.Hell Proof.

Rosario Duran · 06-28-2010, 08:51 PM

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Word Count: 750

o Character Name: Rosario Duran

o Character Birthdate: January 25, 2009

o Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci

o Species: 100% Canas Latrans Microdon Verto

o Gender: Female

o A secondary form of contact: I don’t consistently use any IM program.

o Currently played characters: None

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o Initial post:

A rather chilly gust of wind swept across the barren landscape, whistling in between the jagged rocks of the Waste. The sparse, yellowed shrubbery that occasionally sprouted from between the rocks rattled in the breeze as the creatures of the night chirped, croaked, hissed, and scurried along. Lazy clouds drifted across the dark sky, obscuring what would otherwise be a gorgeous view of the moon and stars. The sparse light from the hidden heavens and the shrill howls from the sudden gales lent a foreboding air to the scene.

For Rosario, however, the night held no fear. Her ocean hued orbs collected what little illumination fell from the laden clouds and seemed to radiate with their own internal source, allowing her to clearly see the terrain before her. Small, nimble pads found easy footholds among the path of craggy stone, permitting her to move with confidence. Only once did the vixen put her weight on the tip of a rock that tumbled beneath her, throwing her off balance. Rosario recovered quickly from the near-fall and reflexively glanced around to see if her blunder had been witness; of course not, she was alone. Utterly and hopelessly alone, abandoned, betrayed, outcast. A slight shiver not attributed to the chill in the air coursed down her spine as painful memories plagued her thoughts for a moment. She dispelled the unwanted emotions with a fierce shake of her crown and quickly continued on her way eastward.

The unbidden shudder reminded Rosario of the cold and she fought to keep her body from trembling in response to the constant breeze. Her pelt was short and toned lightly, not to mention her upbringing in the deserts of Mexico, and as such she was unaccustomed to the wet, frigid quality of the air here. Maybe during the day, when the sun was high in the sky to warm her, she wouldn’t feel the chill cut her all the way to her bones. On this night, though, there was nothing to do but keep moving. Rosario had heard of a coyote Luperci pack that might be able to help her become more familiar with herself and her new lifestyle, and so she had traveled for nearly a year to make it here. Despite her aversion, and even loathing, of the Luperci, she knew that on her own she would either die or lose herself.

Rosario went over the fateful conversation with a wayward bobcat that had led her to begin this journey. She tried to recall every detail he said, but it had been so long ago. One particular part of the exchange did stand out in her mind. “How,” she had asked, a skeptical look across her visage, “Will I know when I am therre?”

“Oh, you’ll know, little Luperci. You’ll know,” the bobcat had purred to her cryptically before slinking off, undoubtedly to harass some other misguided and confused Soul.

“Whateverr that mean,” Rosario growled in frustration, her R’s rolled and a Mexican accent thick in her speech. How was she expected to know when she was even close? Scent boundaries aside, that wouldn’t be readily apparent until she came upon the border itself. As if on cue, the small coyote stumbled into something that she hadn’t even noticed while deep in her musings. At first it startled her and caused her to leap back and take up a defensive stance in which she could further retreat. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was nothing to be afraid of. Well, mostly. Rosario stared curiously at the canine skull stuck upon a stake that protruded from the ground, which had eased from jagged rocks to something more sandy. The bone was bleached white from the sun and rather sinister looking with its permanently snarling countenance. It was large enough to be a wolf, she noted, and the hole where the vertebrate fused to the skull suggested Luperci origin. Hmmm... So far, so good.

“I guess this es what the old gato mean.” Rosario sat back on her petite haunches and wrapped her lengthy, voluminous tail around herself. The constant wind was carrying her scent away from the pack and, undoubtedly, would also carry away any calls she might make. Despite that, she felt it necessary to raise her muzzle to the shadowed heavens and release one short, piercing howl to alert anyone nearby of her presence. Rosario waited patiently afterwards as the gales swept across her pelt, ringing the little bell that pierced her right aud.

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Kaena Lykoi · 06-28-2010, 10:25 PM

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Number one, awesome post, number two, a coyote who speaks Spanish!??! ZOMG LAHV.

Summer was in full swing, as far as Kaena could tell—the days had become long and hot. The silvery Centurion did not mind this sort of weather; the heat had not yet progressed to unbearable levels. There were still some weeks left before that occurred, and Kaena would enjoy this milder weather while she could. The silvery hybrid preferred moderate temperatures to anything extreme, of course—too hot or too cold and she was bitter and miserable. The pressing heat made her wish to lay on the relatively cool floor of her cave for the entirety of the day, and the freezing cold made her old bones and joints ache like nothing else.

Tonight, however, the ashen-hued woman wasn't feeling her age, and so she made her way about the borders as usual, paying particular attention to the southwestern end of their territory. This was where they saw the most activity, of course—it was rare for canines to come from the north, though the silver-shaded hybrid knew that was where the mainland was. She had come that way on her return, after all. Of course, it was quite plausible to the scarred old canine that not everyone would be perfectly willing to hook up with the first group they came across, especially when said clan decorated its borders with skulls.

The hybrid caught the sound of a howl on the air, sharp and high-pitched. She could not detect an accompanying scent, but she did not expect to, as the wind was not to her favor. Still, Kaena set off quickly, trotting over the flat, familiar land of the wastes toward the sound. She still could not smell the newcomer, but as she drew closer to the apparent source of the howl, a soft, strange sound caught her ears. It was not a natural sound, and it vaguely reminded her of metal striking metal, though it was nowhere near the same caliber. This sound was far softer and strangely pleasant, and the hybrid woman followed this now, figuring it was connected in some way to the howl. Before long she came across a coyote.

The female was typical in coloration, but perhaps most striking was her size—she was quite small, but very obviously fully grown; there was no evidence of puppyhood within her. The one-eyed hybrid noted this with interest, though her face remained stoic and difficult to interpret as always, a result of the mass of scar tissue criss-crossing it. “What can I do for you?” the hybrid asked, her remaining golden-yellow eye focused on the other canine. Though there was no warmth within the coyote woman, neither was there anger or displeasure—this was familiar business to the old coyote, and she would handle it as she always had.

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Rosario Duran · 06-29-2010, 12:19 AM

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Word Count: 829 ;; Sorry if this is boring. :x

Traveling over the Wastes had proven to Rosario that the weather of this climate was something she was highly unaccustomed to; her instincts told her she should be in the smoldering heat of summer in Mexico, but her body betrayed her with its shivering. She had managed to overcome her discomfort and ignore the cold by keeping her limbs moving over the terrain, but it provided only temporary relief. As soon as the coyote settled into a comfortable seated position at the borders of the Inferni pack, the cold began to set in again. Without the movement of her muscles creating heat, it didn’t take long for Rosario to begin to shiver. It was only a gentle shudder, but consistent and likely noticeable. With exasperation she recalled the summers of her birthplace, where the heat never truly abated, as the sand that was set ablaze during the day kept the ground hot throughout the night. Honestly, that sort of climate was much more forgiving than this one. At least, that was her opinion.

While she was still mentally grumbling about the temperature, the wind carried the scent of another to Rosario. Her train of thought abated rather quickly and suddenly the weather didn’t seem like such a colossal concern. A stream of doubts filled her crown and clouded out the rationalities that may have existed prior. What if the one approaching was like the Luperci who had killed her brother, Roman? What if, even worse, it was like the one who had turned her simple life into one of misery? What if they decided she was unworthy and simply put an end to her? What if, what if, what if. All these fears and more, some highly insanely unrealistic, caused the coyote to doubt her choice at coming here.

Somewhere deep inside her mind, the calm of her discern wormed into the fray and began to dispel the silly fears of one so scarred and hurt in her emotional past. After all, Rosario had traveled long and hard to make it here. Where else would she go? If this went awry, her future would be truly uncertain. During her journey she had not allowed thoughts of potential failure to invade, and so the later details of such an instance were sketchy even to the femme.

Such concerns would have to be saved for later, however, because at that moment the one to answer Rosario’s call appeared out of the darkness. She immediately flattened her right aud on her head to silence the bell. The first thing she noticed was the golden orb that suddenly pierced the gloom cast by the cloudy sky, and the fact that there was only one of the glowing optics. Next was the size difference between herself and the approaching silhouette – even other members of Rosario’s family were around the same proportions as her, because that was how her subspecies was built. The one coming to greet her seemed ridiculously huge. Was it truly a coyote? When the giant came closer, Rosario got a look at the coloration, which was not typical to a coyote. Ok, so a hybrid... she could see the coyote ancestry in the lithe build of the other. The final thing, and the most startling, was the severe scarring almost anywhere she could see. It was a bit difficult for Rosario not to stare at the other in open amazement, but she managed.

However, other than sheer awe at the life this older canine must have lived, the countenance also inspired fright within the younger and smaller coyote. She leapt to her feet to enable herself to act more quickly should the need arise, and the cold depths of her pools watched every movement to glean a potential attack. When nothing seemed forthcoming other than the business like greeting, Rosario allowed her previously folded ear to straighten, and the light, cheerful jingling of the bell commenced due to the playful wind. Sudden adrenaline blocked out the cold she had been feeling, but an idle part of her mind wondered how the ancient before her seemed unphased by such a chill. Ridiculous!

Rosario dipped her head respectfully to the vastly more experienced ess before her. When she replied, her voice was soft and polite, but thickly accented as always. “I am please to meet you. This es the Inferrni, si?” After a quick pause for some sort of acknowledgement confirming her question, she continued. “My name es Rosario Duran (R’s especially heavily pronounced for her name) and I have travel here from very far south to.. how you say..” Here she paused a moment, searching for the exact word to use. “Ah! I come to rrequest entrrance in tu familia, yourr pack. Please excuse… I am no verry good with yourr language,” Rosario admitted at last. During her introduction she had slowly angled herself slightly away from the hybrid in self defense, as her wariness was never too far from the mind.

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Kaena Lykoi · 06-29-2010, 02:31 AM

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No worries! (496)

At the silver-shaded woman's approach, the other canine leaped upwards, seeming anxious at the approach. There was no outright fear in the other canine, but the hybrid found it appropriate—Inferni didn't decorate its borders with skulls for nothing, and it was unnerving at how readily some accepted them. At least this newcomer had the sense to keep her wits about her; even if Inferni was not the type to attack without probable cause (at least, not anymore anyway), this newcomer could not possibly have known that about the clan. Beyond this moment, however, there was neither defensiveness or aggression about the other canine, and she folded her ear, the jingling sound ceasing. Curiously, the one-eyed hybrid studied that ear, finding the small bauble there and noting it with interest. Such a thing did seem counterproductive to hunting, yet it if could be as easily silenced, it was not so much a hindrance.

The smaller female spoke, her voice heavy with an accent the hybrid woman did not recognize. She was no stranger to odd accents and foreign languages—though she did not speak any herself, over her lifetime she had met a few canines from faraway places, canines who had not been taught English as their first language. Even now, Cotl was from some faraway place, and she didn't quite grasp all of the words he used. Then again, that might be an entirely different problem irrelevant to his origin. “Yeah,” she said, nodding to emphasize her confirmation of the tawny canine's question. “I am Kaena Lykoi, Centurion of the clan.” she said, introducing herself in turn. It was rare for the silver-shaded coyote to state she was pleased to meet someone; such sentiments were uncommon where Kaena was concerned. Of course, she was not the most sociable of creatures, so this was to be expected.

“No problem,” she responded to the woman's apology for language. This was certainly far easier to adjust to than Cotl's peculiar manner of speech, which was to interject random expletives and curses. The silvery Centurion had already written that off as a bit of craziness, and as she herself was certainly not immune from that, she could not hold it against him. Though the hybrid remained where she was, her yellow-golden eye remained on the other woman, still sizing her up—it was clear this female was unlikely to do well on her own if she were to come into conflict with a fully grown wolf, but even so, the silver-shaded hybrid was not so dense as to think a canine's strengths were only what they were physically capable of. “Well, our borders are open, of course—but what can you do for Inferni?” the hybrid asked, wishing to skip to the heart of this discussion. She was not one to linger on the borders and interrogate newcomers about every aspect of their past; learning a little about them and their skills was fine enough for the silver-shaded hybrid.

Table thanks to Erin!

Rosario Duran · 06-29-2010, 05:05 AM

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Word Count: 506 ;; Heh, laaameee post on my part.

For the entirety of her young life, Rosario had always been considered ultimately useless. If she were to look back and ponder why this was the case, all the facts really did point to one thing: She had no particular aptitudes at her disposal. Her hunting abilities were mediocre at best. Fighting had never been something she was meant for with such a slight build. Feminine wiles and the art of manipulation through seduction were lost on her. Medicinal practices held no interest for her. All of the humanistic abilities that the Luperci sought after were things she was almost entirely unfamiliar with and, honestly, was somewhat opposed to learning. So yes, useless is a word that could be used to describe her.

This is not to say that Rosario was without talent. Quite the contrary, actually. Being a quick and avid study when she applied herself, the coyote could undoubtedly learn to be very useful. Potential is a good thing to have, but sometimes potential alone is not enough to suffice. The current situation she found herself in might have been one of those times. Several thoughts ran through Rosario’s head, somewhere along the lines of lying to make herself seem like she could be an asset to the Inferni. This was quickly dismissed, because if she was caught in her lie (as is inevitable) she would probably find herself right back where she started – miserable. So, what to say? Well, honesty is always a good policy, at least in theory.

Rosario’s large auds twitched a bit, causing the silver bell to jingle in acknowledgement of the brisk motion. While she did not understand some of the words used by the hybrid, the meaning behind them was easy enough to grasp. “Well,” Rosario began rather tentatively in response, “I do no have much to offerr. I learrn fast and can be taught to fill whateverr rroll es need.” The femme allowed for a brief pause here, perhaps for effect, but mostly to think of a way to redeem herself after admitting something that she considered rather humiliating. After all, the entirety of her life she had striven to prove her worth to her father, but in the end was only turned away. It was kind of a sore subject. “But I can trry and prrove myself in some otherr way if it es need,” she attempted, rather lamely.

Ocean orbs briefly glanced at the staked skull of the wolf that had been bumped into earlier. Rosario allowed herself a moment to wonder if, eventually, this would be her fate. Maybe it would happen tonight. Did the Inferni kill those they had no use for? Maybe it would happen later on down the line. After all, she never seemed to be able to make good of the situations she was in. Could a lifetime of failure be redeemed? Well, that was supposing she lived. Rosario would’ve laughed right then at the next words that crossed her mind, but she withheld. ‘I’m not a cynic. Just realistic.’

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Kaena Lykoi · 06-30-2010, 02:53 AM

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We could either cap it OOCly here or you could reply again! Big Grin (504)

Of all the silver-shaded woman's weaknesses, social interaction was perhaps the most damaging. Kaena did not tend to keep many friends that were not bound to her by blood or clan. She had no interest in outsiders for the most part, especially not most pack wolves. Then again, her own daughter lived in a pack now, and her other children had lived in packs long before the present time. She could not make their decisions for them, however, and the silver-shaded woman knew such efforts were futile. Rikka was very likely better off in the calm Miracles pack rather than amongst her family, anyway—Inferni was simply a magnet for trouble, and it attracted the worst kind.

It was highly unlikely that Kaena would have caught an outright lie; she was not particularly good at interpreting the more complex spectrum of body language, and if Rosario or anyone else was even half-decent at lying, they would have rather easily slipped it by her. The other canine, however, did not seem as if she were attempting to exaggerate—exactly the opposite, in fact. Rosario stated that she was not particularly good at anything, once again in her thick accent. The sable ears of the woman pricked forward to better catch her words, nodding her scarred head. Though her expression did not change, the hybrid did appreciate the honesty—she would much rather have someone who did not attempt to stretch or twist the truth than a canine who claimed to do everything, yet turned out to be as useless as a newborn.

The coyote clan had taken in canines in worse shape than this one—injured ones who needed weeks of recuperation and care, younger ones who were totally dependent. The silver-shaded hybrid did not think a lack of specialization was enough to warrant turning this newcomer away from the clan; it took a hell of a lot for rejection where Inferni was concerned. They could always stand to add to their ranks, after all. “No, no need, really,” the hybrid responded. There was no reason for Kaena to ask for a demonstration or anything from the smaller coyote; such a thing would hardly prove useful in determining the longevity of Rosario's membership in Inferni. “As long as you're willing to pull your weight and you can learn, you can stay,” the silver-shaded woman said.

“Come on,” the coyote said, turning toward the inner territory and indicating it was quite alright for Rosario to pass the border as well. The scarred woman ambled forward into the territory, turning her good eye and ear back to the newest addition to the clan to speak again. “Some of Inferni lives in the caves, some of us in the mansion. You can stay wherever you'd like, though,” she explained. “You've been traveling a while, so take some time to rest.” The Centurion had no idea just how far Rosario had traveled to come to Inferni; if she had known, her feet might have ached for the other canine.

Kaena Lykoi · 06-30-2010, 02:53 AM

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Rosario Duran · 06-30-2010, 04:08 PM

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Word Count: 373 ;; Here is good. (: Just wanted a good closing post.

It came as somewhat of a surprise to Rosario when she was allowed into the ranks of the Inferni with such ease. Really, it hadn’t required too much effort on her part. Aside from traveling over nearly an entire continent, that is, but she didn’t really count that particular detail too much. Rampant cynic that she was, the coyote had expected to be asked to perform some great, nigh impossible feat to test her abilities. That or be denied right out. Either way, Rosario would’ve been royally screwed. After a moment she dismissed the thought from her mind and moved to follow along after Kaena. No use dwelling on the past and dreading things that didn’t even happen, after all.

Rosario paused briefly after crossing the threshold into her new home, a sudden sense of accomplishment swelling in her chest. She had made it, really and truly. All the hardships she had faced along the way only made her stronger, and now she was going to be given the opportunity to truly show that she wasn’t as useless as she once was. Ok, well maybe that one was a bit of a stretch. But at least she wasn’t going to be alone, traveling every day, facing constant perils and setbacks. It felt good for Rosario to know she had done something she set out to do. It gave her a small sense of pride that flared up briefly and sent a shot of warmth through her veins. Then the feeling diminished, leaving a pleasant tingling in its wake. No use being arrogant and prideful over something so small.

The femme allowed herself a parting glance over her shoulder, where she could still just make out the haunting skull of the wolf in the darkness. Her azure orbs lingered on the site for a few moments before she quickly padded after the Centurion, silver bell singing in the wind. For just a moment, Rosario had let her imagination loose, and she had seen her own skull decorating the Inferni’s borders some day. Whatever the future held for the coyote, she was ready to face it with resolute determination and grim defiance, as she always had. No sweating it… very much.

Now, about the cold…

Big thank you to Sie for the beautiful table.

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