'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012)
One love, for the Mother's pride - Printable Version

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- Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 08-19-2012

"I catch you mommy! I catch you!", the white and black boy exclaimed and Gemma laughed all the more and leaped away from him gracefully.. He struggled to halt his forwards charge and switch directions like she had. Gemma looked younger and more carefree in a way that belied all the damage done to her, she even managed to forget about her mutilated face and missing ear. This time Payne was in her way, for once joining in on their games of chase and catch. They were growing so big now, it was hard to believe what she had survived to get to this point. She laughed and taunted her oldest with her nickname which Payne disliked a lot,

"Xhexy!! You can't catch me!", The white, black and brown child growled indignantly at her and pounced, almost missing Gemma's quick feet. They ran around a bit more before Gemma began to tire and she allowed them to catch her. She flopped down on the floor and pretended to be dead while they pulled on her fur. They were careful thought not to pull on her damaged ear or the sparse fur on her left cheek, knowing from experience that it hurt her a lot.

Once they tired too, playtime came to an end and together they walked slowly back to their home near the town hall and the Great Fire. There Light seemingly materialized from nowhere and swiftly stole off with them to get into trouble the likes that she didn't want to know about.


- Vesper - 08-19-2012

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Actually not 100% sure whether Vesper'd know that Io came to IF, but blaahhhhh. (Sie, if you are stalking this and this is wrong, slap me.) Anyway, this is a bit awkward since Vesper is just lurking around the borders instead of calling or anything; I can change to a different scenario if you want.



Vesper was reluctant to leave Inferni behind, yet she found herself traveling farther south than she thought she would be comfortable with. A cruel sort of resolve kept her moving, an emotion completely at odds with the soft one calling her back. She wanted nothing more than to be able to race home, sneak into the village, and surprise her Aquila with a playful visit. Since they’d more properly confessed their feelings for each other, she longed to be with the other woman every moment she could—but she knew that their position as leaders did not allow that. They had duties to the clan, and they could not simply toss those aside to indulge in romance.

As another Lykoi had done recently—Helotes’ brother Jacinto, who’d bedded an outsider then forsaken the clan to raise the bastard pup. Vesper had not taken the news well, although she respected that Myrika respected the decision. In her opinion, blood family meant nothing; you needed a mother to suckle you, but once you were grown, it didn’t matter; and it certainly didn’t matter if your father was absent. Her own upbringing had taught her that, as she’d been alone from the get-go, cared for briefly by her feral mother before she became the caretaker in turn.

Apparently the mother of this child had come to Inferni, bearing gifts and proof that Jacinto hadn’t simply abandoned the clan, but Vesper was not entirely convinced. Betrayal was one of her greatest fears, and while she wasn’t absolutely paranoid, the situation was suspect enough for her cynicism to be justified. She wanted to come and check on the Tribe to be completely sure, although she didn’t quite know how to go about that. Outright spying was ridiculous, but asking questions would reveal that she didn’t trust the word of the AniWaya leader. Neither would help relations with the clan.

Conflicted as she was, Vesper did not directly approach the borders or call out once she padded into the Reserve surrounding the Tribelands. She only waited, resting her weary body and wondering what she should do next, curled up in her lupus form a decent enough distance from the border.

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- Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 09-09-2012

After her children had disappeared she had not much else to do, it was Tiva's turn to watch the Great Fire, granting Gemma time to be with her family and to relax. This Gemma did in the form of hunting rabbits. It wasn't very often she caught one, but once in a blue moon she would do and every time she tried she would be a little better, a little faster and a little more agile. Her constant practicing with her fire staff had given her a fluid grace that she had not possessed before.

This time was again a miss but she got close enough to snag a few hairs from the rabbit's fluffy tail, which she spat out in disgust. In the end she watched the brown creature dash away into the woods whilst she stood panting. She was closer to the borders that she had been on her own since her attack and a shiver fled up her spine. She was about to turn and return to the village when the wind suddenly struck up again , blowing against her from the outside. Instead she turned her face to it and breathed in breaths of the cool air, filtering out the scents of pine and other plants. Then a canine scent came to her that immediately had her fur prickling. It was mixed up like hers was, some coyote and some wolf, it picked at her memory until the image came to her of a patched and scarred coywolf with a missing ear. Vesper. Who she had shared a night with.

She continued to breathe in the air just to make sure she hadn't mistaken herself but it came flooding back now, unmistakable. Excitement filled her and her white tail began to wag. She trotted forwards a couple hundred meters closer to the borders that she was almost upon them. She yapped, a coyote noise, and then barked deeper, a more wolven noise. She padded past the border and into the Reserve. She hoped Vesper had heard her and remembered her, she remembered Vesper.


- Vesper - 09-09-2012

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Vesper was wondering how best to approach the situation when a yap reached her good ear and caused her to start. She scrambled onto all fours and blinked with confusion when a deeper bark followed the first call, but she could hear well enough still to recognize that the two were the same voice. The two noises spoke of dual heritage, and her tail began to sway uncertainly until she caught sight of a pale coat amongst the foliage at the edge of AniWaya territory.

For a second, the Infernian stood stock still, blue eyes roaming over the other female as she came into view. They missed nothing, certainly not the lack of an ear and the deep facial scars. Another might have paused to judge, but Ves only reasoned that she had quite a few new distinct scars of her own since the war with the Scintilla wolves. Otherwise, the snowy coywolf before her looked healthy—speaking of, if it wasn’t already obvious from her scent and the direction from whence she came, a more sheltered life.

“Hello, beautiful,” Vesper greeted, tenderness touching her eyes although it was a different kind of tenderness than the last time they’d met, less intimate but no less kind. Her tail wagging, she trotted up to Gemma and leaned forward to nuzzle her in a friendly fashion, inhaling her pack scent. “It’s nice to see you again.”

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- Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth - 09-26-2012

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Big Grin lol Gemma be jealous of Myrika

She pranced forwards, as excited as a newborn lamb taking its first steps. Not often she worked herself up into a happy little mood similar to what flooded through her. She pushed her head forwards, nuzzling Vesper's own scarred face, licking at the missing stump of her ear. They had spent only one night together and yet Gemma felt so deeply and fondly for her, she responded with a deep laugh and a shy voice, "Beautiful yourself." Her tail stood high in the air behind her and at a distance her posture might be mistaken for aggression or dominance but.. she was just so happy that she couldn't bear the thought of putting it down.


She wound her way all around Vesper like a coiling snake, pushing her pale body against the coywolf's more patterned one. Gemma still felt the stirrings of lust for the Inferni woman but squashed them down, there was the scent of another that clung to Vesper and instead a strange jealousy rose. "You smell different, more important. Did you gain rank?" She asked curiously, she could have no idea that since their meeting Vesper had been promoted to sub leader of Inferni.


She ceased her coiling and instead sat down in front of the sheyote, her head cocked to the side inquiringly, "Why are you here? So far south..."


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- Vesper - 10-04-2012

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Poaaar Gemmaaaa! +363



The happy, prancing creature before her was far different than the melancholy but sensual woman she’d met on the beach, but Vesper was glad. The happiness infected her, and while she didn’t hop about and beam as brightly as the snowy-furred coywolf did, she smiled very gently and looked differently than she usually did: softer, less worried and stern, not so much like a boyish little fighter and more like a woman who’ d seen and appreciated the world. It was a telling change, but she didn’t stop to dwell on her own differences, instead pushing her muzzle into the other’s coat and chuckling as the other complimented her, resigned to it. She wasn’t conventionally beautiful like Gemma was (or had been, one could argue), but she’d had enough people tell her otherwise to not care about the compliment if it was meant well.

The other wound around her, and Ves stood still against the pressing then grinned at her question. “I’m the Centurion of Inferni now, second only to our leader, the Aquila,” she replied. She guessed her scent was a bit stronger and more dominant than it had been, if not overbearingly so. She was also aware of the softer, muskier, horsy scent of her lover that clung to her, but she didn’t say anything about this. Instead, she grinned and nudged the other with her head just before Gemma went to take a seat. “You smell different too,” she teased, though the reasons were more obvious. Yet there was a whiff of something else about her, something she couldn’t pinpoint yet.

“I’m here on business,” Vesper admitted reluctantly; she hadn’t thought about meeting an old friend and dumping her issues onto them. “An Infernian came here not long ago; I guess he’d fathered a child with an AniWayan. I wanted to see if—” And then her ear snapped up, her nostrils flaring as she realized what had been off about Gemma’s scent. “Do you have—” she tried, and her tongue stumbled over the words. She knew Jacinto’s mistress had been a coydog, and not Gemma, but that didn’t change the fact that the scarred woman smelled of children.

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