moving on to a different place

Kaena Lykoi · 10-15-2010, 06:53 AM

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EVERYONE IN INFERNI HAS A STRANGE PHOBIA OF JOINERS, APPARENTLY. XD Also, medicinal marijuana? 8D

The silver-shaded coyote moved slowly about the border, her movements unmotivated and rather lazy. The winter chill had set in, and with it had come the aching arthritis in the morning, stiff-leggedness and wracking pain for the first hour or so after she woke. This winter was worse than any she remembered thus far, and the ashen hybrid wondered if that was a result of this particularly rough year. Certainly, travel had not been easy on her old bones, but nearly getting ripped to pieces several times over was surely worse. The only remedy she knew for such a thing was forced movement itself. If she moved around and loosened her joints up, it would eventually get easier. Or so she thought. She had been making double trips around the border, despite their relative quietness as of late, and the morning's ache only seemed to intensify. It had not occurred to her yet to visit Corona or even Enkiel—Gabriel's word about Eris actually engaging another member of the clan in a positive way had reached her—and all she knew was that it hurt to move.

Grumbling softly to herself, she pushed onward through the morning, shuffling slowly about and trying to make it seem as if she was simply moving slowly rather than moving slowly due to pain. The limp she now carried was exacerbated, and the more she tried to compensate and move differently on her other three legs, the more awkward movement became. Still, determination forced her forward, and it was relieving to hear the call of a newcomer for more than a few reasons. It would afford her the chance to stop and rest for a reason, and it was the first of such activity the clan had encountered in some time. By the scarred woman's recollection, Heidi was the newest member of Inferni, and she had been here at least a month. The sudden snap of fall cold might have made some think twice about venturing away from their homelands, however, and the silvery hybrid could surely understand that. She did not want to wander around in this sort of discomfort.

As the silver-shaded woman approached the source of the sound, she caught the scent of the newcomer—it was oddly familiar, tinged with recognition, though she did not know this scent. Perhaps she had forgotten it. As the hybrid came into view of the newcomer, surprise tainted her features, and her yellow-golden eye looked on this canine eagerly. “I know you,” the coyote woman said, laughing. “You have my nose.” She did not, in fact, know this canine—they had never met before. Even so, it was plain to Kaena that this was one of her own.

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