On the prowl

Lucia Cabriel · 09-02-2010, 05:48 AM

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It was strange how Silas seemed not to bat an eyelid at the fact a wolf was behind Inferni lines. Whether she smelt of Inferni or not, surely they would question such things? Either way, Lucia was grateful he didn’t cause a fuss – she wasn’t in the mood for it really. Not that she ever was, but more so today than usual. Perking her auds slightly, she smiled quietly as he whispered her name. It sounded quite intriguing falling off his tongue, and with his accent, it sent a tingle down her spine. She smiled lightly, and nodded as though acknowledging that he had spoken her name correctly, or perhaps, had addressed her at all. He seemed nice. What a blessing!

As he continued to speak, Lucia remained quiet, statuesque in appearance. She wasn’t really sure about the environment to be honest. She wasn’t scared or anything, but she hadn’t explored it before. She was always weary of new places – she had to be. Danger had a way of following her around, and she was sure Inferni would be no different. After all, did she not invite it by joining their ranks as a wolf? That was the biggest danger of all, and she had brought it to her front door. Oh god, she was a nightmare in the making. She could feel it deep down, and no doubt, it would get worse before it got better – she just hoped Snake would be there to hold her hand along the way; for she was certain that she wouldn’t make it on her own. She needed him, but the question was, did he need her?

Drawn back out of her thoughts, the ebony female watched curiously as Silas pulled back an old door. It creaked with age, and a cloud of dust shot into the atmosphere. Half-shutting her toxic coals, she followed the Inferni male carefully, winding in and out of the obstacles of abandoned crates and broken shelving units with precision and ease. Halting inches behind him, Lucia followed his gaze, her own malachite eyes widening with surprise at the sight before her. “Wow...” She breathed under her breath, not sure what to make of the situation. Looking around the environment, her mind raced with possible reasons why this corpse looked so well preserved. She decided it was due to the dryness of the earth, and the humidity in the air. It seemed plausible, thus she would share this information with her companion. He seemed like a smart individual, so she was certain he would approve of the topic of conversation.

“It would appear that the dusty dryness of the basement kept it preserved,” she remarked, her tone filled with admiration for his discovery. “What should we do with it?” She asked, watching him stroke the femur with some sort of pleasurable enjoyment. It was strange to see someone so drawn in by the dead; she hadn’t seen it since her meeting with a tribe a long time ago on her travels to Nova Scotia. It reminded her of some of her better days. A smile paused over her ebony lips, and she stepped closer to the male, attempting to get a better view of the skeleton. “Maybe we could put it on the borders?” She suggested, glancing over to Silas to see his reaction, “You know... paint it in Inferni colours, but have the entire skeleton up? You never know... it might stop the intruders a bit better than the...” She paused, a look of dislike momentarily on her face as she thought about the myriad of skulls that littered the poles of the borderlands. She remembered the wolves, and wondered if she had ever met any of them. The thought depressed her, but she shook it off hastily. Lucia was Inferni, and that was their protocol; she had no jurisdiction over who, or what, was displayed on their borders. She was an outsider, and thus, had no say over anything really.

“...It would look better than the wolf skulls, don’t you think?”

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