08-26-2009, 05:20 AM
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Thanks to Akumu for the table!
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The coyote woman knew very little of those wolves to the south. She had never encountered one before, and she had only been to the southern lands four or five times since returning. It was a far trip, and the ashen hybrid rather preferred to remain close to her homeland anyway. The furthest she liked to go was the city, and even then, the trip was rather trecharous now. Dahlia de Mai had expanded their borders, and since she now knew the identity of her chocolate-furred attacker, she also knew his origin—Inferni's closest neighbor. This was thanks to Gabriel, though he'd warned her about Haku Soul previously. There wasn't any way she could have known that the mahogany-furred wolf that she'd met that stormy night was the Dahlian subleader, anyhow. Still, the whole encounter had left a sour taste in her mouth. The silver hybrid had come close to death, though she'd come out victorious and seemed to squash him—but when she'd gone back, there was no body, nothing. That was suspicious, but it was always possible that someone of his pack had come to claim his remains.
The single raptor's eye regarded him for a long moment. There was familiarity in his features, some similarity she could not place. He was a wolf, certainly, but he had slighter features than the average wolf, a slimmer muzzle and slightly enlarged ears. He was a red wolf, like Fatin. This was little comfort to the hybrid; though she knew that the same breed's blood ran in her veins, it guaranteed nothing. She wore the coyote badge proudly, and it was obvious to all but the blind that she was not full-blooded anything. Blood meant little to some creatures, anyway—though she'd never been outright attacked by coyotes, there were some that did not regard her kindly simply for her mixed blood. There was a surprise on the other canine's face, a smile. The coyote relaxed just a hair, and pricked her sable ears to listen to him speak.
He introduced himself and stated his intentions openly, which was another shock to the coyote—it was enough to make her stand abruptly, scooping up the carcass of the rabbit by the ears as she went. The hybrid did not understand the concept of two names, and she was intrigued, though she hesitated to immediately inquire on about potentially deep subjects with someone she'd just met. Still reserved, the coyote was still quiet and stunned for a moment, her glittering eye searching the other creature's face for signs of deception, trickery—was he playing friendly just to get her to drop her guard? He was a rather tall wolf, for his smaller species, and most of him was a ruddy cinnamon color, though his back was a darker ashen color none too dissimilar from her own. Still, the male was painfully reminiscent of Fatin to the Veritas. Kaena had long assumed the fiery femme had moved on—she hadn't seen her goddess in many months now.
He had several adornments of feathers and other decor around his mane, which also intrigued the silver woman. She appreciated adornments; her own blazing red tattoo stood out boldly on her chest, a painted target across her heart. There was a mark on him, as well. The coyote spoke up after a moment, deciding to test the waters. Sure, there were a lot of creatures here that were dangerous and deadly, but this one didn't seem like it. Deception was a clever tactic, sure—but there was something there that made the coyote relax some, standing holding the rabbit at her side. The ashen coyote gave him a dip of her head, rather quick but still acknowledging him. "Kaena Lykoi. What would you like with my clan?" she answered, thinking she was being rather polite. She could have lied, though it would have been obvious. No point in denying she was one of the infamous coyotes.
The coyote woman knew very little of those wolves to the south. She had never encountered one before, and she had only been to the southern lands four or five times since returning. It was a far trip, and the ashen hybrid rather preferred to remain close to her homeland anyway. The furthest she liked to go was the city, and even then, the trip was rather trecharous now. Dahlia de Mai had expanded their borders, and since she now knew the identity of her chocolate-furred attacker, she also knew his origin—Inferni's closest neighbor. This was thanks to Gabriel, though he'd warned her about Haku Soul previously. There wasn't any way she could have known that the mahogany-furred wolf that she'd met that stormy night was the Dahlian subleader, anyhow. Still, the whole encounter had left a sour taste in her mouth. The silver hybrid had come close to death, though she'd come out victorious and seemed to squash him—but when she'd gone back, there was no body, nothing. That was suspicious, but it was always possible that someone of his pack had come to claim his remains.
The single raptor's eye regarded him for a long moment. There was familiarity in his features, some similarity she could not place. He was a wolf, certainly, but he had slighter features than the average wolf, a slimmer muzzle and slightly enlarged ears. He was a red wolf, like Fatin. This was little comfort to the hybrid; though she knew that the same breed's blood ran in her veins, it guaranteed nothing. She wore the coyote badge proudly, and it was obvious to all but the blind that she was not full-blooded anything. Blood meant little to some creatures, anyway—though she'd never been outright attacked by coyotes, there were some that did not regard her kindly simply for her mixed blood. There was a surprise on the other canine's face, a smile. The coyote relaxed just a hair, and pricked her sable ears to listen to him speak.
He introduced himself and stated his intentions openly, which was another shock to the coyote—it was enough to make her stand abruptly, scooping up the carcass of the rabbit by the ears as she went. The hybrid did not understand the concept of two names, and she was intrigued, though she hesitated to immediately inquire on about potentially deep subjects with someone she'd just met. Still reserved, the coyote was still quiet and stunned for a moment, her glittering eye searching the other creature's face for signs of deception, trickery—was he playing friendly just to get her to drop her guard? He was a rather tall wolf, for his smaller species, and most of him was a ruddy cinnamon color, though his back was a darker ashen color none too dissimilar from her own. Still, the male was painfully reminiscent of Fatin to the Veritas. Kaena had long assumed the fiery femme had moved on—she hadn't seen her goddess in many months now.
He had several adornments of feathers and other decor around his mane, which also intrigued the silver woman. She appreciated adornments; her own blazing red tattoo stood out boldly on her chest, a painted target across her heart. There was a mark on him, as well. The coyote spoke up after a moment, deciding to test the waters. Sure, there were a lot of creatures here that were dangerous and deadly, but this one didn't seem like it. Deception was a clever tactic, sure—but there was something there that made the coyote relax some, standing holding the rabbit at her side. The ashen coyote gave him a dip of her head, rather quick but still acknowledging him. "Kaena Lykoi. What would you like with my clan?" she answered, thinking she was being rather polite. She could have lied, though it would have been obvious. No point in denying she was one of the infamous coyotes.