A Lone Wolfdog in a Sea of Luperci

Myrika Tears · 03-16-2012, 07:51 AM

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First four paragraphs = le skip? ;_;

Myrika is by Alaine!

The tawny coyote urged her horse faster, and Cahal obliged willingly. His long legs extended and he sped into a gallop, seeming to fly over the flat landscape. There were few trees along the coastline here, and Myrika was glad to extend her horse's legs here along the beach. There were rocks, but they were gray and stood out sharply against the pale sand, allowing her horse to avoid them with little direction on her part. Myrika had ridden the big bay stallion for many hours, allowing him to pick his own path, and found herself riding through forest and marshland, dangerously close to the forested terrain where she'd encountered the New Dawn wolf Zalen.

The last thing Myrika wished to do was encounter another surly wolf of that pack, one with less tolerance for coyotes than their midnight-black alpha. Her long ride had allowed her to melt back into her thoughts, considerations of blinded Halo and the death she'd inflicted on her former Triarii's attacker. Ithiel's talk hadn't done much to comfort her concerns -- he'd presented a stark and logical argument as for why she ought to accept death as a part of defense, as a part of life as Inferni. She supposed he was right, too. Hadn't her father warned her of this, after all?

Cahal's pace slowed, and the big stallion snorted, tossing his head. The woman broke from her thoughts and blue-green eyes appraised her surroundings. Frowning, she perceived long stone structures -- most of them looked old beyond knowing, and the woman tugged on her horse's reigns gently, guiding him with pressures of her leg closer toward one of the buildings. In the ground, there were long, impossibly slim valleys, with stone walls on either side. Certainly, they were man-made. The woman directed her horse down and through one of them, finding -- to her shock -- the valleys quickly deepened and her head was below ground.

The air was damp and smelled distinctively of moisture upon old stone here. Myrika could smell little else, and it made her nervous. Her horse plodded onward, oblivious to his rider's anxiety. Cahal seemed rather comforted by the feeling of being in a chute, and the hybrid was glad for that. At long last, the ground began to slope upward again, and Myri saw they were leaving the trench. Her head rose above ground first, followed by her shoulders and the rest of her. It was disquieting to feel as if she'd ridden underground, though the sky had never been absent from her view.

Swinging her head around, the woman spied a figure on a distant hill. Squinting, she directed the bay stallion toward the figure cautiously, calling out when she was still a good distance away -- distance enough for her horse to have a head start in running back toward the beach, at least. Hello? There was caution in her voice, but not overmuch -- he seemed to be more a dog than a wolf.

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