M. A smarter wolf would stay away,

Vesper · 01-22-2012, 12:40 AM

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SSWM 490 I would say... maybe? It depends if you think there will be a lot of swearing and violence coming up shortly. xD We might have to tag mature just for the swearing even if there isn't gore, haha. That and I dropped the f-bomb in the post. >>

Vesper was in a foul mood; that was about the gentlest way it could be described without frightening children. As deadly as an ice storm, she roamed along the borders, her gait a true coyote skulk. Looking at her, any outsider could make connection to the fearsome warriors who had put up the brutal décor, though she had not made any additions to the boundary stakes. She was dappled with light and shadow, patched with vanilla and river bed hues, and striped with scars both old and new. Even as she stalked seemingly without effort through the winter-bare undergrowth, every step sent the sensation of pain through her most recent injuries. Luckily, ignoring pain was something that came as second nature to the hybrid.

It had been days since the attack on Salsola, since she had seen an old senile slave struck down by a black demon, since she had barely escaped with her life only to emerge on the banks with no reckoning of how the others had done. She had gone home and watched for her covert pack mates to return, relieved that most of them seemed to have gotten out of the infiltration without serious injury. Relief lasted only moments before she worried that the Aquila would make the connection between her wounds and the violence west across the bay.

And so she had avoided the other Infernians, simply doing her jobs, resorting to her asocial ways as if she had never forged tentative friendships with her clan mates. Guilt and shame were not options for her. The only emotion that did manage to permeate her shroud of simmering resentment was sharp concern and confusion when the scent of the pygmy scout faded from the Waste. Even that lasted only a day as her mind calmed itself with a number of explanations.

Now she simply patrolled, her emotions boiling slowly underneath a mask of icy indifference to the world. They bubbled over that oft-used shell when a very unwelcome scent reached her flaring nostrils, and Vesper’s mood demeanor only became uglier.

A battle of wits and dry remarks and cold glances was not an option today. When she could smell the traitor-spy, the mutilated albino who would betray his own pack without real worthy explanation to aid the fire clan, she set her teeth in a low growl and surged through the sparse foliage dotting her side of the border. She moved swiftly but not silently, rustling a leafless bush here and there until she halted once he had come into view.

“You.” The hoarse yap that escaped her mouth was not eloquent or polite, but she gave exactly zero fucks. “Say what you need to say.” She stared across at him, coal-tipped tail lifted, gaze unwavering. There was no reason to fight while he remained on his side of the border, but she would not tolerate him skulking around for another one of his so-called visits.

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