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Myrika Tears · 04-22-2012, 05:08 AM

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(492) I think Omni and Myri have met before? They've been members together long enough, and I am just stupid and can't remember if we've threaded as them. XD If not, we can assume they've met somewhere brieflyyy, if you want? X3 If not, I will edit the crap out of this post!

Myrika is by Kiri!

The tawny-hued woman moved stiffly, but she moved. Moving was better than staying in bed. A rather long, thin cut decorated her arm, and she was more bruised and battered than all her training sessions with Ithiel put together. But -- she was alive. There was a certain elation in that, and Myrika was also strangely pleased with the clan's ability to recover from such an attack -- hell, they were even improving. The archery projects were moving along faster than Myri could imagine, and there were other signs of life from within Inferni.

The mood was not altogether tense, however -- Myri realized their need to retain a sense of normalcy, and it was with this in mind that she headed to the mansion from her home out on the Great Village. The red-furred woman sat atop Cahal, wincing with every step the bay stallion took. The horse, sensitive to his mistress, was in a foul mood. This was a rarity, for the big horse had been perfectly complacent and obedient thus far. Myri did not think much of it, however, for she thought he might be able to smell her healing wounds and feel her wincing in the saddle.

Woman and horse made their way through the gates of the mansion fence, and Myri's turquoise eyes spied another of the clan. She squinted and made out the figure of Omni Cadeaux, along with a smaller figure clutched in her arms. The Praetorian waved one arm and grinned, leaping down from Cahal's back. With that, however, she winced visibly, remembering her injuries, and moved more slowly to bring the horse into the converted garage, mindful of the other stallions around Inferni's territory.

A few moments later, Myri emerged from the stable-garage and made her way over toward Omni, moving slowly and clutching the thick, long staff she'd armed herself with since the attacks. She had a knife now, too, but she hadn't had quite as much practice with it, and so it remained concealed in the pocket of her short leather skirt, concealed from view. It was a short piece of metal, but quite nasty -- one edge was serrated, and it was more a combat knife than a true dagger, but Myri did not know these things.

Hi, Omni, she said, settling down next to Omni on the porch. How are you? There was a respectable distance between the two, but neither did Myrika hesitate much in making herself at home and offering a warm smile to her companion and her child. The mahogany-haired woman was a little nervous about the kid -- she didn't think she was very good with kids, but at least Amnesty and Oblivion, Halo's young children, seemed to like her well enough. And -- who's this big one? she gasped, one hand flying to her mouth to cover the broad grin she bared for the youth's benefit.

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