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- Jedidiah - 01-12-2010 [html]
[/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 01-12-2010 [html] Y helo~!! Words: 533. The silver-furred hybrid was busying herself in the center of the territory for once, trotting slowly about the caves to check in on different members of the territory. The silvery coyote knew there were several new members to the clan, but it would seem that most of them had decided to settle elsewhere, for the caves held very little extra activity. There were new scent trails, some of them entirely unfamiliar to the hybrid woman, but none of them unwelcome. The coyote radiated outward from the center of the territory, her coyote trot carrying her quickly across the waste. She did not dawdle, but there was no particular purpose to her stride—she was simply investigating. She was on alert, as was the rest of the clan. The ashen coyote had no destination on her mind, but a trek around the borders was never an awful idea during these times. Their recent influx of joiners and newcomers had her quite pleased; numbers were still quite important, even if none of their newer members were as time-tested as the hardened core at Inferni's center. It was alright. Sometimes war required hardened soldiers; sometimes it required waves of dispensable coyotes to fling at the enemy. Kaena did not hold the hopes that every one of Inferni would survive this—she could only hope it did not cost her someone very dear. The thought of losing Halo or Razekiel or Gabriel or any one of her family sent a shiver of fear through her. She could not live without them. This was a strange swing for the coyote who had been the only one of her kind early in life, left alone in the world thanks to murder and unrest within her own family, separation from both her paternal and maternal ancestry. The hybrid woman knew next to nothing of either of her histories—just what she'd discerned from her mother's senseless psychobabble and what she recalled from her father's talking. A sound roused her attention, and she paused for a just a moment. Before the sound had even died on the other canine's lips the Centurion was off quickly, her coyote trot carrying her toward the source of the howl. She had recognized who it beckoned for, naturally—Gabriel's name was not lost on Kaena. Still, with who else had shown face on their borders recently, the hybrid took no chances; if Gabriel was called here, then so was she. The other canine came into view after a short time, this other coyote who'd called for the Aquila. The coyote approached rather quickly; though she did not recognize this coyote, it was highly unliked he posed the same caliber of threat as Vitium had the day prior. "You call for my son?" she asked, flicking an ear. The hybrid did her best to radiate calm confidence, keeping her face still and free from signs of the anxiety and misery that had plagued her. She was getting better—not fully healed, not by a long shot, but this creature was even a far cry from the nervous, shattered creature who had wandered from Dalhousie to the coast, too frightened to even head home without an escort. - Jedidiah - 01-12-2010 [html]
[/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 01-13-2010 [html] 397 Though the coyote woman did not subscribe to religious notions, she was not particularly derisive toward them. Whatever gave a coyote purpose to live, she had to respect that. As the other canine spoke, the hybrid remained attentive, though she could hardly understand such things. Kaena had never felt an invisible presence in her own life; there was no towering and omnipotent being to guide her way through life. What she had, she had carved for herself, built out of flesh and bones and the tanned hides of others she had bested in her life. Still, her own lack of faith did not mean she had to be nasty toward others' beliefs—for all her viciousness the coyote could not find it in herself to completely disregard another canine's beliefs. Even so, she was not absolutely certain how to react to them—she found herself rather uncomfortable in this situation now, uncertain as to how to react to the other canine's speech. The coyote decided it was best not to comment at all, instead keeping her own atheistic nature to herself; it would not do to confront one so strongly following a faith with her own lack thereof. The silver-furred woman took a moment to think over a response, the other canine added another statement that drew a look of surprise for Kaena. Perhaps faith had its uses after all, if they could be directed to Inferni's purposes. "Gabriel is our Aquila. My son, too," she informed the other coyote. There was a certain degree of pride in her voice as she spoke of Gabriel's relation to her. The silvery hybrid was naturally suspicious of wolves and their motives, but she did not think this stranger posed a threat. His story matched with his appearance, anyway—he'd mentioned the south and from the smaller canine's build the Centurion could see he was obviously built for warmer temperatures. "How do you know of Gabriel?" the silvery hybrid inquired, curious to see if this might lead back to the places Gabriel had seen. California might still be aflame thanks to him, and certainly the coyotes of Scintilla would still know him. It was not too many months ago another who had served beneath him during these wars had come, chasing Gabriel to these far ends of the earth. It would not surprise her if another one had showed up. - Jedidiah - 01-13-2010 [html]
[/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-13-2010 [html] Word Count: 561 In Character
With the stress and constant patrols of the borders wearing down on his shoulders, Gabriel found rest something that was a rare commodity now. When he did manage to sleep, it was rarely for more then a twenty minute period at any given time. Then, for anywhere between four and eight hours he would be up, training, hunting, or keeping ever vigilant on his borders. After so many trips around the Waste and their outlying borders, Gabriel’s motions had become mechanical, rehearsed, and he barely had to think while he did such a thing. He managed to find very little out of place, and this struck him as peculiar. Things would not be calm for long; Gabriel, certainly, intended to make sure of that. There were only a few things left in his den to keep him comfortable, and these were the things he was currently lying on. A few fur pieces, a blanket from the city. They were small things, but he was so tired that sleep came quickly and easily. Except, of course, for when he was awoken by the sudden call out in the distance. Both eyes snapped open, irritated, and he pushed his body up from the ground with a grunt. Though he did not really want to deal with any joiners, it was prerogative he do so if they asked for him directly. Especially considering that those who knew him by name were either returning members, or, perhaps as the paranoia suggested, spies sent by their neighbor to the south. Haku and Dahlia de Mai were clever, but he didn’t think they would think such a thing would be wise. Gabriel had no patience for liars, and Anselm was like a living lie detector. Between the two of them they would cut down any sort of malicious intrusion in their home. So, now irritated, the Aquila’s large paws trotted quickly down from the caves and towards the borders. His body ached, though the majority of this pain was in his shoulder. It was a combination of the cold and wear, and something that was a singular weakness that drove him mad. Frustrated by this deep, aching muscle, Gabriel snorted from his nose and quickened his pace. The faster he got this over with, the faster it would be dealt with. As he neared the source, his mother’s scent rushed into his nose. Soon enough he found her, standing opposite of a coyote whose reddish fur instantly caught him off guard. He had not seen coyotes that shade for years, and instantly, the stranger’s size set off connections in his brain. This fellow had to be from the south—they were bred differently down there, as was evident by the way both hybrid Gabriel and his more-coyote mother both carried much darker fur. As he approached, he managed to catch the last question from the coyote, and his ears fanned forward to a crown atop his head. “Inferni holds itself as it always has,” he answered shortly, coming to a halt next to his mother. By all rights, even though Inferni now followed his rule, he still would have no right to call himself leader were it not for her aid. “Who are you?” He asked bluntly, amber eyes studying the stranger as he might a racehorse, or an unfamiliar dog that might carry disease or bite. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Kaena Lykoi - 01-15-2010 [html] Gabe's avatar is love. And akjfskdf post is absolute crap but I feel horrible for making you wait and skjgksdjg. I am so sorry. D: 337. The coyote woman simply was not instilled with religion; perhaps it simply was not a common concept in her time. She had been raised in an entirely different world; her mother, at least, was certainly a Luperci, but her father and everyone else until two years old that she held good memory of had not shifted. She had been unaware of her own ability, though certainly it was innately born. However, with no one to prompt her to shift, with no one to tell her of the ability or show her how it was used, she simply did not know it existed. The world when Kae was born had been very different, indeed, and the first years of her life reflected this quite well. Religion and human technology, books and education—these things were simply not within that world. The world had changed, however, and this coyote was evidence of it. Traveling long distances was common for canines, for sure, but they rarely did it for reasons such as this one proposed. The hybrid did not expect to be alone for long, and it was Gabriel who showed his face first, before the silver-furred coyote could propose an answer to the other canine's words. She gave the stranger coyote half a scar-twisted smile and shifted her gaze quickly to Gabriel, indicating he was the one to speak to. What she knew of his religion and his time spent in foreign lands was very little, and now that Gabriel himself was here to speak on it, Kaena's presence seemed almost unnecessary. She had dropped her posture automatically when he came upon the pair of coyotes, and it was certain for the other canine to pick up on that deference. Even if Jedidiah had never seen Gabriel, there was no mistaking a leader, and Gabriel appeared every bit the Aquila he was. There appeared to be no weakness in him—his thick winter coat made him appear even larger than usual, and his half-coyote mother seemed petite in comparison. - Jedidiah - 01-15-2010 [html]
[/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-15-2010 [html] Word Count: 415. In Character
Gabriel had expected anything. Except what he heard. This was all too apparent in the sudden shift in his face, where his amber eyes widened just slightly before they narrowed with a dire and terrible suspicious. His muzzle crinkled, just slightly, and his stance tensed. After three years (had it really been that long?) his past had come out of the wasteland of the southwest and brought itself to his doorstep. Scintilla was a long abandoned place in his past, but the boy did not name his home by this name, and to Gabriel, this told him he was not a part of it. One of the smaller clans, raised high up in the mountains in the desert. Those coyotes were hardy, and had lived as their ancestors for long years. That was why this boy looked familiar—he looked like they had, scrawny and red-furred, as if spat out from the clay itself. The fire had been sent by God, and Gabriel would never say otherwise. Yes, his hands had been the ones to bring it down, but he would not have done so if there had not been the Word. He let his face fall to slate, and remained stoic, listening as the boy spoke about him as if he was a prophet. Uncomfortable, suddenly, with his mother hearing such a thing, Gabriel spared her a glance and then turned back to the boy. “Faith has little place out here,” he said flatly, though he still bore the cross around his neck as he had for longer then he could remember. “You do well to remember that. We’re not fighting a holy war, we’re fighting for survival.” The wilderness was a faithless place, and Gabriel had known that when he had returned. It was not his intention to bring the Truth to the people here, and never had been. Corona knew of his religion, as did his children, but he had never pushed his faith on the people here. They didn’t need faith, they needed to survive. That was what separated Inferni from Scintilla, and Gabriel knew it. “If you want to serve, I’ll take your help. We’re fighting a war with Dahlia de Mai, to our south. Their leader’s a devil,” he said with more conviction then perhaps anything else he had spoken. If Jedidiah understood nothing else, he would understand that. Gabriel stared hard at the boy and the corners of his mouth turned down, just slightly. He would not survive. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Kaena Lykoi - 01-15-2010 [html]
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[/html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-17-2010 [html] PM me about it. :] Word Count:356 In Character
For the way he spoke, Jedidiah might have believed himself a man of faith, of the Lord and His place on High. The boy knew nothing. Gabriel had seen faith; he had seen it in Eli’s terrible providence, in the way he used rattlesnakes and such terrible words. Eli had broken men twice over before they had even realized he had done such a thing. Gabriel was nothing compared to the faith healer, and had never believed himself worthy or able to bring the Truth to those who did not believe and did not know. Even when he had ascended to a co-leader in the Scintilla war, it had been Eli that had guided his faith and been his right hand, and Eli alone who would be able to speak the Lord’s wrath without using true fire. Gabriel might have heard The Voice, but it was Eli who spoke it. Jed’s faith would waiver here, and he might turn weak if he relied on such a thing. Still, the boy did not falter and did not back down, and offered his life for nothing more then the fact that Gabriel led here. Had he known the doubt in the young man, and had he known that his faith was not that of fire and brimstone, he might have turned him away. The boy would break. He would fall to ash and salt before the end of days. If he did not turn hard and if he did not toughen up, there would be no place for him here. Haku Soul and the weight of days would crush him ultimately. Kaena’s voice asked the question he had not, and the boy’s answer was satisfactory. They had a need for healers, however unskilled they were, and he did not try to fool anyone with his size. There was no point in throwing the smaller southern coyote headlong into a pack of wolves. “You can stay here,” he answered flatly. “Inferni needs capable hands. I’m warning you now,” he paused, focusing both eyes on Jedidah’s own. “Do not rely on faith to guide you. You won’t survive out here.” <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-17-2010
- Kaena Lykoi - 01-18-2010 [html] Yes'm. Shortpost is short. XD We can OOC say Kae + Jed wandered around a bit, if you'd like--maybe she showed him the Caves or the Mansion, or wherever you choose to settle him down at? :o Also, PM me about threadage as well. XD I'm down. 350. It was good to be close to Gabriel again; the tawny-furred hybrid did not even seem to want to delve any deeper into the hybrid's recent problems as of late. The attack had been mentioned, they'd attempted vengeance and they'd try it again and again until they had it—of this the silvery hybrid was absolutely certain. Haku would not lead Dahlia for very long; the coyotes would not stand for it, and if he managed to crush them the other packs would rise to meet him. Monsters and tyrants did not lead for very long; this was perhaps why fair, mostly even-tempered Gabriel had succeeded in Inferni for so long. The coyote listened to Jedidiah intently, trying to memorize all she could about him. There were many coyotes within Inferni now and the hybrid woman was not absolutely certain she could keep them all straight; their numbers had swelled beyond anything she'd seen before in her life. The clan had never had this many members before in its life; with Jedidiah's addition they were four away from thirty coyotes. Normally, during the harsher winter times, Kaena assumed that the membership requirements would have become more strict—too many coyotes meant too many mouths to feed. However, Kaena figured with the war well underway, they simply could not afford to turn anyone away. They needed soldiers. Gabriel seemed to be in perfect accord with Kaena's feelings on the matter, and he was quick to accept Jedidiah to their midst, with a strong warning regarding his faith. The hybrid found this strange; did Gabriel not subscribe to the same system of beliefs as this newcomer? The coyote woman did not think this was worth questioning, and so she remained quiet, instead giving Jedidiah a small smile of encouragement. "You'll be a Tirones for now. If you'd like, I'll show you around," the hybrid offered. It was a part of her duty to assist new coyotes in becoming acclimated to Inferni—and any opportunity to learn more about their latest addition and where he belonged in their ranking system would certainly help. <style> .kae-falls p {padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; text-indent:25px;} .kae-falls b {color:#640000;} .kae-falls {text-align:justify; width:400px; padding:240px 0px 1px 0px; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_fall.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:8pt; letter-spacing:.1pt; background-color:#C74A46; border:1px solid #000000; } </style>[/html] - Jedidiah - 01-26-2010 [html]
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