name — frankie bday — unknown luperci — yes species — coyote gender — male contact — pm, plz. yeeey, temp. sie gets first dibs. <3 He moved in a most peculiar manner—something between a slither and a gimp that caused the tawny beast to stand out in stark contrast with the winter landscape. His breath billowed out before his narrow, scarred muzzle, exposing life within the veins of the beast that appeared more corpse than true flesh and blood. Sunken, glazed eyes—one filmed over in milky white—stared out from the skeletal face, seeming to need to blink less than the average beast and widened almost to frightening, immeasurable widths. He was a creep by observation if anything, limping along the plain toward the skull-laden posts that marked the border of a coyote clan. Nostrils flaring wide as a frightened horse, the creature circled one stake in particular, peering up and admiring the sun-bleached bone that silently regarded him with hollow sockets for eyes. Rearing up onto his hind legs, the creature seemed to reach skyward with gnarled paws, as though attempting to grasp the skull between his makeshift hands and admire the thing as one might a precious jewel. Instead, he simply succeeded in knocking it to the ground with a dull thump. Hair bristling along his knobby spine, he scooped the thing toward his chest and lay across it like some sort of land-bird protecting its precious, exposed clutch of eggs. Tongue flitting between yellowed, broken teeth, the coyote shifted the skull to his side and engulfed it within the confines of his bottle-brush tail—a more difficult task than imagined as the appendage extending from his rear was lacking any sort of life or natural movement. His tail didn’t even match his sand-colored body, but was rather a dark shade of dulled, faded brownish-black. Hair falling from the bone, even this part of his body was anything short of beautiful. Rising into a seated position—skull carefully hidden away alongside his body and behind his tail, he grinned a mad, cheshire grin like a pleased cat pinning a helpless canary beneath its clawed, agile paws. He’d gained his prize, but what he intended to do with it was another thing entirely. |
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01-24-2010, 08:08 AM
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01-24-2010, 08:22 AM
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The hybrid woman was on her usual route along the borders—head down, moving quickly with the clipped trot of the coyote. It was already big news what had happened the other day in the clan; a few Dahlians had showed up on the western border thinking they were big vandals, knocking down skulls. Please. As if they were the first; as if they'd be the last. That was the good thing about decorating one's borders with skulls—frangible as they were, it was ridiculously easy to replace them once the coyotes caught the vandalous bastards. A strange, low sound brought her attention; it sounded quite a lot like something falling. Her ears were still remarkably sharp for her age; she had suffered little in the way of decreased hearing, save for that which she'd encountered some years ago, thanks to Sal. The missing chunk of her right ear was virtually the only handicap to that particular sense, as was the missing right eye to her sight. Kaena had been one-eyed a long time, though, and she had many years to adjust to this strange perception of the world. Her pace slowed to the investigative pace; the hybrid took her time, picking up a very strange scent. It was faintly decayed, though certainly still alive. As the hybrid continued on, she came to a very strange sight—some unknown, black-tailed coyote, beyond scarred and beaten, clutching one of the clan's skulls close to his body. Narrowing her yellow-gold eye and lifting one of her coal lips to expose one of the long, sallow fangs in her mouth, the hybrid growled softly. "What are you doing?" she asked, her tone clearly indicating her annoyance with this sight. She wasn't stupid enough to mistake the canine for a Dahlian wolf, no, but this strange sight was certainly not one the coyote had encountered before. .kae-disorder p {padding:0px 35px 10px 35px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .kae-disorder b {color:#ffffff;} .kae-disorder {background-color:#40245F; padding-bottom:217px; padding-top:10px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:13px; color:#A376B4; letter-spacing:.1pt; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:14px; width:420px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html]
01-24-2010, 08:35 AM
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01-24-2010, 08:49 AM
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The coyote woman could have been intrigued by this strange sight, the patchwork coyote before her. It appeared he'd fallen, and someone had taken the time and effort to piece him back together again. The coyote woman did not wish to meet such a doctor or surgeon who could accomplish this feat; though certainly it was a miracle by canine standards of medicine, the simple-minded, marred creature it had created certainly left something to be desired. Kaena was no beautiful thing, this was certain, but even she found the other canine's stitching almost grotesque. The other coyote appeared to be a walking corpse and nothing more; his face was all skin and bones, his body seemed frail and on the razor edge of starvation. He seemed frangible, as if the slightest smack from her paw might shatter him to pieces again. At the coyote's speech, the hybrid's growl again sounded, her lips pulling back further in frustration at the strange creature that had showed up on their borders. He must have had some vague form of common sense, else he could've ended up on Dahlia de Mai's borders, and at their present state of affairs with canis latrans in general, this patchwork creature would have been torn to bloody pieces already. She took a step forward and swiped a forepaw at him roughly, aiming to bat him on the head. The silver-furred Centurion was hardly afraid of him; he was practically a waif already, and she might have outweighed him by forty pounds. "You have to earn your skulls around here," she stated, speaking slower now, enunciating each word carefully. Maybe speaking to him like she would speak to a child would help him understand; these were not his to take. "Maybe if you can send a few wolf heads rolling, you can have one," she added. There wasn't much point in taking him in, as Kaena saw it—maybe if these weren't more desperate times she might have turned him away for the simple fact that he appeared to be rather useless; however, wartimes certainly called for different tactics, and Kaena knew some coyotes were good for dying. "You do what I want? You can have it," she said, a little meanness entering her voice as she leaned a bit closer to him, her golden eye roving over him, settling on his tail. She still hadn't figured out that little piece of morbidity yet. "What's your name?" .kae-disorder p {padding:0px 35px 10px 35px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .kae-disorder b {color:#ffffff;} .kae-disorder {background-color:#40245F; padding-bottom:217px; padding-top:10px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:13px; color:#A376B4; letter-spacing:.1pt; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:14px; width:420px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html]
01-24-2010, 09:15 AM
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01-24-2010, 09:43 AM
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The coyote woman had determined that this creature was not particularly bright. Intelligence and beauty both were not top on the list for this creature; there was a tingle of something like pity in the silver-furred coyote's chest. Maybe if he proved useful he wouldn't be sent into battle with the rest of them—Kaena certainly would never say Inferni was too big; thirty-five or forty coyotes couldn't be too many. They'd have to take over Drifter Bay, then. Inferni was not frangible; they would not be shattered like the skulls the Dahlian wolves had broken the other day. They were just symbols, after all, and if one of them required to keep this creature before her complacent, the hybrid woman figured she could oblige. After all, they'd be replacing plenty of them in no time at all. Dahlia de Mai would be gutted; Haku would crumble. "Frankie, hm?" she asked, tilting her scarred head to the side, her expression changing from one of indifference to weirded out as the coyote seemed to spasm; it took her a moment to realize he was even scratching himself, so jerky and odd the movements. When he stopped, she continued speaking, still staring at him with that strange element of utter shock. "Well, uh. This is Inferni. I am Kaena," she said, leaving off the surname, which was a rare occurrence when she met new people. She didn't want to overload the poor thing's brain with information all at once, though. "Follow me, make yourself useful, you keep the skull," she said, gently tapping it with a paw, flipping it toward the other canine. Her golden eye leered at him, waiting for him to accept the offer. He seemed so damn eager to keep the skull, he might just do anything for it. .kae-disorder p {padding:0px 35px 10px 35px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .kae-disorder b {color:#ffffff;} .kae-disorder {background-color:#40245F; padding-bottom:217px; padding-top:10px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:13px; color:#A376B4; letter-spacing:.1pt; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:14px; width:420px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html]
01-24-2010, 09:59 AM
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01-26-2010, 10:14 PM
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Word Count: 318 Perhaps other creatures would not be so quick to take pity on a Frankenstein-esque creature such as this one; the hybrid half-wondered if that was where the name Frankie had arisen from, anyway. His tail was the oddest part of him, clearly taken from someone else's body. The hybrid figured whoever it was that had donated the tail was very likely too dead to raise a complaint about it anyway; it would appear the tail was in a pretty sorry state of disrepair along with the rest of Frankie. Kaena was not particularly enamored to this creature, but she did find him fascinating, a fact which her bright gaze served to evince quite well. The single eye never left the other canine as he claimed his prize, the pearly-white skull the coyotes had taken so much care to add to their borders. They were easily replaced, or so Kae figured—it had not been so long ago that she and Hybrid had taken down a poor lonely she-wolf and added her rotting head to the collection. There was a faint smile, even, on the silver-furred woman's face; she was a mother, after all, and this poor, beaten creature clearly deserved some kind of attention or love, even if it was not exactly the same as the type broadcast to a child. He was no Vieira, that was for sure, but perhaps he could prove himself useful in time, anyway. The hybrid woman looked at him and his eager one-eyed gaze, wondering just what it was that animated such a creature to live. Surely it was not all simple baubles like the skull; surely there had to be some deeper motivation? The hybrid coyote did not know; perhaps she would find out in time. Tossing her head, she turned and headed for the innards of the territory, trotting quickly and knowing Inferni's newest recruit would not be far behind. .kae-giftshae p{text-indent:25px; padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; } .kae-giftshae b{color:#5C4033;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-1px;} </style> [/html]
02-06-2010, 07:42 PM
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Truly, even he couldn’t defend his reason for living. He lived simply because he did, and no thoughts were given on the afterlife. When he died he would die, turning back into dust and nothingness, and so the better alternative was to live. To breathe, to see, to hear, and to do, taking in the sheer feeling of being alive--this was what kept him going. His skull was his prize, adored simply due to its morbid, bleached appearance, and he held it proudly within his jaws. He’d could help his darker nature, for he’d been made that way, drawn together from the spare parts of other living things and a coyote whose name now escaped him. He’d once had an independent existence, but it’d since faded from memory, leaving him with the collection of spare parts he now was. He didn’t even care where he came from, as long as the sky was clear and the earth solidly beneath his feet. He willingly, silently followed the she-yote, allowing her to lead him straight into the bowels of hell if she so chose. |