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Elody had often times sat and pondered over what the activity within the coyote clan was, many times brining confliction to her thoughts, never quite understanding the reluctance to place herself among their ranks. Surely Helotes, her half brother had noticed after their meeting that she had not shown up on the borders to join, and from that would it spark something of true loathing from her relatives? Had she made herself a traitor? It was a little scary, hostility coming from family would never be something she would have the strength to tolerate. What if really, she had hurt them?
The carving she held in her hands was not a masterpiece by a longshot, the head of the raccoon she attempted to form into the soft wood was misshapen, the body much out of proportion. What a sad insult to her dear Reve. Wood chips were curled from the work, if seen from afar surely the Princess could mimic a skilled craftsman. Disappointed, the sad carving was tossed to the ground, to roll at her feet in a grieving manner. Stupid Ellie murmured out in a soft breath, green eyes glaring at it. Perhaps artwork wasn't on her list of specializations, perhaps another skill could be taken up. Elody would cherish the day she advanced from her common rank of Zepar...And the prospect of co-ranks pleased her so.
From where the youth sat herself upon a rock, her legs were just long enough to touch the ground. From the storm, the ground was moist, mud caught up in her delicate toes. So many things confused her so, Itzal, Inferni, and the location of which her siblings spent. Perhaps they had been sheltered from the weather's wrath, perhaps it had become only a small setback to this. And Elody hoped, oh she prayed so much that the outcome would be a better one. She needed to see her brother, golden body, fluffy hair and the belt in which he himself carried his knives, the sloppy belt, falling down his waist--They would train, and everything would go perfectly. A sigh escaped her, Helena's smile far from reach. Was her sister also safe? It was hard to remember her smile, what she was like. Perhaps some things just didn't stick with the coyote as well...
Frustrated, the tawny Lykoi kicked up some mud, not fazed by the sticky brown left on her toes. Soon! Maybe soon she'd find them. But without a horse and her signifigance so lowly, how was a search to be accomplished? Green eyes were brought up from the sound of footsteps, to find a pale coyote girl headed towards the caverns. Perhaps she had seen this one before, maybe just around Anathema, or at the meeting. It did not matter. Her nose twitched to take in the other's scent, finding it mixed with Aeron's. Just as much as Elody was a Princess in her line, through leadership this girl was also. And among the scent was something familiar. Marshes, and the traces of Lykoi and coyote still lingering on her coat. Before the other could continue, Elody with her muddy toes stood in the path of the pale one. Getting right to the point, she allowed some space to be given. You were in Inferni. Her eyes were curious, what information could be brought to her awaiting ears?
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