of those pikes.

He prayed that Jonas and Louis were the last Kaspers to die here.

At once, the yearling stiffened. Silas saw his dark hackles and tail go up moments before he bounded forward, and hissed. "Zacchi!"

The young soldier did not heed him. Silas rode after him, but pulled up when he spotted the pale-marked wolf roaming the grassland. A girl, younger even than Zacchaeus was, with undeniably wolfish features but an undeniably coyote scent. A species-traitor, perhaps; the Devil could get into anyone.

He stopped his horse, watched.

Zacchaeus rushed forward, snapping teeth some distance from the girl. "Where do you think you're going, sinner?"

POSTED: Tue Feb 14, 2017 5:44 pm

Elisabeth de le Poer
  • Word Count: [306]
  • Date: --
  • Location: Drifter bay
  • Form: Optime
sorry it is late

Elisabeth's nose hovered just inches above the ground. She inhaled deeply. Dirt filled her nostrils and she threw her head back in a violent fit of sneezing. Her head spun slightly as a rush of scents mixed together into an indecipherable mess. Elisabeth sneezed again, shaking her head as she tried to clear her nose. With a flick of her tail, Elisabeth took a few steps forward and tried again with a modicum of success. At least she didn't inhale dirt this time. Unfortionatly, there wasn't any trail either. Elisabeth sighed and picked up her head, just in time too see a wolf rushing towards her.

Lis backpedaled, hard. Her ears went flat. Her tail and heckles flew up like porcupine quills. She pulled her lips back to reveal her teeth and growled a warning at the male. He was a little bit taller than Elisabeth, but didn't seem all that much older. But he was a wolf and true to form, he was stirring up trouble. Surprise struck her like a blow to the face as he accused her of being a sinner. Elisabeth took a step back and growled again. How dare he!

"Wherever I want! And the only sinner I see is you, wolf!" She spat. Inferni was not far. If she just howled, they would be by her side in a flash. Vesper could drive the male off with ease. She wouldn't even get hurt. Elisabeth was tempted, but he called her a sinner. He attacked her like she was some trespasser in the neutral lands. If anything, she should be accosting him! Not the other way around. It was Elisabeth's turn to snap and she let all of her animosity coat her words."What are you doing here? This is where Inferni is. No wolves allowed! Especially not some stinking male."

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