still the days stay the same

Ithiel de le Poer · 12-08-2011, 07:49 AM

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Oh, Kae. |: Tl;dr version of post, because it's long and I'm a jerk and I don't want to waste everyone's time -- Ithiel stands near the edge in an indeterminate location, Kastra stands next to them, they're quiet and looking around, Kae (in a moose pelt, lawl) comes out of the Mansion and goes to stand near Ezekiel like the creepy grandmamamamamama she is.

Also: hot damn Inferni I don't think I've ever seen this much of a pack assemble so quickly before. o___o ♥

Ithiel is by Kitty!

Ithiel was not so far away from the meeting-place, but he took his time in arriving. He was not nervous about meeting the rest of the clan; on the contrary, he was rather eager for such a meeting, but he had business to finish first. Trotting toward the group, his approach slowed as he got closer. The dust-colored coyote skirted a small copse of saplings and melted into the edge of the group. He stood at a respectful distance from several canines he did not know, peering over all of them curiously. Most did not catch his attention; among those who did were a few big males and a very small girl with a corpse in tow. Ithiel was pleased to find it was a wolf's corpse, and more pleased to find most of Inferni seemed very, very coyote -- there were few with wolfish appearances, though such ugliness reared its head now and again. His own half-brother, leader, was more wolfish than Ithiel himself, who dismissed his own wolf quarter as utterly meaningless. He lived as a coyote; he was a coyote.

Ithiel saw Kastra creeping toward him, and he nodded his hello, relieved to have someone to stand beside. Many of these strangers were probably family, but it was of no consequence to Ithiel. Family or not, they were still strangers. Kastra, irritating as she could be at times, was known to him. Neither spoke; they simply stood side by side. Ithiel would have moved toward Aemon, had his pale brother been any closer to the outer extremities of this gathering. The silvery male was close to the inner circle and the fire, however, and Ithiel wouldn't shove the crowd aside to reach him. The crimson-eyed man peered around the gathering curiously, watching and waiting.

The Tirones was peering behind them and toward the Mansion, and he saw the door there swing open. A figure emerged, short enough to stoop only slightly to exit. The old coyote -- Ithiel could see her age clearly, even from this distance -- moved toward the crowd, her step surprisingly confident and quick for one of such elderliness. The dust-hued coyote nudged Kastra, twitching his muzzle ever-so-slightly toward the old woman. Kastra's yellowy eyes caught her approach, and both of them watched as the grayscale coyote made her way forward.

She was draped in an impossibly large pelt, and Ithiel could see it had not been cut or styled to make any sort of clothing -- it was simply a tanned hide, and she had draped it over her back, clutching the thing to her throat. As she drew closer, Ithiel could see she was covered in scars, and one of her eyes was missing entirely. The ear on that same side of her head was mangled and half-chewed, and the man -- who felt more like a boy in this moment -- watched her. He had a scar of his own -- a scar -- and this woman was covered in them.

He pitied her, in that moment, impressed as he was by her tableaux of scar tissue. She was a woman -- she should not have had to fight for anything in her life. Where was her man, where was her protector? Ithiel thought Inferni played this role for her now, the way she looked at them with her eye all ablaze. The old woman moved around the crowd, toward Ezekiel and the fire. Ithiel lost her for a moment, and she reappeared rather near to Ezekiel, a fearsome expression that could have been snarl or smile on her scarred face. Her position was of some importance -- or at least elderly boldness. Ithiel was not certain which, and he watched curiously, wondering who this was and what afforded her such brashness.

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