all you can do is raise hell.

[Hezekiah Finch]

Lame post is lame. :/
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No worse for the fear he supposed, Kaena greeted him much in the same way he would have expected. Despite that note of hesitation—which he pretended not to notice for her sake—she seemed a little sturdier than she had at the meeting. Any tinges of trouble could have very well blended in with her scarred face and stormy-gold eye. He was certain that for every scar she had a story; he imagined every scar on every coyote in Inferni had a story. They had all stories — he had a story too, even if he couldn’t remember all of it. But their steps dwindled and their bodies closed the gap between them and for every bit of unease there may have been, he pretended not to notice.



“Things are quiet,” he said with a shrug. “I dunno if that’s good news or bad news, though. I’m okay too.” May as well cover all bases there. He had been doing well to keep an eye on things, at least in his own mind. There were plenty of other things he could have been doing in preparation for the war, but making sure they weren’t about to get invaded seemed pretty high on the list. The thought that perhaps Dahlia de Mai may not have even known that they were being waged war against hadn’t crossed his mind. They had started it, anyway.



“Have you seen anything going on?” But what was going on outside of Inferni was the hot topic for the time being and he couldn’t avoid it. It was hard to stifle his curiosity about it and he was unknowingly expressive about it. Since he had been there, told that the wolves were bad (something in which he had learnt not too long ago first hand), nothing had happened. But now something had and no matter the reason why, he was intrigued about the action waiting to unfold.

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