I pray your god forgives

Tlantli Kimaris · 04-11-2012, 05:27 AM

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(616) I'mma bring Miqui and one of the new pNPCs. ^^ Feel free to steal the pNPC, Helias, from my control at some point, anyone involved. :3 I figure the more NPCs, the better? @_@ Also, lulz, first four paragraphs can be skipped entirely; irrelevant. Simona is chasing Miqui and Tlantli.

Tlantli is by Alaine!

The yellow-furred woman paced the territory, already in a surly mood. For all her efforts, her womb had not stirred, and she was still, insofar as she could tell, barren of children. She was, essentially, ready to depart -- but for that all-important piece. Fear had begun creeping through Tlantli -- what if she had bespoiled herself with the failed litter? What if she had accursed herself?

The tawny coyote, who had all but ignored spirituality in the past months, had become more devout as of late. She had done little in the way of public worship, for even here the woman believed such things were one's own, and the empty rituals of the pack meant nothing. Still, each morning she greeted the sunrise with wide and open red eyes. She kept fire burning in her home, and had begun to test Naghal as to his wakefulness. He was stirring and eating more frequently these days, but she dared not subject him to the cold.

The call of a strange cry reached her ears, and it brought a startlingly sudden pause to all in the world. Her troubles were gone, and large coyote ears twisted into the air, listening to the notes of that alarm cry with increasing apprehension. The tawny coyote did not pause to contemplate this call; she charged forward and soon found herself running alongside her brother, who clutched a machete in hand and passed the second to Tlantli. She recognized them as the ones they'd used to cut apart the whale, and wondered if they'd do the same to Luperci flesh.

Their exchange was terse and in Spanish, even as they ran. Tlantli snapped at him sharply and told him to be aware, for they had experienced attacks before, they had fought beside one another before. Her brother gave her a mournful look as they came upon the scene, one that was not enough to give the yellow-furred woman pause then and there, but was filed away in her mind for later perusal.

One of Eris's daughters -- the younger, unproven ones -- stood beside Imhotep. Tlantli's head snapped around to find another canine charging toward them, one bearing only a faint scent of Salsola, but a scent nonetheless. The male was breathless and frightened, looking from one to the next for orders. Even then, the invaders were coming -- there was a splash, and the woman's red eyes perceived the entirety of the group charging into the water. Without thinking, the woman jumped forward and yelled. Split them up. Ride, Imhotep, she said, turning toward the others. Go, she yelled, running herself a moment later. Miqui stuck with her, and the gray wolf ran, too -- Tlantli did not see where.

Once they'd cleared the immediate path of the horses, the flaxen coyote spun around first, her sharpened teeth bared. One of the wolves, a pale-furred woman with eyes the hue of old blood, charged toward Tlantli on horseback. She clutched a shield and a long, wicked-looking spear with a deadly-sharp point, brandishing it toward the yellow coyote. She moved out of the way of the weapon, brushing it harmlessly aside with the flat of the blade, swinging the machete back quickly. The blade only shaved some of the horse's silky tail off, however, leaving the wolf entirely unscathed. Tlantli hung back as the woman charged her brother, who moved with less speed than his sister. The spear grazed his shoulder and Tlantli yowled, a feral noise that was every bit a coyote's cry, and leapt toward her brother, standing at his side as the woman wheeled her bay horse around again.

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