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- Anselm de le Poer - 07-26-2008 [html]
- Nikita Eirisa - 07-26-2008 [html] The coyote cursed loudly as the tent she had been trying to pitch once more decided to cave in. She had become pretty good at setting up such temporary shelters along the months of living on the road, but she was becoming pretty sure that this one was possessed… or just generally wanted her to fail. She was just beginning to gather everything up and was half-way between a decision to try again or just toss it in a pit somewhere and burn it when a soft howl rose to her ears. Pausing to see if Laurel would want to go and meet with whoever was knocking at the door, she decided this visitor would be hers. She dropped the various tent supplies and rushed off towards the sound. [/html]
She met a wolf on the borders, though his slightly tapered look gave her the feeling that he must be some percentage coyote. That was fine with her. Coming up close enough to greet him with a, “Hey,” she stood with her arms crossed. On several occasions she had been poked fun at, seeing as though such a small creature looked comical in the process of looking so intimidating. She found it positively infuriating. Nevertheless, she didn’t move an inch from her somewhat defensive position (call it a bad habit) though she did attempt a neutral facial expression and equally nonthreatening words. “You rang?” Despite how she might have appeared, she was quite curious. - Anselm de le Poer - 07-30-2008 [html]
- Nikita Eirisa - 07-30-2008 [html] Perhaps it was the rarest to see someone in a half-shifted form, but she didn’t really mind much at all. She simply nodded at his reaction — thinking about how much better it was than the other wolf she had found prowling around on claimed lands — and loosened her defensive position up marginally. She ignored the curiosity in his eyes as she had mostly gotten used to it (with the whole coyote-shifter and clothes thing) and went on to glue his name to his face. Anselm. “Nice t’meet you, Anselm. I’m Nikita.” With the introductions through with, she focused more on what the meaning of this meeting would be. From his scent, she noticed that it was overlaid with that uniformity of a pack. From the percentage of coyote she could tell in him and the disgust at the other wolf’s thought of coyotes being anywhere but Inferni, she wondered if Anselm was one of them. It was all the more interesting if he was, of course. [/html]
She answered his question with no hesitation. “Yeah. Well, kind of. I’m a leader along with my good friend, Laurel.” She paused, wondering what else to say, before continuing, “And, since I can guess you’re from another pack, I imagine you can take home the news that we’re totally peaceful. Just a bunch’a folks trying to settle down for a little bit.” She didn’t want neighbors to think that they were rampaging warlords coming to try and take all the land, did they? - Anselm de le Poer - 08-03-2008 [html]
- Nikita Eirisa - 08-06-2008 [html] “Yep, that’s him,” she responded, nodding. She had thought it somewhat amusing at first, two coyotes who were practically brand new to this place had just waltzed in, collected a handful of wolf buddies, and created a pack. From what she knew, theirs was the only pack in the area that didn’t discriminate what kind of canine you were… at least, they didn’t to any point. Anselm here was part of Inferni — the definitely coyote clan, as she had learned blisteringly from the words of the wolf trespasser before — though he seemed more wolf than coyote. Oh, well; go figure. [/html]
She listened carefully to him, trying to largely restrict her emotions before he was done. Once he had stopped talking, she didn’t know where she stood as for emotions. They were kind of mixed up. It made sense, nonetheless, that he got the blunt end of the stick when it came to his being wolf in Inferni. And yet he seemed to get along, if she could tell authority in others at all. She understood his perspective, however; it was just as strange for her. She hadn’t ever really been a leader in a group, though most of them had been mixed-species. “I have to admit, it was strange for me at first.” The time from living with her family to living in the city — prior to meeting and traveling with Laurel — had largely been lived with only coyotes. “It… doesn’t seem like much of a big deal anymore. If the wolves that joined up with us don’t have a problem, there is no problem.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Unfortunately, not too many others around here share our thoughts.” A frown crossed her features for a moment as she remembered her quick skirmish with the loner that had wandered through days ago, refusing to leave and beleaguering Nikita for her coyote blood. None of that coyote blood had been spilled, though Niki had drawn some of the wolf’s. Her shoulder would be sore for a while, though it left a foul taste in Nikita’s mouth. She hadn’t held her temper like she should have… That was definitely something to think about more in the future. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-07-2008 [html]
- Nikita Eirisa - 08-09-2008 [html] Nikita quirked a curious eyebrow at his awed tone when he asked about places where coyotes and wolves co-existed so easily. It made a small smile spread across her features, though she made sure that there was no other emotion belying the expression. “Well, Laurel and I wandered a lot, so it was all around here. Mostly from the north, around to the west, and a bit in the south. We were all just gettin’ along, so you learned not to care who — or what, in this case — you were traveling with. Just as long as they helped you and you helped them, no one could care less.” She set her jaw thoughtfully. “It’s kind of… callous, but also somewhat interesting. It breaks down a lot of those old discriminations that seem to live so vibrantly here.” She sighed. She barely saw a difference between wolves and coyotes; they were practically the same thing, minus size and a few other physical characteristics. This place was fine, but these people had a way of making a mountain out of a molehill on that issue. [/html]
“Oh,” she murmured, interest sparking in her olive eyes as she remembered something she had meant to ask an Inferni member. “I heard on the wind that there was some bad vibes passing between you and some wolf pack?” It was a light question, though she was very interested. All that she had been thinking about before, possibly brought to life in a conflict between the coyotes and the wolves that lived around these parts. It was… interesting. In her nomadic life, there hadn’t been time for many conflicts; mostly just moving from point A to point B. They hadn’t stuck in one place long enough to really get under anyone’s skin… - Anselm de le Poer - 08-14-2008 [html]
- Nikita Eirisa - 08-15-2008 I hope your elbow's doing better! [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... sts/t4.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She smiled grimly at the glimmer in his eyes as she spoke, knowing that his interest in those places was very misplaced. The reason why there was no reason to hate someone’s species is because no one cared; you pretty much hated everyone anyway. You were always looking out for the number one, and whoever you could manipulate to get your ass through without dying was fair game. Nikita had been the manipulator, and the manipulated, to get herself through those toughest months of her life. In her mind, the strains between the Inferni clan and the wolf pack were minor compared to the stress and tension of every-day life back there. Nikita did not judge based on species often… though it was all too easy to fall in favor with those of coyote blood. As she listened to Anselm explain the situation more, she immediately found herself swaying to Inferni’s side. From what she saw, there was one fight that had turned to multiple ruthless casualties and kidnappings from the wolf pack. Before opening her mouth to speak, however, her mind put on a rare sprint and reminded her to keep neutral. Their little band of gypsies wanted nothing of war — they were, minus her keeping an eye on the territory and such, totally neutral and peaceful here. She cooled her quick temper down and spoke simply, though her sympathies were easily seen through her words. “Well, what they’ve done is surely unforgivable. There’s just the time when you have to wonder if fighting will do any good or not.” She paused, biting her lip for a moment. “In your case, quite frankly, I have no idea. Personally speaking, I side with you.” This coyote wouldn’t be leaping into battle with them anytime soon, but they at least they had the graces of someone’s thoughts and wishes with them. She would want nothing more for Anselm and his pack than to have everyone back and safe in their home, without the threat of war and aggressive wolves. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-16-2008 [html]
- Nikita Eirisa - 08-17-2008 Sure thing. ^^ You can have this fade out in the next round or two, if y'wish. [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... sts/t4.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She took it that Talitha was the name of the coyote that had been kidnapped. Nikita’s green gaze became somewhat hazy as she stared into the distant past for a moment, though she returned to the present a short moment afterward. Now wasn’t the time for lingering on memories. From what she saw, there was violence going between Inferni and this wolf pack just for the sake of violence — that was what it had stemmed from, and that was there it would probably end. It was how a shove became a fistfight, and a grudge became revenge. None of it really ended — it was all infinite. And it was all sorts of things that she had been letting go of. As much as she felt sympathy for the hybrid of Inferni, she knew that she shouldn’t get involved at all. She didn’t want to dig up that side of herself that she had been working on minimizing. The female coyote nodded finally, trying to divert her attention to some other matter. They were still mostly lingering around the borders, and she suddenly found that somewhat inhospitable. These were grounds claimed by a gypsy band — it wasn’t some fortress that she had to keep totally protected. And Lord knew that this guy needed a bit of kindness in the world right now. “Well, if you don’t have to head back real soon, you could stay for a bit. We’ve probably got some stew left over from dinner last night, and y’might find some interesting conversation if anyone else is left back at camp.” Surely a few hours distraction from the tension of home would do wonders for Anselm. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-20-2008 [html]
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