the stars are all afire

Ithiel de le Poer · 01-05-2012, 06:16 AM

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Kinda assumed she was coming forward to the foods when her hackles raised? :3 Lemme know, if not good I can definitely edit. Also sorry for the delay, I feel bad, you are SO fast. o_o

Ithiel is by Kitty!

The man was uncomfortable with the thought of tabling with a coyote, and he was equally uncomfortale with the thought of allowing a woman to go hungry when he had so much to spare. In the end, his chivalry had dominated, along with his desire not to waste. There was enough of such in the world, and Ithiel de le Poer need not contribute to it. Humanity had wasted itself to death, after all -- if the plague had not decimated them, their habits and practices would have destroyed them in the end. One needed only look at Halifax's scar or the larger cities to the west for prime examples. The desert cities still burned against the sands in his mind; he could not erase their dusted streets and emptied buildings. Perhaps one day the desert would swallow this evidence of humanity, but Ithiel thought it would take many years. Perhaps by then, Luperci might even take up where the humans had left off, and the high rises would echo with the sound of life once again. Ithiel hoped he would be long dead before then.

She came forward, and although Ithiel thought her movement strange, he did not attribute it to injury -- her concealment of such was good enough to fool even his sharp scout's eyes. In any case, the lady was hungry enough to take his offer -- or perhaps merely intelligent enough. Ithiel, if he were in need of a meal, would not pass on such opportunities. While the trio of travelers from Scintilla had hunted their way across the country, the man thought a journey of such magnitude undertaken alone would involve quite a bit more scavenging. He was prepared for this, though there were no immediate plans to depart Inferni, nor any in the foreseeable future. His commander had sworn an oath to Inferni, as had Ithiel and his brother -- they were bound to the clan, at least for now. This did not mean he could not entertain ill thoughts about Inferni, which he had. It did not surprise him to hear the woman speak ill of the coyote clan, and Ithiel considered her words a long moment, as was his custom.

No, it would not, he agreed, and shook his head. Inferni would require loyalty and contribution. Does your pack not? he asked, ears twitching with a prickle of interest. He was, for once, genuinely curious -- both about her knowledge of Inferni, and her apparent homeland. The latter caught Ithiel's curiosity more than the former; the dusky coyote had never interacted with wolves in Scintilla. The few wolf travelers the Scintilla-born trio encountered on their eastbound journey were avoided or disposed of, whichever caught Kastra's fancy, it seemed. Ithiel had not enjoyed killing for such whim, but he did as he was ordered. This stranger was coyote enough for him to at least converse with. He hoped she might gasconade regarding her pack's culture and values -- such boasts were generally true enough for one to glean useful information, however hyperbolic they tended to be. Ithiel thought this conversation might prove more useful than his entire journey southward.

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