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- Ithiel de le Poer - 04-22-2012 [html] (434) tl;dr -- Ithiel be on a strawberry roan horse, talks to his vulture, sends him back to Inferni.
Ithiel's crimson eyes scanned the expanse of the marshes, but saw nothing. His nose twitched, and he inhaled deeply of the pre-dusk scents. Spring hung heavily in the air, pollen and nectar and all sorts of sweetness tinging the winds, but little else caught the dusky coyote's attention. His ears listened, waiting for the noises of charging horses or even the quiet snap of a twig as some careless would-be assassin made himself known. Nothing happened.
And so it had been for some time. This was frustrating to the dark coyote. He wanted to see and face his foes then and there, and perhaps this was why he had deviated (however slightly) from instructions, striking it out on his own in attempt to find whatever secret lairs their foes kept. He had no idea where to begin looking and, predictably, his efforts were thus far completely fruitless. The Caelum had seen neither hide nor hair of the contingent of wolf attackers -- not so much as a wisp of a scent.
Bairre moved beneath him, for Lystra was still wounded. It was healed enough to ride her without consequence, but Ithiel did not like the thought of riding a wounded horse that was not too fast on her feet even when uninjured. He might need to retreat quickly into Inferni, and so he had taken the strawberry roan horse. Friendly as he was, the sure-footed equine was equally as fast, and he could quickly carry the drab coyote back to Inferni, should he encounter undue trouble.
Perhaps he had gone the wrong way altogether -- perhaps he should have gone east, to the sea. The western lands were easier to secure, however -- there was only so much space before the land narrowed, and Ithiel did not think their attackers were crossing the isthmus from the mainland. At first, yes, but they were encamped somewhere now. Now, Ithiel was almost certain the wolves were to the east or south of Inferni -- somewhere within the peninsula. He was not certain whether to feel relieved or worried about this.
Zedekiah swooped low, startling the coyote, but he moved his arm up to catch the deadly-sharp talons of the vulture. They sank deep into the leather and Ithiel grimaced from the impact, which had rattled his very bones and shaken old wounds. The vulture murmured his lack of news, and Ithiel offered a piece of meat, instructing the creature to return to Inferni. He would return, in due time, too, but not yet. Night was coming, and night might offer a more productive search. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 04-22-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 04-22-2012 [html]
The dusky coyote watched his bird depart, big wings flapping to catch the updraft of the day's escaping heat. It was not yet hot enough to provide Zedekiah with optimal flying, and he was near-useless in the dark in any case. He was a bird more suited to the lands surrounding Scintilla -- hot and arid and dead, dangerous and far more foreboding than the flowering fields of the Waste and the bay. The granite-furred hybrid was not fooled, however -- even the prettiest grottos might hold a dangerous enemy.
Bairre gave a snort beneath him, and Ithiel snapped to attention, one lip lifting in frustration at his distraction. He was tired and it had been a long day -- it had been long weeks recently. The thought of them made his head ache all the more, and he nearly turned back and toward Inferni in pursuit of his bird. It was Bairre's reaction which made him hesitate -- the horse seemed more alert than usual, his friendliness still apparent, as if there was someone to greet. The drab coyote's mouth set in a thin line, and he eased the horse forward, more alert himself now that his horse seemed to have noticed something. His bow was still on his back, but he was ready to grab it and the necessary arrow all the same. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 04-22-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 04-22-2012 [html] (371) Figured Ithiel would notice the necklace quickly because he is a perceptive + attentive SCOUT THING, but he would be too sterpidz to actually recognize it (outside of being a man and paying no attention to WOMANLY ADORNMENTS). First paragraph = skip, just babble about how TALLLLLL Ithiel is. @_@
The grasses were not yet to their summer height, but already they provided good concealment for a foe without a horse. Ithiel, by contrast, stuck up sorely against the mostly flat ground, and would not be hidden even in the midst of the hot season. Though he hunkered over in the saddle somewhat, an awkward position exacerbated by the size of his horse, he was still tall. This tallness was an advantage and disadvantage both, particularly in land such as these marshes.
He gave a visible jerk as a canine suddenly stood. He saw only a pale white head and a loose cloak, and his hand was around his bow, two fingers around the end of an arrow in the nearby quiver, before he saw just how much of a coyote she was. His hand dropped, and he moved the horse toward her purposefully, reigning the eager roan in when they were near enough for him to be absolutely certain. She was a coyote, though perhaps queerly colored. Where his brother's coat was as pale as a silver moon, there were patches of coal and smoke in Aemon's coat, as well. All parts of this coyote's fur he could see were white, and there was a strange scent hanging about her, too.
You are in a dangerous area for a coyote, he remarked. She was a coyote, a woman, alone, and -- as far as he could see -- without a weapon; she deserved warning. Are you coming to Inferni? The question was mild enough, and he displayed little outward interest in this prospect. Recruits were nothing new to Ithiel, though encountering one while not actively patrolling one's borders might be out of the ordinary. His red eyes fell to her throat and spied the necklace there, though he gave it no more than a passing glance at first. Then, they were drawn back there a moment; again, he dismissed it, but found the thing would not leave his mind. The dusky man knew no symbolism behind the flower nor the coloring it bore, and it was meaningless to him -- he did not recognize it as anything he'd seen before. So why wouldn't it leave his mind? @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 04-25-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 04-26-2012 [html]
(--) TO THINK, I was gonna be a good girl and save this post for last to motivate myself, but I gave into the temptation. Thanks Kiri. 8B Also just realized in the last post, I superdashed in a sentence and had like three dashes because abuse abuse abuse, I like to abuse dashes.
Ithiel had accustomed himself to meeting all sorts of new cousins, though it had been a jarring experience, and not one he enjoyed reflecting on. It had been foolish to think he and Aemon were the only sons of Gabriel de le Poer, and more foolish to fail to consider more ancestral branches of the familial tree. Such thinking was childish, and Ithiel did not like to be reminded of his youth.
Bairre practically trembled beneath him, straining to greet one he no doubt already saw as his best friend, but Ithiel held him easily enough. Eager as he was, the stallion was also obedient, and he remained where Ithiel bid him to stay, though his extended head and pricked ears were evidence enough of his friendliness. When the woman spoke, Ithiel cocked his head and lifted a brow just slightly. As she stepped forward, Bairre did, as well, unbidden, and Ithiel had to rein him in again.
If you know of the wolf attacks, then you should know they attack coyotes. You should go somewhere that will protect you, the dusky coyote said. Inferni would do such a thing, but something about her made Ithiel uneasy. Perhaps it was the flower and how stubbornly it stuck in his mind, a meaningless symbol of nothing known, or perhaps it was the ghost-paleness of her complexion and the queerness of her eyes. They were red, like his, but also unlike his -- strangely pale, and almost clear, as if he was not seeing an eye but the deeply red flesh beneath. This unnerved him more than anything, but he retained control of his face, all the same. #ithielSie { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #ithielSie p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #ithielSie p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #ithielSie .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #ithielSie .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #ithielSie b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #ithielSie u { text-decoration: underline; } #ithielSie b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielSie b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielSie b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 04-26-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 04-26-2012 [html]
(301) And hilariously I only dashed once in the last post without intending to avoid such overdashiness. I am now apparently also abusing the word dash and putting it places it was never meant to be. I'm so sorry, dash. ;_; Also I agree WHAT OTHER THREADS THEY DO NOT EXIST. Except for a VesMyri you might enjoy because omfg adorbz. BETTER GO STEAL YOUR SISTER CASS, ANOTHER WOMAN BE MOVIN IN ON YOUR TERRITORAYYY
Because you are a coyote, and Inferni is where most coyotes go. Family, he said, shrugging the covered shoulder and averting his eyes from her, instead choosing to inspect the ground between them. He supposed he had family in Salsola, too -- hadn't someone said that, once? In any case, that branch had not reached toward this one, and as far as Ithiel was concerned, they were more wolf than coyote. I've served Inferni since just before the winter. I am Ithiel de le Poer, a scout, he said, introducing himself with a nod. As a coyote and a woman, she was entitled to his courtesy, of course, and Ithiel could not deny her this on some nagging feeling.
There are packs to the south, yes. Is that where you're going? he asked, rather boldly. She had asked questions, however, and he thought he was entitled to one in return. Salsola was not to your tastes, but there is a pack of traders to the far south -- one of them was friendly with me. Cercatori d'Arte, he said, remembering their name and the blind woman Hotaru. Or go into the mountains. There are two packs there, and you've already passed the third, said to dislike coyotes.
These bits and pieces were gleaned from Inferni meetings, fleeting conversations with cousins, and altogether secondhand information -- but Ithiel did not think it mattered much. Inferni was more important, it seemed. Though the subject was first broached by the Caelum himself, it had continued in seeming mutual interest. Still, the dusky scout had provided enough information on other enclaves of canines she might like to join, and did not wish to see her impaled on a spear. Would you rather ride than walk, wherever you're going? he asked, more pointedly. #ithielKitty { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #ithielKitty p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #ithielKitty p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #ithielKitty .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #ithielKitty .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #ithielKitty b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #ithielKitty u { text-decoration: underline; } #ithielKitty b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielKitty b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielKitty b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 04-27-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 04-27-2012 [html]
(308) UH YES? ALSO BECAUSE ERIS WOULD BE ALL, "ASJDAJSDIEFEFKF /STOMPS FEET." Actually, fuck it, she's like that at most things right now because Larkspur ded. 8|
Perhaps his surname was familiar to her -- she repeated it, looking at him. Ithiel thought he might know that look as comparison, but he did not know what he was being compared to. He did not know how to comment or ask, however, and he remained silent and still for her appraisal, nodding his head at her question. Not born there, he affirmed. Born in far west of Inferni. I came to find my father, and did not, he said, drawing up a little bit in the saddle, straightening and exhaling half a sigh. Found a lot of cousins and half-brothers, though.
He nodded at the name, his nose dipping toward the earth in acknowledgement. It was as close as Ithiel came to "good to meet you." She surprised him with her wish to walk, but his surprise did not keep him from turning his horse after a moment of hesitation. He kept the strawberry roan to a slow pace. It was easy, for Bairre seemed to wish to walk at her shoulder. The Vigiles kept his horse distant enough, however, for he did not wish a hoof to accidentally clip the pale coyote or some other mishap at the stallion's eagerness.
I don't know, he admitted truthfully. That would be up to Ezekiel, the Aquila, to decide, I think. Or Vesper, the Optio. The wolf attacks -- well, they might expect you to help the clan anyway, he said, shrugging. Perhaps that was not joining, but it was close enough. In either case, though, it certainly was not Ithiel's jurisdiction -- he was Caelum, scout, and not even the head scout, at that. Why would you stay without joining? he inquired, ears pricking up with curiosity. The horse's plodding pace was not an uncomfortable one, but he shifted in the saddle all the same. #ithielKitty { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #ithielKitty p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #ithielKitty p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #ithielKitty .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #ithielKitty .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #ithielKitty b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #ithielKitty u { text-decoration: underline; } #ithielKitty b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielKitty b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielKitty b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 04-27-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 04-28-2012 [html] (--) That would totally work until Ithiel figured out they're cousins, then he would want to go dunk himself in fire or something. 8B
The dusky hybrid was not disturbed by silence -- he needed certainty his words were truthful, and he did not frequently speak quickly and without considering the words first. Anger was an exception to this, as with all creatures, but anger was a rare emotion for Ithiel. He was not angry with the wolf attackers -- he understood them, in a way many others in the clan did not. He hated them, but there was no mindless red rage to accompany that hatred. Even that was buried deep, a low and smoldering coal rather than a blaze.
Bairre seemed to have finally calmed with something else to occupy his mind -- namely, walking. The pale coyote spoke up at long last, and Ithiel looked at her, though he could see only the side of her face and the back of her head, the long cloak she wore. The dusky coyote considered her answer with a tilt of his head, nodding. He supposed he could see the sense in that -- Scintilla had been a place full of coyotes, and Ithiel had known nothing else.
I understand, he said, simply. He could offer no advice, having no familiarity with such situations himself, and he though such advice, unsolicited as it was, might not be wanted anyway. Instead, he focused on her question, responding at length to this instead. Not at all. I thought my brother and I were my father's only sons, and I never even considered other relatives. My mother only ever spoke of my father, so that was all I thought I had. He fell silent a moment, considering. Does your family wait in Inferni? Among mine, maybe? It would not have surprised him, either way. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 05-03-2012 [html] [/html] - Ithiel de le Poer - 05-04-2012 [html]
(362) Actually Inferni currently has a ton of people they're not related to! |: ITHIEL ALREADY HAS A HELPERLADYFRIEND AND SHE SHARES 0% OF HIS DNA AWWWWW YEAH. Cassie and Myri, otoh, have LIEK BILLIONS of distantfuck relations because of Daituki's kids pooping out tons of kids and their kids pooping out tons of kids and more kids being pooped out and oh god.
Also fun fact: Myrika and Cassandra are simultaneously third cousins once removed and first cousins once removed to Itachi... and that is without taking into account any inbreeding (Myri/Cass, Firefly/Haku, wtf ever else happened omg). @_@
The dusky hybrid understood her predicament perfectly well, or so he thought: he had not trusted any of these cousins upon first arriving in the coyote clan. They had been -- and many continued to be -- meaningless to him. If one held every third cousin twice removed in as high esteem as a brother, one might never run out of new cousins to discover. The coyote assumed most families were like this, with hidden branches and entire unknown roots leading off to other trees entirely, whatever blood relation they once shared growing thin and weak.
She was my father's mother, he said, nodding. We have many cousins in Inferni, but blood is meaningless after a certain point. Parents are one thing, but... the dust-colored hybrid hesitated, wondering how he might phrase the idea. His brow furrowed, but he continued to speak, though it was laborious speech, slow and careful. I judge them friend or false and go from there. We should not look on every cousin as a brother, or treat him as such unless we are treated so in kind. There was madness in his blood, and he would deny his familial tie those who were afflicted with such. He did not like to think of these things, much less speak of them.
Sometimes we even have to treat siblings in such a way, he added, thinking of Ezekiel and frowning toward her back and folded ears. He did not recognize her surname and she had not offered her sister's name -- would it be insensitive to pry? Ithiel thought so, and did not. If you want to see her, you should go. If not, stay away. The rest of us don't really matter. This last was stated plainly, though not harshly -- he thought she might share his detachment anyway, but he wasn't certain and erred to caution. One could carve a life out anywhere in the world, it was said, and Ithiel didn't believe cousins and other distant relations ought to anchor a coyote in place. He was with Inferni because he had sworn an oath to it and Ezekiel, not for love of its members. #ithielKitty { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #ithielKitty p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #ithielKitty p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #ithielKitty .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #ithielKitty .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #ithielKitty b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #ithielKitty u { text-decoration: underline; } #ithielKitty b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielKitty b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #ithielKitty b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Cassandra Asylum - 05-04-2012 [html] [/html] |