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Her head was turned over her shoulder as that form became clear. The dust settled and the cleared air revealed the body of a male. A coyote. A single, woad ear swiveled back warily, pointing perpendicularly to her head like the ears of a lamb. But her mind was set on hostility, not innocence and friendship. And perhaps it was strange, for she had never met a creature from Inferni. Her beliefs up until that moment had been based upon what she had heard, and most of what she had heard was not good. There were coyotes and hybrids out there in Inferni territory with an intent upon causing chaos. But the hybrid DaVinci, who now led in Phoenix Valley, and the coyote with the blindfold, who served Justice, did not share such views. And, because there was a quiet between Inferni and the other claimed lands, the female thought that there must be reason within that strange clan. And so the female, save for the singular gesture of her ear, did not openly display her want to attack the male of Inferni.
She was wary, as she turned finally to face him. Her movements were slow and graceful despite the easily shifting ash, and her woad banded paws buried themselves in that dark soot shadowed by her own body. The glory of the day and that strange dust about them set a perfect mood for the warrior, and she would be disappointed if she would not be able to fight. And this need was not only because of Inferni’s chaotic reputation. Wolves and coyotes biologically and historically have not worked well with one another, and where wolves resided, coyotes were annihilated. And this instinctual female could not help but feel that urge when she saw and scented the male. But she was representing her pack now, and her self control made her still. The male ceased, and he was far enough so that an attack was not likely for either party. And when he spoke, he spoke of her markings.
Her ear swiveled forward. "They were given to me by my mother," the alto melody replied quietly, and her voice danced upon the air as the ash had done. Indeed, her mother had given them to her, for it was from her mother’s culture that the woad originated. Her Korean father had given no obvious physical trait to her, save for the almond shape of her eyes. But such a thing was so trivial that her second heritage went unknown. And yet, it was quite obvious that there was something impure about her bloodline if one would only look closer.
The white orbs considered the male. Why had he approached her? For what purpose? She did not know. Was he truly curious about her woad, or was there some other intent laced with treachery? The warrior always considered new situations to be a possible threat, for one could never be too sure. After the silence had settled from the air between them, the female spoke once more. "Why are you here, coyote?" The words came out harsher than she had intended, but it was too late to revoke them now. And it was not as if she had a claim to this land and that he was forbidden from stepping upon its strange blackness. But the female could never trust too deeply, and her paranoia, while not apparent in her language or body, was an ever present entity.
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Her head was turned over her shoulder as that form became clear. The dust settled and the cleared air revealed the body of a male. A coyote. A single, woad ear swiveled back warily, pointing perpendicularly to her head like the ears of a lamb. But her mind was set on hostility, not innocence and friendship. And perhaps it was strange, for she had never met a creature from Inferni. Her beliefs up until that moment had been based upon what she had heard, and most of what she had heard was not good. There were coyotes and hybrids out there in Inferni territory with an intent upon causing chaos. But the hybrid DaVinci, who now led in Phoenix Valley, and the coyote with the blindfold, who served Justice, did not share such views. And, because there was a quiet between Inferni and the other claimed lands, the female thought that there must be reason within that strange clan. And so the female, save for the singular gesture of her ear, did not openly display her want to attack the male of Inferni.
She was wary, as she turned finally to face him. Her movements were slow and graceful despite the easily shifting ash, and her woad banded paws buried themselves in that dark soot shadowed by her own body. The glory of the day and that strange dust about them set a perfect mood for the warrior, and she would be disappointed if she would not be able to fight. And this need was not only because of Inferni’s chaotic reputation. Wolves and coyotes biologically and historically have not worked well with one another, and where wolves resided, coyotes were annihilated. And this instinctual female could not help but feel that urge when she saw and scented the male. But she was representing her pack now, and her self control made her still. The male ceased, and he was far enough so that an attack was not likely for either party. And when he spoke, he spoke of her markings.
Her ear swiveled forward. "They were given to me by my mother," the alto melody replied quietly, and her voice danced upon the air as the ash had done. Indeed, her mother had given them to her, for it was from her mother’s culture that the woad originated. Her Korean father had given no obvious physical trait to her, save for the almond shape of her eyes. But such a thing was so trivial that her second heritage went unknown. And yet, it was quite obvious that there was something impure about her bloodline if one would only look closer.
The white orbs considered the male. Why had he approached her? For what purpose? She did not know. Was he truly curious about her woad, or was there some other intent laced with treachery? The warrior always considered new situations to be a possible threat, for one could never be too sure. After the silence had settled from the air between them, the female spoke once more. "Why are you here, coyote?" The words came out harsher than she had intended, but it was too late to revoke them now. And it was not as if she had a claim to this land and that he was forbidden from stepping upon its strange blackness. But the female could never trust too deeply, and her paranoia, while not apparent in her language or body, was an ever present entity.