another century spent pointing guns

Kaena Lykoi · 12-05-2010, 08:27 AM

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The silver-shaded coyote had seen better days, certainly -- her fur had taken on a certain shade of gray, paling about her muzzle in places. The edges of the blazing red stripe, the only mark of color on her body, was beginning to become tainted with the same grizzled color she carried elsewhere. Her muzzle was exceptionally pale these days, too. Then again, in her own estimation, Kaena had never seen better days -- her scars had been with her since she could remember, some of them since early childhood. She had never been given an opportunity to be attractive, and thus she was less bothered by the physical signs of her aging so much as her literal deterioration. There was little vanity in the scarred old woman, and what little she had, she wasted on priding her blood and her once-great ability to fight.

The approach of another was welcome, and the silvery hybrid twisted her head to view the canine, finding a stranger approaching. Of course, this was a member of the clan -- they were deep enough into the territory that "intruder" was not a thought in the Centurion's mind, and she realized this might be Alyssum. The new member had already proven herself well enough to earn the rank of Hastati, and Kaena had intended to meet her anyway. “Hello,” she responded, a brief smile appearing on her scarred muzzle. “If you are who I think you are, it's good to meet you. Kaena Lykoi,” she said, introducing herself as well.

Not a moment later, the hybrid saw another moving in the distance, and her yellow-golden eye was surprised to make out the two-legged figure of Kesho making its way forth. She did not remember him having a preference for the form, though it had been so damn long she might be mistaking the red eyed man for another. In her recollection, nobody much liked their Optime forms for anything but fighting back then. “Oh, it's not so bad when you don't feel half of it,” the coyote remarked merrily. Her own coat was more or less built for this weather -- though she was coyote, there was a good mix of wolf in it, and she was more suited for this weather than her southern-dwelling cousins. Astaroth had been such a canine, and she could not quite remember where exactly Kesho hailed from -- if it was somewhere in the desert, it was no surprise he was cold.

“Dunno what the right name is, but some kind of human thing -- maybe you should get it? It'd help keep you warm,” she said, looking to the other canine for some assistance -- she seemed to be more knowledgeable about human adornments, as she was wearing clothes. “You know what I mean?” she asked.

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