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- Corona Lykoi - 02-11-2009 [html] She wasn't so sure what had drawn her out to the place where Andrezej had died, but it was the place that she had found herself hovering over. Rachias had marked the grave, but Corona had a feeling that she would never forget just where her blue-eyed sibling had buried him. Your orphaned sister, she corrected mentally, not picking up on the fact that she was now no different. But like Corona had Gabriel, Rachias had Arkham. Who was alive. Who she had unknowingly crossed paths with. Everything was still different to process, though time had certainly passed quickly enough. While snow still blanketed and clung tightly to the ground, Corona could feel the dampness in the air that was different from the ocean. [/html]
Being cold was about the only thing that spurred emotion out of her and that emotion was displeasure. The girl who had read long and hard about the way things affected man emotionally could stand there to tell herself that hanging onto it all wasn't a good thing, but she couldn't get past it. Easier said than done, that's what it was. Always easier said than done. Easier read than done. She had been a flurry of emotions internally, but so calm outside. He had smoked and so she had picked it up just to do it, but absently. But sometimes it was easier just to light the cigarette, as she had done now, but do nothing with it. Never smoke it, only let it burn. It would only be when the cherry-hot end of it had burnt down to the end to seer at her fur and skin that she would drop it with a reaction. Any thoughts in the process were halted and dropped, a reaction saying that it was time to move on. So she stood there at the foot of Andrezej's grave, feet wet to the ankles from the earlier high tide with a cigarette burning slow away in one hand, both thinking and not. It wasn't about the brother she had lost that she thought about (because he was a heathen and not even deserving the name he had been given), but rather the things that Ahren had said to her the last time she had seen him. “The fire is a disease in our blood,” and she dared it to burn her. - Onus - 02-11-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 02-12-2009 [html] Even though she had heard the footsteps of someone approaching, Corona was far too distracted to have totally cared who was coming. Those steps across an equally rocky and sandy ground were ambience to the backwashed ocean around them, as well as the cry of the gulls that were always hanging around. But she was pulled from her thoughts when the strange coyote entered her peripheral vision, accessorized in a complete get-up that made her think of the coyote she had met in Laruku's cabin. Only this one, she couldn't see his eyes. Drawing the cigarette-holding hand to her mouth at point, her reaction was subdued to his question an she shrugged as the smoke curled from her mouth on the exhale. [/html]
“Not really. Just a madman.” Andrezej wasn't even worthy of being called a madman. He had been filth, to use a word used against her in the past. A heathen with a shit-eating grin. “What's with the costume?” she asked, drawing her gaze away from the dark stone that marked the grave to fully focus on the hat-wearing shifter. Maybe he was injured, afflicted with something horrible that he felt he needed to hide. Or maybe he was simply blind, though he did seem to carry himself well enough; regrettably she wished she would have paid attention to the sound of his gait then. - Onus - 02-12-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 02-12-2009 [html] It was who he was; she had heard something like that before. Not once before, but several times. It was a reoccuring theme in the world. And while Corona did agree that madmen did not deserve graves, she didn't say anything more on the subject. A grave was a sacred thing, regardless of who was buried there. Rachias had wanted him to have a grave, so he had a grave. She would not destroy it or otherwise do away with it, if only to honour her wish. Even if Rachias went away like Gabriel had told her to, she would make sure it was left alone. It was about all she could do for the sister who had already lost so much and so young. [/html]
But as for who any of them were, she wondered in the brief silence between them as she took another drag from the cigarette if he had something to hide. “Then I suppose you're an interesting man of mystery,” she intoned, eyeing him from toe to head. Jewellery aside, she wore nothing. The only thing that she lacked was the same mark that told Lykoi from Lykoi: the Chaos Star, but other than that she bore everything out in the open. “What brings you here?” Drifter Bay was a kind of dreary place, but it was the place where she had come across some of the more interesting creatures Canada had seen in decades. - Onus - 02-12-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 02-12-2009 *STABS INTERRUPTIONS WITH A STAKE KNIFE* ;___; [html] She flicked the ash off the end of the cigarette. Everyone was interested in Inferni. They had good reason to be. “We're quite popular with watchers,” she replied plainly, not feeling one way or another about it. Corona didn't care if they watched or not. She didn't care if they hated them all by association or actually thought that maybe they weren't so bad. “Where do your interests lie regarding Inferni, though?” Peculiar appearance aside, he was a coyote. Not everyone was tolerant towards them and Dahlia de Mai was certainly one of them. But they were getting better, she supposed, given the last watcher she had met at their door. [/html]
- Onus - 02-13-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 02-14-2009 Happy Valentine's Day! [html] “A suspicion?” For whatever reason, this struck her as strange. Most had been fascinated with them, if not perhaps morbidly marvelled over how they had gotten them to stay on the pike in the first place. Some of them were run all the way through, others were fixed as crudely as most thought them to be. She remembered that back over the mountain, some of them had been painted. But the fact that this man had already talked to someone who turned him away made her wary. Gabriel was really the only one she knew to be a conversationalist. [/html]
Taking another drag from the cigarette, she inquired further as she tucked a stray bang behind her wolfish ears. “Who did you talk to the last time?” There was a tone to it that implied that perhaps he had been asking the wrong person all long and maybe he had been. It really depended on what he wanted to know, but on the off-chance it wasn't Gabriel and say, maybe Hybrid or Ezekiel, then who knew what they had said. - Onus - 02-15-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 02-17-2009 [html] Had those heads on those pikes deserved what they had gotten? Corona couldn't really say, but not because she wasn't supposed to. “The skulls up there are older than I am, so I'm not sure I could tell you whether or not they deserved it.” Come to think of it, she wondered inwardly if Gabriel had found them lying around the Waste or had dug them up from somewhere. They could have belonged to anyone, wolf or coyote, even dog. Maybe feline, though the shape and size of the heads were far too consistent for that. “They're bleached from the sun, which only happens over a lot of time and exposure to the elements.” It didn't matter to whether or not he knew those things, but she told him anyway. It was in her nature, if only from the study of medicine that she had learnt it from. [/html]
“So who knows where they came from,” she said with a shrug and a shake of her head. “We only put them up there as a warning, anyway. Hybrids and coyotes here are the oppressed people and have been for years. If we stray too far from our home and alone, we get attacked.” But things had been that way for decades and Corona doubted it would have changed. Coyotes were the scavengers who picked up what the wolves threw away. “I hope you don't or haven't gotten the misfortune of meeting anyone who would rather have your head on a plate while you're here.” - Onus - 02-20-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 02-23-2009 This post is rather blah, sorry. :\ [html] “That's our thing. You'd be surprised how well fear works to keep them away,” but she had the uncanny feeling that he was well aware of this himself. A confident man would only walk around hiding his face and his body, she surmised, though not to say that all confident men or women or creatures alike would all act the same. “And it's nice to know that our neighbours aren't jumping on every traveller that comes through here.” Maybe Daliha de Mai was only set on attacking anything that came out of Inferni. She had never known them to get into a tangle with the coyote-run band of travellers than had settled during the autumn, but then again they hadn't lasted long enough for her to find out. [/html]
Then there was the whole other problem with some of them being sick, which she nonchalantly passed by in thought. Except for Jasper, who stuck out. “Did you come here alone, or with others?” she decided to ask, wondering if there was some method to the madness in attacking or if it was all purely random. Whether it were grudges or just someone having a bad day, she could never really decide what it was that founded the hatred between Inferni wherever it went. They only wanted to live their lives like anyone else, even if they took in those who had been wronged by their more-social cousin. - Onus - 02-24-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 03-05-2009 [html] “What a life to live,” she mused, wondering herself what things would be like if no one ever had to be alone. If families stayed together and there were no underlying thoughts of bellicose nature. She even wondered if there was such a way to fight the fire that supposedly flowed in their veins—they being her family—only to wonder why it was that she had not been afflicted in the way that her father had. Or the way that her aunt had. She may have even been in a class of her own, having possessed the mystical and rare blue of the de le Poers. Eyes of the hue that she shared with Mab, who as far as she knew was still even with the world. [/html]
But she cast her troubles and thoughts aside, saving them for a better time. “So have you had a chance to scout out the areas much? If you're looking to stay a while, I might be able to point you in the direction of somewhere nice and secluded.” Asking him to stay in Inferni was out of the question; that much she had gathered from his demeanour and what he had already said. If he had always been alone, then he was much more than just a true coyote; he yielded to no one but himself. So the least she could do was impart some knowledge to him, knowing good and well that a little help went a long way. Something many travellers had imparted to her, whatever their reasoning. - Onus - 03-06-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 03-17-2009 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rp/t36.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____So he was well-travelled. Good for him; proved he had more brains than the aimless wanderers that beelined for the first pack they could get their feet to take them to. “The city is good for many things,” she commented idly, despite having mixed feelings about it. Corona hadn't gone back since Ahren had died and more and more, she doubted she would entirely stray from Inferni. What was the point? She had everything she needed right there. “And I guess you know from others to probably be careful around Dahlia de Mai to our southwest? They don't take so well to coyotes, travellers or not.” She was certain he could handle himself, but it was something she told anyone that wasn't a wolf. In fact, that didn't even matter: she was more wolf than anything and she had still crossed a pair or two of unfortunate paths with the creatures of the bay side pack. _____“Actually, sometimes I feel like all anyone would have to do is look at them wrong to upset them.” - Onus - 03-24-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 03-28-2009 Sorry this post sucks... and I hope you don't mind me picking this place to draw it to a close. Just seemed fitting, imo. c_c; [html] As much as Corona would have liked things to change, it never would. She knew this without really having to think about it because it was something that ran deep in her veins. Something she had ignored for the longest time because she saw quite a skewed world. Her parents were purely mad in their own right, but she had never seen it. It didn't exist as far as she was concerned. Perspective, opinion, anything that could have changed their views gave them depth and in turn, another shade to play with. Didn't matter the colour or if it was in black and white, not everyone saw it. [/html]
“I should be getting back,” she announced, flinging the end of the cigarette into the waters behind them. “Perhaps we'll cross paths again sometime, but if we don't, then I hope things go well for you and your travels.” She didn't expect that he would stay long, because no one ever did. Some were bound to the place by some unseen chain but it seemed more and more had the ability to get out and stay out. Turning away from both the grave and the coyote, she started back to Inferni much in the leisure way she had left it. - Onus - 03-31-2009 [html]
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