in a real death waltz

Razekiel Lykoi · 03-16-2010, 11:28 PM

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Meghann! And it's a war thread!

How silly, this war; Razekiel preferred to be uninvolved and unaffiliated with such careless conflict, though even he could admit its origins were honestly legitimate. Sure, Razekiel cared plenty for his mother, and it was her interaction with Dahlia's leader that had sparked the war to actually begin, but tension between the pack and clan apparently had some history. In fact, it seemed this Haku had as bad a reputation as the coyote's birth clan -- it wasn't too surprising that they'd butt heads somewhere along the way. Inferni didn't know how fortunate peace and love could be. The coyote did his best to advertise it, but still he knew there was no real place for him in the bloodthirsty gang of coys.

With Inferni's reputation and the war in full force, Razekiel had learned quickly not to wander far from the clanlands. He wasn't much of a fighter, though he could stand his own -- should a Dahlian find him off his own territory, things could have been disastrous. However, the coyote had already removed one Dahlian wolf from Mother Earth some weeks past, and thus his self-confidence was unnaturally through the roof when it came to defending himself. With the warm weather and sunshine now in full bloom as the seasons began their regular change, there was no possible way Razekiel could stay in the dead and dying lands of Inferni and miss out on Mother Nature's spring awakening. The odds that he would wander -- caustic joint in mouth, head twirling incessantly -- along the coast and towards Dahlian territory was understandable, and yet the coyote had hardly the knowledge he was there at all. Mumbling something indistinguishable to Father Ocean as he sauntered a wobbly walk with the water at his ankles, Razekiel hardly knew he was near Dahlia. He hardly cared, either. Mother Nature was so beautiful today!

Lolita Monroe · 03-20-2010, 09:38 PM

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:3 Wooo, war thread! 300+ words.

Lolita sat in silence, staring at the constantly moving waves of the ocean as she allowed her thoughts to wash over her. She had not seen or spoken to anyone since the fire had been stopped, and she did not know if she even wanted to. Seeing the fire set to her home had sickened her, and she did not know if she could face anyone right now. She had thought that Kaena and Anselm were her friends, and yet, their clan had set fire to her home. It was not just her pack's territory, but the blaze had touched her home, her tree. It had become personal when she had realized how close she could have come to losing everything she posessed. Not everything would have been important. It would have been unfortunate to lose her smoking essentials, but the creamy woman would have lived. She would have been able to move on and find new things. The bracelet that had been her sister's, something dear to her that she never took out of her bag and never showed to anyone, was irreplacable.

The unmistakable scent of burning marijuana reached her and Lolita lifted her head curiously, searching for its owner. She had never seen or smelled anyone else in Dahlia de Mai smoking, and it seemed to be very out of place in the pack. As her emerald gaze found its owner, however, she received her answer. It drew a silent sneer from the woman. Inferni. A flare of anger rushed within her at the sight of the man walking, seemingly, without a care in the world so close to her home, so soon after his clan had set fire to her home. "You're awfully close to enemy territory," she said flatly, annoyed by his presence. Lolita had been ignoring the war for the majority of the time now and had not found it to be important to her. She had continued to considered certain coyotes her friends. But now that they had done what they had done, it had touched her in a way she could not describe. The war was real to her now.

Razekiel Lykoi · 03-22-2010, 12:29 PM

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He hummed something delightful and wiggled his hips to the off-tone moans, stepping to an unheard beat as he moved along. Ah, and what a song it was! Where had he heard it? Oh, maybe he had heard his sunshine singing it today, yesterday -- ah, he didn't know. Perhaps it was the songbirds, serenading his travels upon their return to the north with the warmer weather. Such beautiful music they were capable of with their bright and beautiful feathers, all the colors of the rainbow misting from their wings and throats alike!

Razekiel nearly stumbled, the joint in his mouth toppling to the ground. Nose shrouded in the wonderful smoke, spinning straw eyes peered this way and that ever so slowly. There had been a voice, right? He'd heard something -- it'd made him drop the joint. A bird, maybe? The coyote turned and looked in the still-leafless trees, but there was nothing there. With enough effort, he found the source, and what a source she was! "Oh, my lovely! You are beautiful as the sea, don't you know?" He threw out his arms in emphasis, the force of which loosening his balance. After stumbling a moment on his wobbly knees, the coyote reached and grabbed at the joint, dusted it off, and placed it back where it belonged. "What's your name, man? With a face like yours, you must be a favorite of Mother Earth!"

Lolita Monroe · 04-11-2010, 05:13 PM

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Sorry for the wait. >_>; 300+ words.

The ground she sat on seemed so sturdy, but Lolita felt like she was in a tumbling world. Nothing was making sense anymore, and it bothered her that her judgement of Kaena and Anselm had been so apparently wrong. The creamy woman was angry and hurt, and the scent of a coyote from the clan so close to Dahlia de Mai angered her greatly, even if he was a smoker. The strange man did not belong there, and he seemed completely oblivious of the fact that it was dangerous for him to be there, unless that was his intent. If he happened to be there for a fight or to get killed, then she would need to call for someone else, because she was a small, deceased woman. What good would she be in such a situation? She had been able to help put out the fire, yes, and she did know how to fight. Her ragged emotions as a result of this war, however, would be the problem.

Staying where she was sitting on the ground, Lolita stared at him incredulously. Apparently, he was unaware of what could go wrong for him on his little walk. "Are you stupid? There's a war going on, incase you weren't aware," she growled. She was certainly well aware of this fact. At his assumption that she must be a "favorite of Mother Earth," whatever he meant by that, she scoffed audibly. "I'm no one's favorite—I'm just a dead girl walking. Do you know what it's like to be dead? It's not fun. Coming so close to Dahlia, though, depending on who found you... You might have found out sooner, rather than later." It was obviously not a threat, but she found it incredibly hard to believe that he was not privy to knowing just how dangerous it was for him to be there. What if it had been Haku to find him, or one of those that had lost a loved one to the clan? It would have been significantly worse than the position he was in now, she was absolutely certain.

Razekiel Lykoi · 04-11-2010, 06:20 PM

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She returned with quick and bitter words, unappreciative of his compliments and woos. "Are you stupid?" Straw eyes peered at her sweetly, smile undaunted and lovely on his face. It wouldn't take the efforts of a dead girl to bring him down, but on that note, how was it she was dead? She looked perfectly alive to he, and he had known people near death, and he had brought people near death, too. How was it she was dead? His smile only widened and his head tipped to the side; this was such a precarious, curious thing.

"You are dead? I do not know what it's like," he murmured, scratching at his ass. Clearly, all information regarding war was currently disregarded. This new concept of the living dead was incredibly interesting for a mind like Razekiel's. He stepped a little closer, and without a second's hesitation, grabbed at her small and dainty wrist in his still tingling fingers, meaning to raise it up before his dizzied straw eyes. "You look perfectly normal to me, and you know that is beautiful," he grinned, then made for a kiss atop her hand.

Upon releasing her, he backed away on wobbly legs and stretched his back. "Death is beautiful like life, all a great cycle of to and fro, man, no stopping the cycle of souls..." That said, he remembered her earlier warnings of war and endangering himself, and at that he grinned a toothy smile and raised his hand, dividing first and second fingers into a familiar symbol. "Peace and love, man, like life and death."

How strange did he sound, all this time? Razekiel did not know.

Lolita Monroe · 04-24-2010, 01:54 PM

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300+ words.

Of course he would question it; that had not been unexpected. However, the way he simply took her hand and kissed it was certainly surprising. Lolita gawked at him, clearly confused. Not only was he standing very close to Dahlia de Mai's territory—enemy territory—but he was touching one of its members so freely. He was lucky she was not one of the big war supporters. She was hurt by it and hated it, but she was not one of the ones who would attack anyone they saw just for their associations. "I would suggest being more careful with where you meander, vagy ön tapasztalatok majd azt követően, te ostoba fiú," she warned, her tone neutral. Lolita did not make threats, generally, and she was not violent. She would not make him experience it, but she knew that there were members of Dahlia that would gladly spill his blood before he could explain his presence.

Lolita deliberated for a moment, knowing that his presence was not threatening. If he had intended to do anything to her, he would have by now, she was certain. It seemed that neither would do anything to the other. At the very least, she knew that she would not do anything to him, even if he did take a turn for violence. In such a case, she would merely call for someone in the pack to come and kill him. She did not care for the taste of war and blood; there were only two men alive she wanted to taste the blood of. Otherwise, she was peaceful enough, though very bitter. "Lolita Monroe," she finally said, hoping that it would not be a mistake to identify herself to him. Although, with how obviously out of it he was, she doubted he would even remember it for very long, let alone long enough to tell anyone that he had met her.

Razekiel Lykoi · 05-12-2010, 04:05 PM

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Deeeerp, sorry for the wait. Sad

Still she was stiff and unmoving, and he disliked that. However, Razekiel was not one to comment on this; he made no further argument on matters of her "living death," as strange as it seemed. He chose to live the way he did, perpetually shrouded in toxic chemicals and the foul smell of booze and drugs, and she chose to live the way she did, dead or alive or something in-between. The way she was acting, he might have guessed she was indeed dead somewhere on the inside, but as far as his eyes were concerned, she was fully alive otherwise. Her words were bitter, but her tone was neutral and unfeeling. How had the Great Mother created life in this thing, this hollow shell of a creature? How was it Mother had allowed such a thing to continue living as such?

He would not take fate into his own hands for now, however. Her warning was harsh, followed by a line of words that filtered in and out of his ears without construction--he grinned immediately, the coyote always thrilled by the sounds of other languages. How creatures chose to interact with each other, through both action and dialect, was utterly inspiring to Razekiel. He was ashamed to know the only language he did, and was well aware he did not speak it with the most intelligence. "Oh! You must speak more of this other language, man; music to my ears, man." A grin, as if nothing before had happened.

She introduced herself, though he wasn't quite sure why. It had seemed like she'd wanted him to leave, and yet the introduction of her name seemed an invitation to stay. His tail began to sway, eyes brightening like a child given candy. "Razekiel, man. Inferni, but awww, I ain't one of them, man. Just a child of Mother Earth out to see her new wardrobe, man." He extended his arms and grinned up at the sky as if the green earth would reach out its vines and undergrowth and raise him up like the prince he was. He breathed in deeply as such, then beamed his eyes and grin at her once again. "And you! You are the most beautiful of all I see here and now! Don't you think?"

Lolita Monroe · 05-16-2010, 01:47 PM

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It's fine~ 300+ words.

"Itt található a gyönyörű hangot? Ez tréfa beszélni, persze. Nagyon kevés lehet beszélni, amennyire ismeri," Lolita said with a chuckle, simply trying to think of something to say to him so that he could marvel at the words like he seemed to do. It was nice to know there were others out there who could appreciate languages. The creamy woman grinned. "It is Hungarian," she continued, speaking the words with the accent that generally accompanied the words she spoke in Hungarian. It was always a joy to find others who could speak another language. Rurik had been a fantastic conversationalist, even if she only understood two of the languages he had spoken. Lolita had been ecstatic to find that he spoke Hungarian, as well. Still, even if Razekial could not seemingly understand what she had said, it was nice to see someone who appreciated the flowing sound of the words.

She had already known of his origins—it would have been impossible to miss the scent of Inferni that clung to him like the scent of Dahlia de Mai clung to her, though the heavy scent of marijuana did mask it some. The strange coyote man was very obviously different from the majority of the coyotes, and perhaps that was why she was not as reluctant to let him stay as she had originally been. Frankly, Razekial seemed harmless. He was too stoned to know better, anyway, it seemed. Emerald eyes glanced down to her body, trying to determine what he meant by that. "I wouldn't say that... But if you say so, I guess it's true," she said, tone almost questioning. Lolita did not know what she thought of her own appearance, but since she and Razekial were the only ones there, then she supposed it was only logical that she would be the most beautiful one he could see now. She was the only one there to look at. "What are you doing here?" she asked, not sure if she quite undestood the whole... Mother Earth thing he went on about. There was a war going on, after all.

Razekiel Lykoi · 05-20-2010, 01:32 PM

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She spoke more in that glorious foreign tongue, and as predicted its sounds flowed uselessly through his ears with no comprehension involved. The red-faced boy adopted a strangely pleased look that widened only when she smiled as well. Finally, he had broken through to something, influenced her enough to abandon her wall of a stale-faced indifference, and Razekiel breathed contented relief. Despite his upbringing, Juniper Peace had taught him to find good in all faces he met, learn what brought them happiness, and share in it somehow. It seemed this language of hers, introduced as Hungarian seconds later, may have been a piece in the puzzle. "You must be from worlds away, man; nobody up here speaks that tongue." The coyote was hopelessly intrigued. "Tell me of your homeland, yeah? Must be a groovy place, man, totally chill."

She remained modest—though questionable—at his continuous compliments, but he was not about to complain. Razekiel had gotten her to smile, after all, and what a wonderful one it was! "Your smile is beautiful, love! You must smile more, yeah?" He burst into the most excited of grins, though still he wobbled to and fro on his unsteady knees. She asked a question of him and he did not respond quickly, distracted temporarily by a gust of wind that brushed through the trees. "Just goin' where my legs take me, man, and they led me here! The Great Mother has a wonderful way of working things, don't you think?" He smiled up the sky.

"Besides," his eyes returned to her, "I was sure the Dahlia my clan speaks so terribly of could not have been so terrible at all."

Lolita Monroe · 05-25-2010, 02:38 PM

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300+ words.

Though she spoke the language, she had never been to its country of origin. Lolita had learned Hungarian from one of the packs she had taken up refuge in during her travels here. The gypsy pack had been the one she had stayed with the longest and, as such, it was the only one she had managed to learn to language of. The only other pack she had been with for more than a few days had been the one to brand her with her Amenta. There was very little interesting to say about her place of birth. "I'm only from Alaska, to the west. Everyone there spoke this language, the one we use here. But one of the packs I stayed with for a while was a band of gypsies from a place called Hungary, and they taught me to speak their language. It sounded so different and lovely that I had to learn it, so I stayed with them for a while." Maybe she would have stayed if she had found them later than she did, but it had been early in her death that she had found them and she had been desperately searching for something... Something she had never been able to place, let alone find.

"It depends on if I can find something to smile about," she said, but she relented, offering him another faint smile. It was difficult for her to find things to smile about these days, and the expression was rare for her to begin with. Lolita had always been different, very withdrawn from most. She had changed in death, as everyone did, but not very much. Her expression became bleak once more. "I thought so of Inferni. I had friends there. But then they burned my home, and I do not know what to think of it," she admitted. It had been a source of depression for quite some time now. "What is this whole... Mother Earth thing you keep talking about?" As well as she could remember, this was the first time she had ever heard the term.

Razekiel Lykoi · 05-29-2010, 12:25 AM

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She had softened, that stiff wall and barrier lowering quickly. The compliments of her beauty, as much as he had meant them, had been of no use—perhaps it was her persistent belief that she was dead, that was possible&mash;but with questions of her homeland and the mention of his love for her foreign tongue, this Lolita began to show her true colors. He hated to believe that any outside his vast family line could be as cold as the blood that ran through each Lykoi, and Razekiel was pleased to know he had yet to be proven wrong. His ears perked at the mentioning of gypsies—many of those in Juniper Peace chose to label themselves just that, though he had never liked such use of constricting terms—but this Alaskan land was far different than his old clan of earth-loving treehuggers. "The group I once called family, man, they were many cultures," he recalled, a reminiscing smile at his lips. "A Russian, I remember, and a pair from Sweden. The rest, not one came from the same place. We were all just wanderers touring the Great Mother, man, it was groovy. To move together like a family, living in Her sweet embrace, man, it was nothing else."

She bleached as she spoke of Inferni and what they had done to her, and Razekiel did likewise. His smile, once dreamy as he remembered the wonderful Juniper Peace he had ruined single handedly, now shifted to blue as his lips sank. Inferni was a terrible thing, he knew; their ideals were misguided, their members bloodthirsty and violent. "I am a man of peace and love," he admitted, showing signs of a small but hesitant turn of the lips. "I am Inferni by name, man, not morals. The Great Mother hasn't given up on them, love, but they try so hard to push her away..." For a moment, the light in his straw eyes seemed to break, oppressed by the thoughts of the place his mother had founded. They were filled with such hate; how could so much terror that was Inferni and the Lykoi name sprung from the same sunshine that had mothered him so lovingly in his youth—the very same woman who mothered his hell of a brother as well, of course.

When she asked of Mother Earth, however, his ears perked and life again blossomed in his eyes. "Mother Earth, man! The Great Provider, the Beauty of All, Herself!" He lit up like all the stars of night, arms outstretched as if he were to embrace all that was living. "She is all around us! Breathed life into us all, shaped us from the clay of the soil! She is the provider that allows us to live! The song of the birds, the blue of the sky, the bugs in the earth—the Great Mother, man!"

Lolita Monroe · 06-07-2010, 01:44 PM

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300+ words. WotD: Fathom.

The diversity of the canines of the world astounded her. There were wolves, there were coyotes, there were dogs. Different tongues were spoken, different cultures lived in. Some were happy and friendly, while others were monsters in the flesh. There were the living ones, and then there was her. "Have you been to many places?" she asked, thinking of her own travels. She had travelled throughout Canada, choosing this area as her final place because of its proximity to her uncle. It had been hatred and the desire for revenge that had made her stay here, and perhaps that itself was taking its toll on her. Lolita could hardly even begin to fathom why she had thought that this was the best place for her to stay. She certainly had not exacted her revenge on Vigilante, and she did not think she ever would. She was hardly strong enough.

Lolita did not understand the basis of the war, truthfully. She was friends with both Kaena and Anselm, or had been, anyway. Now, she was not sure how she felt about either of them, and she could not even begin to think about what they considered her now. For all intents and purposes, she had become their enemy and they were hers, all because of this stupid, ridiculolus war. "Why... do the coyotes and the wolves hate each other so much?" she asked, her tone almost timid. Lolita was not even a full-blooded wolf. Her mother had been a mixture of a German Shepherd father and an Alaskan Malamute mother, and her father had been a wolf, though she had never met him and did not even know his name. Lolita had the appearance of a creamy-colored shepherd, though it was not the dominant part of her blood. She did not look like a wolf, and she did not hate coyotes, but she seemed to have been grouped with the rest of Dahlia de Mai. It was hard to understand.

Razekiel Lykoi · 06-19-2010, 10:39 PM

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Had he been to many places? Oh, those days of Juniper Peace seemed like ages past now. So many of the memories he had so lovingly indulged upon once had proved to be fleeting; there was so little he seemed to remember now, as if the war and hate in the air of Inferni and its surrounding territories had clouded out all that had been created out of love in his mind. The air he breathed, it felt caustic in his lungs; so much terror filled the air, so many ghosts wept that kept him up at night. Many terrible things had happened in these lands, the place Mother Earth had turned her eyes away from. But ah, what was he thinking? He'd been asked a question. "Oh," he stammered, abruptly pulling himself from his thoughts. A smile widened, though not as enthusiastically as before. "Y-Yes, of course. We traveled many places. I saw and walked the mountains of Canada, saw the plains of the southwest, the oceans of the east. We longed to sail the Great Father, the eastern ocean, but none of us knew how to sail, love." He giggled a little at that. They were an awfully incapable group of individuals, but they'd made do with what they'd had.

Her next words brought his previous thoughts back to mind. He struggled to hold his smile, though it saddened deeply and his straw-hued eyes wandered to the clouds towards the west. "The air in the place, it tastes like poison," the prince said, a mild hiss in his tone. "It is as if we inhale fear and exhale hate, it is so thick. The wolves of my home... I was born one of them, but the Great Mother—in her eternal generosity—guided me back to the path of life, man. Those coyotes, they can't see what's in front of their noses. They see only what their heads tell them to; they are blind to the truth of the world, that the Great Mother loves us all, that she only wishes for us to love each other." He sighed. Wolves were undeserving of her love, of course, and he was jealous they earned it without any effort; however Razekiel said nothing on the subject. He knew the truth about wolves, of course, and his dislike for them was perfectly rationalized in his own mind.

Lolita Monroe · 07-19-2010, 09:52 AM

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Sorry for the delay, wrapping this up like planned to. =3

Razekial was lost to the world for a few moments, and Lolita wasn't quite sure that she could even count on him returning. Others had called her crazy before, but this one was simply nuts, going on about love and a Great Mother and peace. Such things did not exist. The wolves and coyotes both refused to allow such things to transcend. Lolita knew this, and she suspected that Razekial did, too. When he returned to his body, she listened with feigned interest. Admittedly, she was not that enthralled by his tales of where he had been. She had listened to Rurik so long ago, but her mind was elsewhere now and she had difficulty listening.

The flamboyant woman stood suddenly, brushing the sand away from her palms against her thighs. The answer he gave was not the one she wanted to hear at all. Lolita had wanted a real answer, not some garbled words about Mother Earth and love and blindness. She wanted the truth, and apparently she would need to look elsewhere. "You should go now," she said abruptly, tone empty. "Good bye." Without another look at the coyote, the fiery woman turned on her heels, leaving him alone on the beach.

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