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Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2011, 07:49 AM

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Whether it was nice or not, the silver-shaded hybrid could not say. She had always been a creature motivated by vengeance, and so in her mind, it was perfectly justifiable. Tact and niceness were another matter entirely, however -- somewhere outside the realm of morality, that pesky think manners came into play. The old woman had developed some over her long years, to be certain, but she was not the queen of nice. This much was obvious -- the only canines who received and saw her true favor and whatever soft side she possessed were those she shared blood with. Love had escaped her or died on her too many times to be open to this anymore, but the lines between those two kinds of love had become blended in some instances anyway.

“They asked for it, I think,” she said. True, not every skul decoraing their borders came from trespassers -- some were war trophies, some were simply unfortunate dead picked off by a hopeful Inferni canine hoping to impress the Legatus, others were not even canine skulls at all. She herself had found an old human skull, entombed in a casket as to keep from crumbling to dust, and she had perched it up on their borders. For the first time, the silver-shaded woman cracked a smile with her yellowed and worn teeth. “You don't like our border practices, though. Surely it's an offense to your morals and all,” she said, a statement mostly intended in jest -- however, like anything stated on the edge of the territory, it was feeling for a reaction, testing him.

“Kaena Lykoi, of Inferni,” the woman said, introducing herself and the clan quickly. It was not obvious from her Optime posture of her rank; there was a relaxed nature to the old woman's frame that spoke only of ease and a well-cemented place within the clan. “What do you do?” she asked, in a tone that indicated she desired skills useful to her clan rather than just what he liked to do.

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