m - lost myself and i am nowhere to be found

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 01:13 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: drug usage starting with the 11th post. Reader discretion is advised.

The Waste, somewhere right outside Inferni.

The water was freezing, stealing the breath from both lungs and making it impossible for them to find more. It rocked her thin frame back towards the shore, as if wanting to expel the foreign object amongst its waves. Clover fought though, trying to catch her breath and let her body adjust to the temperature so that her muscles could function to keep her afloat. Nothing more than blackened ears and a roan red mask was visible from shore as she swung both arms and legs to fight against the water. And then, there was calm. No more fighting. The small coyote buoy had disappeared under the turning waves.

Though it was now June, the Bay of Fundy was still rather cold. The sun hadn’t been out long enough to warm the water filtering in from the Atlantic Ocean. Still, that wasn’t to say that a few brave souls hadn’t tested out the waters just yet. Sea lions even dotted the various rocky outcroppings alone some stretches of the coast. And then, of course, there was the lone coyote. Her possessions strewn on the shore like some old skeleton to divulge her distant presence to those that happened across it. The purple tapestry was spread like a beach towel, the pearly guitar resting upon it amongst the pile of littered clothing and jewelry and a jar had held her most precious drugs. The coyote girl herself, however, had seemingly vanished into the ocean.

Enkiel Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 02:15 PM

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Enkiel found himself again near the bay where the water was fierce, although he saw nothing in the water that was any interest of him, he saw the belongings of someone on the rocky beach. He moved forward smelling the air, but it was nothing but salt water. He couldn’t smell anyone nearby, he moved closer tentatively, it was probably a trap but he could take on whoever was around. He saw the purple cloth and the guitar first, those were the most conspicuous. He looked at the guitar, and plucked one of the strings when he was within arms length of the thing and a loud ring came out from the hollow of the instrument. He jumped back and looked around, he was in open area so it wasn’t like something had time to jump out at him without him being ready for it. He sat on the purple scarf, it smelled somewhat familiar, that had caught his attention first. His back to the water, feeling nothing would be trying to swim in that cold of the water, he picked the guitar up and strummed a few more strings, it was a very pleasant sound.

Without hesitating he started moving his hands up and down, liking the sound it made, he knew nothing of making music, he could sing, but that was his own private thing. He didn’t care to show that off at all, it’d make him feel like some weak pup singing to someone else. He closed his eyes letting his ears listen to the waves and started moving his hands with them, making a slight yet unaccustomed tune. How nice how nice…it was a nice distraction, and he wondered if whoever left it nearby forgot about it, because as soon as he could he’d be scooping it all up and taking it with him. The drugs near him lay on the rocks but he paid no attention to them. He knew what they were and had no use for such things, why did he need that when he could get something to call Set and he’d have his own high from that experience alone. He continued to play with the guitar, not feeling he should be concerned with anyone.

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 02:31 PM

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Haha, that was an awesome post.

Both straw colored eyes shot open, taking in the watery underworld she had tossed herself into. There wasn’t much to see and the water instantly burned her eyes, so the young coyote swam blindly while all four limbs worked wildly to propel her. And then, her head broke through the surface of the water, and Clover refilled her lungs starved for oxygen. It was not in Mother Earth’s intentions to steal her away from the world just yet, and in fact, the girl had not been worried in the least bit. She and the others of Juniper Peace had been swimming countless times before, and Clover had been taught not to fight against the rip tides. With that knowledge in mind, she felt relatively confident wandering into the ocean. However, she hadn’t quite expected the water to be that cold.

She paddled towards shore, though her eyes were useless to her for now. Though she blinked to fight and see her possessions along the beach, the salt water had burned and rendered her useless for the moment. Swimming blindly, it was only moments before the coyote girl’s clawed feet were planted relatively firmly on the ocean’s gravely floor. She pushed her way out of the lulling waves, soaked fur clinging to her body and accentuating her excessively thin frame. With both hands she rubbed at her eyes, trying her best to clear away the sting so that she might see again. Upon blinking both golden orbs, she discovered that her possessions were now in the company of someone else – someone who seemed rather keen of Clover’s guitar. Wringing the water from her golden walnut locks, Clover advanced up the shoreline, coming to rest only a few feet away from the coyote who had decided to create some music with her guitar. It sounded nothing like the tunes she had often heard those of Juniper Peace play, and a wry smile formed along her features. "You need some lessons, love."

Enkiel Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 05:35 PM

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When the words of the female came into his ears his heart gave a leap but he’d trained himself not to give physical evidence of his fear. That would be a bad thing, instead he stopped his fingers, and swiveled his over large ears back, the speaker was surely female, and it seemed she came from the sea, where he didn’t expect anyone to be, a mistake and it could have been quite fatal to him if she was smart enough just to keep quiet and get it over with, he moved his head so that he could put one red eye to look at the Lykoi sitting feet from him. He knew she was one. The unmistakeable red notch on the nose told him she was a descendant of his Kaena, he wasn’t one of the lucky ones to get that beautiful stripe, but he might just have to dye it and feel better, no he was not ashamed of his looks. He loved both of his parents for what they were, even if he’d never met his father. His mother was very happy to tell him and his siblings about the man. He held onto the instrument tightly as he stared at the coyote mix, not sure what to say, she seemed like a lykoi, but she didn’t FEEL like one.

Nah, these things are not to my taste

He said, finally loosening his grip and put the guitar down. The threat of her wasn’t so much for now, she was sitting too, and he’d rather be standing, he wasn’t a very tall coyote but he made up for his size in his stealth and quick movement, making it easy for him to get out of many positions.

You are a Lykoi,

He said bluntly looking at his cousin, for that’s what she had to be. She was not much older than he was, maybe a distant cousin, it seemed that his grandmother had made many children, but family nonetheless, so he’d keep reserved for now for that reason. Kaena wouldn’t forgive him if Set attacked the female. He was under control for now, but he was going to defend himself if anything did happen, he wasn’t one to let himself get injured or killed for no reason.

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 06:14 PM

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Clover had settled onto the shore, though not sitting on her own tapestry spread under Enkiel like a blanket. She had fallen to her knees, before settling back and sitting on her feet, one hand idly playing with strands of hair. She watched as he turned his gaze onto her, finding herself captivated by the deep ruby eyes that stared back. She had only ever seen eyes like this once before; a woman named Jezebel, whom Clover had encountered not far from here. The young coyote wasn’t aware that these eyes were a trait of many of those with the same surname.

He settled the guitar onto the ground and Clover’s golden gaze traveled over it as if expecting to find something different or out of place. But then, his words made Clover look up once more. "How do you know," confusion plain on her features, before a glimmer of interest alighted them. Eyeing him, Clover made to stand, moving over to sit not far from him on her blanket of purple. Fingers traveling to her pile of possessions, Clover began to put on her jewelry, sliding bracelets onto her wrists and rings onto her thin fingers. "You’re one too, huh, love?" Though it was a question, Clover was sure she already knew the answer.

Enkiel Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 06:59 PM

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WC: 314 OOC: I’m loving this :3 now we just need to rp Clover and Niro and I’ll be a happy tiger!! HAHAHAHA

His own Coyote smile creased across his face when she asked him how he knew. So she really wasn’t from around her, she may have been born far away, oh he knew, his sister had such a mark they were not the same, but they were also known marks of a Lykoi, not to mention that slightly familiar scent, the scent of Family. Saying all this would be no fun for him though, so he kept quiet. His grin broadened when she said the same. This made himself wonder how she knew. He was probably covered in the scent, but other than his eyes little about him showed he was of the Lykoi family.

Enkiel Runihura Lykoi, is my name, and your name?

He may feel he was rather a seer, but he really wasn’t and knew it, to guess a name and get it wrong made him look foolish, he was no fool. He let his grin slide again to a semi amused look. He wondered where she came from, and he knew that Kaena might want to set eyes on her. She was related after all, and it seemed that nothing was better than family to the old coyote.

And why call me love? You don’t know me, and surely would never be mated to me. That word is only used for those who care deeply for another.

He said a little mockingly, He didn’t like words being used for no reason, and well that was sure one of these times, he felt like the way she said it was not meant for what it should actually mean. Saying words lightly was rather bothersome to him, and it got under his skin a little. He shook his head, the small mane on top was nothing much and it only swiveled back and forth, just enough to get the goosebumps from his fur.

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 07:51 PM

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Hehehe. These two make me laugh already.

He had an interesting name, but it matched his intriguing appearance somehow. Clover wasn’t aware of what exactly a jackal was, so those subtle foreign influence in his handsome looks were lost on her. Still, she could not let her golden gaze leave his ruby eyes – as rich as blood they seemed somehow so malevolent and wonderful. "Clover Love," she responded to him, reaching for the denim that was all that remained of her displaced clothing. "Lykoi, of course," she added her surname with a light smile, now pulling the shorts past both clawed feet and up over her hips.

As she buttoned the denim, her gaze was cast onto him again. Clearly he wasn’t a fan of her pet name, but this only made her smile. She had never heard someone object wholeheartedly to her use of the word before, but she supposed she’d respect his wishes. "I call everyone that, handsome." She directed a Cheshire grin at him, clearly only playing with him. "I’ve never heard anyone so put off by it." Though her eyes remained on him, her thoughts went past their talk of trivial pet names. Instead, Clover wanted to know what this guy was all about and what gave him that unique gleam to his eyes.

Enkiel Lykoi · 06-02-2010, 08:37 PM

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He watched as she dressed, wondering why she felt the need for those things. Fur kept them nice and snug, but he kept the question to himself, it was pointless and he didn’t care for things that were human made, not everything though. Some things he thought the human were genius’s to make, but he would only point it out when he saw the particular invention. Clothes were not one of them. He stayed quiet watching as she fit herself into the denim shorts on, well she wasn’t a bad image, he thought, but reminded himself she was family, and he had no need for lust.

He smiled at her words to why she said such an honored word, well he was handsome now? Well that was something he couldn’t argue with! He kept his face in the smale small coyote grin for a little while, just taking it in before he once again spoke.

Such a strong word shouldn’t be used so lightly.

He said chosing his words carefully, he didn’t care much for that word but it had power to it, at least in his own mind, to some it might be a fleeting thing, to him, it was life itself. He loved his mother, his father, his grandmother, even his brothers and sister. But he doubted he could love anyone else, and he doubted he’d care either. He wasn’t alone, Set was with him. Well sometimes, but he always felt his gods presence.

Well to each their own I suppose, I just wondered is all.

He said a little flatly, he didn’t like other’s doing certain things but if he got angry or killed those that made him feel that way, he would have a very busy job, and very few would be left around for him to torture.

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-03-2010, 02:20 PM

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When she finished pulling on her denim shorts, both palms spread out flat over her thighs, smoothing the fabric there. "I guess you’re right," she said softly, though doubtful his words would change her small habit. Juniper Peace had instilled the values of peace and love into all of its members, and Clover didn’t see what was so wrong with just wanting to love and accept everyone. Sure, this Enkiel guy probably had his faults just as Clover did, but that didn’t mean he deserved any less love than another coyote. She shrugged softly, rummaging through her possessions until she discovered just what she was looking for.

"It’s fine," she replied softly, securing her rolling papers and setting them on top of the denim fabric that adorned her thighs. Grabbing the jar, Clover unscrewed the lid and reached for some of the contents. She didn’t worry about whether or not this guy would be offended by her actions. After all, she had been the one that had been lounging here first. As she fixed to roll a joint, Clover let her straw gold gaze flutter to his deep ruby eyes once more. "So, what’s your story? What’re you doing out here?" If he was a Lykoi that meant that he was family. Perhaps he knew more about where Clover’s siblings were, or maybe even her father.

Enkiel Lykoi · 06-03-2010, 08:16 PM

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He watched as she made her joint and lit it, frowning a little now, he didn’t care much for doing such things, but it seemed as though his cousin was trying to be a human. Why would someone want to do that after they pretty much made themselves extinct? Did she not learn from the past? He shrugged, it was her loss, he would stay to the old ways, although he did use human things, they were actually worth using.

I felt a need to come here. To be with family.

He replied, ignoring the rolling and the lighting of the joint, he wasn’t going to complain, but he moved off the tapestry onto a cool rock making sure he wasn’t down wind of her, he didn’t like his sinus’ being messed with either. He preferred nice clean fresh air which was far more intoxicating that some joint made to make one feel happy about everything. Bleh. That’s what he felt about it.

And your story, what made your own feet walk here? And why do you want to be human?

He asked, somewhat curious as to why she was here but felt she came just to join inferni just like all of his cousins and siblings. Family was big and it seemed to be getting bigger. He didn’t mind though, he was no spotlight of any attention, so that made him carry on with his own life. He’d have use for many wolves when he had the chance. He added the last part in, figuring it would calm her a little on the whole, human attributes, but then again it probably wouldn’t, he just liked criticizing, and that’s what she looked like she was doing, wearing clothes, the guitar, although the noise it made sounded nice, that’s all it did, the drugs, and jewelry, he cared little for such things and thought that if a canine of any kind cared too much for these things they were unconsciously asking to be humans. No matter how dirty they were.

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-17-2010, 10:28 PM

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Many apologies for the delay! <3

It was with relative ease that Clover rolled herself a joint, licking the paper with a quick swipe of her pink tongue and tucking away the dried leaves with a few rolls of her clawed fingers. When finished, she grinned to herself before placing it between her teeth while she lit a match. When the end caught flame, Clover put out the match and took her first hit, savoring the sweet smoke that filtered into her lungs. She wasn’t offended as Enkiel rose from the purple tapestry and moved away from her, and merely shrugged as she exhaled and watched the smoke billow away from both nostrils and mouth.

"The same, I suppose," she responded before taking another hit. She let his other words tumble in her head for a moment, thinking them over. 'And why do you want to be human?' Clover had never really wanted to be human. In fact, she didn’t really know too much about them. She realized the clothing that many of her loved ones wore resembled the extinct species, but she figured it didn’t matter too much. The humans had made useful inventions and Clover didn’t see why they couldn’t utilize them. Besides, she liked her clothing, her drugs, and her lifestyle. It was all she had ever known. "I’m trying to find my siblings. And maybe even my father," the smoke billowed away once again as Clover let her hand rest idly upon a thigh. "And I’m not trying to be a human. I’m just living my life the way I know how. With peace and love," and she took another hit.

Enkiel Lykoi · 06-18-2010, 08:33 PM

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He watched her with an eyebrow lifted wondering what she would do if he took the joint from her and threw it in the water, he made to act but she started talking again, so he settled himself down, listening to what she had to say, so she had the same feeling as him, maybe it was a Lykoi thing, family who stays together pretty much lives together, stronger and quite free although there was such things as living too closely.
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If they are Lykois then I’m sure you will find them in Inferni, but you will need permission to roam the lands. I don’t see it as a problem, grandmother loves all family.

He said quietly, knowing that she would even be accepted in the clan even though she adhorned human traints. Many of the coyotes did. He would never in his life wear clothes. He felt suffocated just by looking at even Clover. He’d speak his mind about it but he wasn’t going to actually make them take the clothes off, it did seem to make the place a bit more colorful

You should live your life as the wild, I find it quite intoxicating just by the hunt itself. Or just gnawing on a rabbit bone knowing you out smarted it instead of the other way around.

He said, he had made his first kill not long after he’d been transported to Nova Scotia, but that was because he was such a tiny coyote, and he wasn’t too good at catching things on his own. He’d scavenged for a while until he made his first kill. Then he did everything he could to make more, it felt good to just sink his teeth into something that was running for its life and he’d be the one to snuff out the said life.

Clover Love Lykoi · 07-11-2010, 01:40 PM

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My sincerest apologies!

The white cylinder had begun to diminish but the flow of thick white smoke seemed almost constant. Clover considered Enkiel’s words as he spoke, her hand resting idly on her thigh while she let the smoke in her lungs settle. After a moment, she exhaled another cloud of white and a smile caught her features. "Inferni, huh?" She had been told that before and had even traveled there a few days prior, meeting a man with a peculiar voice rough and deep, and yet somehow so smooth. He hadn’t been related to her, but she had heard that many of the coyotes in Inferni were. She was so very close to finding her father, but Clover had yet to happen across his campsite tucked away in the northern part of Inferni’s territory.

Although she listened politely to Enkiel’s words, it was clear that the two of them led very different lives. Clover would never abandon her gardening skills, thus her smoking habits. She would never strip away her clothing or jewelry to present herself as a bare Luperci. And she would never hunt innocent animals and gnaw away at their bones like Enkiel had suggested. That was just not her life and that was as clear as day to her. "I don’t eat meat," she told him, before sucking again at her joint. She had met a woman named Rikka whom seemed relatively similar to Clover – at least in the aspects of her lifestyle. She had explained to her how it was alright to eat meat, since that was how Mother Earth had designed the coyote species. But there was an art to it – you only took what you needed and you only preyed on the old or the sick. Clover had yet to implore this philosophy, but she was sure she’d adapt to it soon. Her frame was visibly frail and Clover had faced sickness countless times in her young life. Juniper Peace had adapted to a diet free of meat, but it left its members without substantial nutrition vital for their wellbeing. No wonder Clover, just like her father, was nothing more than skin and bones. "But to each his own, I guess."

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