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- Itsihnalv Go - 08-27-2008 [html] Finding his sister had taken a great weight from his shoulders, but he did not want to return to the rest of the tribe. It was a foolish idea to do so regardless — especially if they were coming to meet up with the few that were in this area already. So Itsihnalv had taken it upon himself to scout out his possible home. He had set out with Ataya, his dark gray horse, early in the morning to go trace the western coastline as it meandered north. They had been doing fine until a scent barrier told them a pack — and one not comprised of wolves — was positioned in the crook of the bay, where it looped back around to the west. It was no matter for the duo; they simply took the long route around and continued until they ended up in the land known as Drifter Bay.[/html] - Corona Lykoi - 08-30-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____It had been only roughly a day since Andrezej had met his untimely demise along the shores of Drifter Bay and already she noticed that the rain had washed away the blood. It had been in the air, clung to her body, and permeated in her memory for hours. She was struck almost how oddly she had slept that night, it had been an easy sleep to fall into and she had woken from it early as she had the morning before. It had been like after Meth had died, though she had dreamt for weeks of hearing her cries against the creaking and failing of the burning wood as it had come down on top of her. But Andrezej hadn't screamed out in pain, he hadn't begged for his life. He had laughed, he had laughed right up into the moment Gabriel tore his throat out and left them all covered in blood. _____But Corona didn't feel bad about what they had done; she felt a sense of relief there. Instead she was more curious of what had gone on in her brother's head, what exactly had made him tick out of time with the rest of them. She presumed that whatever it was didn't stem because he had been exiled—it was in fact, the reason why he had been ousted in the first place—but of something that had gone on well before the fire on the other side of the mountain, before her mother had disappeared like a wraith into the night. Whatever was wrong with that boy she could not fathom and only hoped that whatever it was would never crawl up through the cracks of Inferni again. Or any family she was related to. _____Where he had died, maybe not much further away if not on the spot, was the place where he had been buried. Corona assumed that Rachias had done that, because she had been there shortly thereafter. The dark sand and stone had been disturbed in a way that was more than what they had done. And to think, she still had Andrezej's knife. She didn't know why she had kept it, other than to make sure no one else did harm with it and even at that, she knew that knives were pretty much only useful for that (because they were already equipped with their own cutting devices). Sighing, she didn't move from where she was hovering over the grave, half hoping she'd find answers she was looking for. - Itsihnalv Go - 08-31-2008 [html] [/html] - Corona Lykoi - 09-01-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____She wasn't standing there pondering things for very long before an auburn-coloured man turned up out of the corner of her eye. Corona wouldn't have thought anything of it had he not been a wolf; it could have been someone from Inferni. But the fact that he approached with such an expression and a question told her that he wasn't from around there at all. Still, she went on a slight defence of her own, ready and willing to strike him if he turned out to be more hostile than just have an innocent question. _____“Someone died,” she said, stating the obvious. “He was buried where he died.” She didn't go into details, though the tone of her voice probably revealed that it wasn't much of an occasion. A sad one, maybe even a little bitter sweet; but someone had been lost. She let her head hang for a moment more, and then levelled it out with the man. “You're not from around here, are you?” She had never seen the likes of him before, though that went for just about everyone outside of a few. Corona wasn't exactly the social butterfly of the year by any stretch. - Itsihnalv Go - 09-02-2008 [html] [/html] - Corona Lykoi - 09-03-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Though he didn't directly answer her question, she got the indirect answer in the terms of talking about settling a tribe down. This proved intriguing, though she was somewhat entertained by how vehemently seemed about what had happened. So someone was murdered, so there she was standing over the grave looking sad and he had to go and point out every little obvious thing that was already outstanding in her mind. “Then I'd suggest you don't settle in the north. This land belongs to Inferni,” she answered him, talking at the same tone and pace as she had before. Though the very ground they were standing on wasn't directly belonging to Inferni, it may as well have. _____“And there are some in Inferni who do not take well to wolves, especially ones that point out the obvious such as yourself.” At which point, her blue eyes left his dark ones and went back to the grave at their feet. “The man who is buried here is my younger brother. He attacked our family, my niece specifically, and came back to do away with us all.” So yes, he had been murdered, but that didn't make it wrong in her eyes. It had been justified. It had needed to be done. Though she desired to know what had driven Andrezej so, it was an answer she would never receive. - Itsihnalv Go - 09-28-2008 [html] [/html] - Corona Lykoi - 09-29-2008 [html] “No, they aren't.” It wasn't every day that someone wanted to kill their entire family. It wasn't every day that someone wanted to try and take over the family business before they were old enough and experienced enough to do so. Andrezej believed himself to be the exception to that rule and well, turned out he wasn't. In the end, they had put him back in his place and sent him back to the ground where he belonged. “Coyotes and hybrids aren't liked by some in this place, however. We don't go out of way to attack them, but they attack us on occasion because we're nature's scapegoats.” Devil's Rejects, something of that sort. She didn't know, but she was telling him what she did anyway. “So if you have anyone who is either a hybrid or a coyote, I suggest that you ask them to avoid going near a place to our southwest, Dahlia de Mai.” But maybe it would be better if his kind didn't even settle there. There were plenty of other places to go and set up a tribe, so why did it have to be there? With her eyes still focused on the ground at their feet, she pondered telling him that but decided not to. He was pigheaded enough, he'd learn in due time.[/html] |