The Darkest Cadillac
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Hi



Character Name: Mercedes (Mercy)

Birthdate: March, 9th, 2008

Luperci: Ortus

Species: Coyote, quarter wolf.

Gender: Female

Secondary form of contact: none


A cold wind sent chills down Mercy's spine, bringing along with it the smells of death and war. She shivered, this place creeped her out. She looked down at the skulls, covered with dry blood and scratches. The strong scent of coyote covered the land around them. The border was clearly marked. She looked around for anyone anywhere, but noone was visible...yet. Rumors had spread that two lands were at war, this place housing one of the sides of it. If she entered and made herself known now, she'd be walking right into the middle of it all. Her nerves got the best of her and she turned and ran, ran as far and as fast as she could.


Only after a mile or so did she stop to catch her breath. She could feel her legs give out beneath her and her body crash hard onto the ground. It was then, her vision gave out on her and her conciousness had left her. Until his voice took over her mind.....her demon, her past. Pst...oh mercy....


She groaned and moved her head from side to side, trying to get his voice out of her mind. "No no...go away, go away you monster" She whispered meakly to herself, she couldnt deal with him right now, she needed to get back to the border and....and what? Your pathetic Mercy....just miserable arent you? "NO!," She bursted out and jumped up, stumbling over her legs a little, and turned to return to the pack borders.


This time, she stood tall and wasnt afraid, She ignored the demon in the back of her mind laughing quietly and pushed aside her fear. She leaned her head back and called into the wind, Her voice wasnt anything beautiful, it was normal. Good enough for a call to whoever it was that was close enough to hear. She didnt like the idea of jumping headfirst into a war that wasnt any of her business, but she was tired of being afraid.




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Hiiii there! Big Grin Also--awesome, your coyote has my sister's birthday. Big Grin!


The call rose from the borders, catching the Centurion's attention immediately. She was creeping along the westernmost border, remaining ever-vigilant. Her wounds from the battle were beginning to heal; there would be scars, as there always were, but they were nothing new to the Centurion, who was already laced with the old tissue of long-healed wounds. The call came from an unfamiliar voice; this would be no awkward meeting with one intimately familiar to her. The coyote woman had been roaming the earth long enough to know what that meant—it was no mystery when a new coyote showed up on the borders, though whether or not they actually joined Inferni's ranks was generally up to them.


It was exceedingly rare for the coyote clan to turn anyone away, and the hybrid woman was making sure this canine was not ignored. She didn't think the stranger would be—with twenty-two coyotes in their ranks, it was unlikely she was the only one to hear the call; even so, she made her way forth toward the sound, picking up the scent trail after not too long. Her single remaining eye fell upon a coyote, mostly silver with some tawny and rusty hues thrown in for good measure—she appeared to be a more mountainous variety of coyote by her color, but she was small in stature, speaking of the desert where size was concerned. Just the tips of the Centurion's yellowed canines showed in a faint grin, and she spoke, her voice rather dry and raspy as it always was: “Looking for something?” It didn't much matter whether the scarred hybrid already knew the answer or not; newcomers were, of course, permitted to speak their piece.

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Lol really? Thats funny, but cool at the same time lol




Mercy's call was quickly answered by an approaching hybrid, her nose told her otherwise she would have figured the woman to be a very mean looking coyote. She quickly swallowed what was left of her fear and tried her hardest not to run once more. The hybrid was much larger than the coyote, but that wasnt unusual, she was naturally smaller than most.


She examined the female quietly, she had only one good eye and many scars on her body. Some wounds were fresher than others. The raspy voice quickly caught her attention."I'm here to join the pack that owns this land...if they'll have me that is" Mercy's nose got a wif of the females scent and fought the urge to sneeze
it back out, she needed to learn everyones scent if she was going to join this place. However, this female was dominate, and mercy made sure that her tail was low, but not tucked. She didnt want to show weakness or anything for that matter until she learned more about who was who. "My name is Mercedes, but I prefer to be called Mercy" She returned the females light grin with a small one of her own.


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Oh yeah, she just turned 18. X3


The smaller canine spoke quickly; she seemed to appreciate the silver-furred hybrid's time, as she immediately announced her intention to join, which pleased the Centurion. She wasn't particularly keen on wasting hours interrogating every joiner who happened on their midst out here, herself, and she preferred short and sweet to long and drawn out. “We call ourselves Inferni, and we're in the middle of a war,” she said, blunt and to the point—no sense in dodging around their primary issues. If Mercy was to be a member here, she would have to be prepared for war. “Thought you might like to know in case it influences your decision to join up with our ranks,” she said. In truth, the statement would factor into both decisions—if Mercedes were to turn away and leave now, it would mean to Kaena it was unlikely she would have served the clan well, anyway.


Still, the smell of blood and war were on the wind, and news traveled quickly—if this coyote had spent any time at all even near these lands, she might already be privy to the strife between Inferni and Dahlia de Mai. “I'm Kaena Lykoi, the clan's Centurion or second-in-command,” she said, introducing herself in turn. The other canine's submission was noted, and the silvery hybrid offered a slight nod, indication to Mercy that she might relax a bit. The monochrome-furred coyote appreciated the display, however. “What can you do for Inferni?” the coyote asked, knowing such a question was unavoidable. It was rare for one to be turned away from the clan anyway, but the coyote woman had to make sure she knew the newcomers' skills so she might better fit into the ranking system later. This was part of her job, and one she took quite seriously—the hybrid knew Inferni's success depended on the teamwork within the clan, and if everyone was well-accustomed to their assigned jobs, the clan as a whole ran far more smoothly.


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Please respond by March 31 if you're still interested in joining, otherwise we'll have to close this up. :]
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Hey i'm totally sorry my comp crashed D:



The female was grateful for the inferni womans being to the point. There indeed had been rumors, and now that they had been confirmed mercy as able to face her fears head on. She took slow quiet breaths as she listened to the womans words. Kaena lykoi. Mercy had heard this name before. From her foster father. She could feel the demons breath on her neck now, she continued her slow breathing, staing focused on the Inferni's words. She refused to go through an attack in the presence of another being.



Your a weakling mercy..... His teeth close to her nape, she grew angry and looked up at Keana with determined eyes. "I am a warrior, I'll fight along side Inferni for as long as possible. I'm also a good scout, I can dodge and out run most wolves." She wasnt egotistic, or arogant, but she did learn a few things from living with the beasts. You couldnt offer her anything that she can acctually use you stupid.... She cut him from her mind before he could finish his words.


"I know most healing herbs, and can good stand guard for smaller tasks if i'm not wanted out on the battle field." She probably wasnt that valuble, but with alittle experience in different areas, she could either help or just get in the way. She relaxed finally after realizing she'd been aknowledge for her submission. She wasnt much for being bossed around but she wasnt one to cause problems either.


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Word Count :: 520 Aw, no problem! It happens. Big Grin Sorry for the little lag on my end here, too. D: This is like, the most Kae has ever spoken. XD Whenever you'd like, you can submit your membership info for our info topic and pick out a spot for Mercy to live. Smile You could also start participating in the Inferni game whenever you want. ^_^ Any questions, shoot me a PM. Big Grin


The coyote woman was not an exceptionally warm presence on the border. In truth, none of the leaders truly were; in general, the nicest one could hope for was, in all likelihood, Anselm. And even he was not one to tolerate much in the way of improper behavior. This female had done nothing of the sort to irk Kaena, however, and the silver-furred woman had no reason to show annoyance at the younger canine. There was none in her; she preferred for these interactions to remain swift and impersonal. One could not accurately judge character if feelings developed. They only got in the way. As for swiftness, the she-coyote saw no need to make these interactions arduous and taxing. In time, coyotes either proved their worth, or they did not. The multi-hued woman spoke, drawing the Centurion's attention. This was the most important part. Her skills were stated confidently, and she seemed certain of herself. This was always a good quality.


Inferni already had one of the best healers—in Kaena's opinion, anyway—in all of the lands, but the she-coyote knew added knowledge was never a bad thing. Perhaps Mercedes knew something Fatin did not; either way, the more people they had that were knowledgeable regarding plants, the better. The greenhouse needed tending to. “I would think all your skills would be useful here,” the cloud-colored hybrid commented. “We have recently erected a greenhouse where will grow plants, and fighting skills are always handy in a war,” the woman stated, just the tips of her fangs showing in a smile. Stating the obvious rather dryly was Kaena's brand of unfunny humor; ten years later and she still had yet to figure out it rarely, if ever, roused so much as a chuckle from her companionship. “You'll have the rank of Tirones for now. If you head to the center of the territory, you can find the caves, where many of us live. Head through the forest and you'll find the mansion. Either would be a good place to rest, if you need it,” the hybrid said. Most newcomers seemed tired when they came on Inferni, and for good reason—she herself had been positively exhausted on her last return.

“To the west is Dahlia de Mai. They are the enemy—if you want to make yourself useful right away, you could think about spending tonight patrolling the western border,” the coyote woman suggested. Once Mercy had settled in and rested a while, she could acclimate herself with the territory, starting over to the west. In the hybrid woman's head, that was the hot zone at the moment—it would be prudent to pick up knowledge of that area immediately. “Stay within the borders, though. There are traps set outside of them, marked by stones. Don't get caught up in one of them,” the woman said. It was more than likely Mercy would be able run into someone who could give her a more thorough breakdown of the war—either in her search for a home or during her investigation of the territory, either way. “Do you have any questions?”



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