Into the sea

Halo Lykoi · 10-25-2010, 06:39 PM

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The young woman had left her equipment back in the Mansion. She had contemplated dropping by the caves to see the Centurion and her son, but chose against it. Lids hooded her dazzling ruby eyes as she peeked up at the blue sky made imperfect by dots of whirling greys in various hues. A clawed hand rose to rest against her cream painted chest in pursuit of the steady rhythm of the pulsing organ hiding behind flesh and bone. The world was looking a little bit more right these days, and she hoped that she could avoid the drama that always managed to find her. Perhaps it was her bad karma drawing ugliness in her direction, but if she opened her eyes she could plainly see that not everything was bad.

Dark copper hair danced in the breeze as she paced away from the large villa and towards the distant shore. Last time she had gazed upon the glittering sea she had stood beside her father with her young son in her arms. The beat deep behind her chest adjusted to a higher rhythm at the thought of Samael, but she did not want to look back into the past where darkness lurked. It was a long walk, but it did her good. She wondered if she should have asked Silas to come with her, but she was still uncertain of where they stood, overall. There was more confidence than there had been though, and that was good.

Kesho Maisha · 10-25-2010, 07:22 PM

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He was making his way towards the shore once again. Kesho found that he could always seek out this spot for comfort, nostalgia, and elegance. It was perhaps his favorite area thus far; though he'd yet to visit the expanse of Inferni's new territory quite yet. Currently, he was making his way, leisurely, through the Grimwell Caverns, enjoying the landscape filled with thoroughly astonishing geometric rock forms. The bronzed coyote viewed off in the distance a hint of water glistening beyond the series of trees and multiple caverns ahead of him. It surprised the male that the majority of these caves were empty, without occupants. Several were marked with ownership, both in scent and decoration, or, in one case, smeared in blood with several skulls placed around its perimeter. Kesho made a mental note to avoid that one, as among the collection was at least one coyote skull. The site appeared quite abandoned otherwise, but yet couldn't help but get an eerie vibe from the location.

Trotting on, he approached the beach with more speed now. Excitedly, he sped up a bit, allowing his legs to stretch after simply walking all day. Upon reaching the sand, he started, slowing down from his previous jaunt. Ahead of him was another clan member; one whom he'd yet to make acquaintance with. Glancing toward her quite eagerly through his ember orbs, he approached, with fair caution. She appeared quite lovely, obviously a Luperci in optime form. Suddenly, he felt inadequate. However, he didn't feel the need to shift yet. It was still a slight mystery to him, being able to shift at all. Kesho had contracted the virus quite recently-- within the past year-- and hadn't utilized his ability very much. He honestly preferred his native shape, and generally felt uncomfortable in his optime skin. Another reason for his avoidance was the fact that his alter personality often enjoyed taking over and caused him to shift, followed by havoc being wreaked upon anything near him. Barely able to reason at all in this form, he often regretted the destruction and harm he caused. It took immense mental concentration in order for him to regain control of his own body during these times, and it frightened him somewhat. However, looking at the female in front of him caused him to long for it somewhat; or at least long to be comfortable with it. She's got a nice ass, why don't you go smack it?, coaxed the other's voice. Fuck off, I'm busy now!, he snarled in rebuke. Yeah, busy about to fuck her! Hah! He shook his head, trying to stabilize his thoughts. He was disgusted by the words of the other, glancing away from the femme. He did in fact think she was quite attractive, even in this form, but of course he kept that to himself.

"Ah, hello madame. Mind if I join you on the coast? Lovely weather out here today, hm?"

The golden male slunk toward her, staying wary, as he knew not all of the coyotes in Inferni were friendly, and it was generally assumed that one wasn't quite so when approaching. His now seemingly small head faced forward, but his ears remained tuned on her, in case she spoke-- or became aggressive. Feeling shrunken next to her large frame he stayed standing, in an attempt to not further belittle himself.

Halo Lykoi · 10-27-2010, 10:11 AM

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Green and brown layers of withering grass and crumbling earth gave way for corny, dusty sand as she drew closer to Inferni’s salty shores. Ruby sought the south-western horizon as the feminine optime wondered whether or not there was a hell after this life and if so, if that was where she would eventually end up. She had not shed a tear for her considerate half-sister. The war had not been a fact back then, but Halo Lykoi had nevertheless put the gun to her wolfish sister’s head and pulled the trigger. Residue and metal had clung to the back of her tongue for days after. Perhaps the pale wolfess had been innocent, but Halo had chosen her side a long time ago and she could no longer sketch out the path she wished to follow in regards of family.

Dahlia had done so much wrong—they had deserved what had been coming. Slender fingers rubbed against her copper pelted neck and she ached for the additional weight of the sword that seemed to be a natural part of her. Perhaps she was a failure; failing to protect herself from monsters with blurred out faces, but she was a warrior nevertheless, and so deadly once the sword was in her hand and the soles of her feet tasted soil. The war had not been beautiful, but she had felt of use back then. Now she did not know what to think. Oversized ears drew backwards and caught sounds that seemed slightly out of the ordinary, environmental sounds. One seemed more exposed to the unpleasantness of being taken by surprise when the rhythmic dance of the ocean caressed the air.

Turning slightly, she breathed in Inferni’s characteristic aroma of salt and ash, but the breeze was not moving in her favour—rather the opposite. It was a fellow coyote in his natural form, and from what she could judge on the decreasing distance he had lived many years more than her. He spoke immediately after, and she understood that he had not meant to sneak up on her. Her mouth was a fine, tense line, along the corners seemed likely to curve downwards without much provocation. Who was this lunatic? It was a shame that she was failing at keeping herself updated with Inferni’s new arrivals. Halo just did not have much patience learning of worthless creatures that only joined so that they could betray and abandon the clan that was so kind to give them shelter when they sought it. There was nothing worse than a traitor, in Halo’s book.

”Lovely,” the woman repeated, though she could not really have cared much less about the day’s glorious, blue sky. She did not shy away from him, however, and so turned slightly away, but not before she had given him a court nod of acceptance. She had come her because she wanted some time for herself, but Itachi was no longer living with her and so there was enough solitude for her to find room for thought at a later time. He paced closer and the young woman allowed a smile to tug half-heartedly on the edges of her lips. ”New arrival?” she wondered, her smooth voice attempting to rid itself from the natural hostility that usually inhabited it.

Kesho Maisha · 10-27-2010, 08:22 PM

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Kesho observed the lovely she-beast as she prowled the shore. Surely, she could do great harm to him if he were to remain in his lupine form. However, he trusted her to remain docile for the time being. His ears swerved to attention as she spoke; she was very curt and obviously unimpressed by or simply apathetic to his presence. Hoping that she was this way with everyone, and reaffirming to himself that he had not truly offended her in any way, Kesho allowed her words to be heard. He wondered how he seemed to her. Obviously she thought he was a newcomer to the clan; and, in a sense, he was. But truly he had belonged here since the beginning. It was only a matter of self-control which kept him from remaining here throughout the past 5 years. He had lost a love; perhaps the only one he ever sincerely meant, and it had devastated him. She had been murdered by wolves, and he would never let the beasts live that down.

Shaking his head out of the past, Kesho remembered that he had been posed a question. He glanced at her, slightly curious, slightly affable-- an expression which bore the presence of youth, something he greatly longed to experience again. "I've been here before. Eight years ago, I stood on that stretch of beach," he motioned to the northeast, where the lands had since burned to the ground, "with Kaena and Zarah...A small group had gathered to form Inferni then." He paused here, unsure whether or not to continue his short history lesson. He suddenly felt older than he had in months. "Anyways, five years ago I left. Now, clearly, I've returned; and no less loyal than I was then."

The bronze male walked forward into the shallow water, letting the cold breathe through him. He became quite somber, and stared at the moon, his rouge eyes expressing the slightest hint of sadness, of longing. She was weak, Kesho. Zarah was nothing but a weak little bitch. She deserved it., snarled a voice inside his head. Forget her. The orange dog became visibly annoyed, though kept his fit quiet. Fuck off, she was better than you'll ever be. Surprised he had silenced the voice so easily, with such little insult, he sighed slowly. Now, he turned his head once more to the femme before him.

"Things have changed, though.", he stated simply. He knew that this girl was young, and clearly a mixed breed herself. She surely didn't have the same thoughts ingrained into her head as he had when he was young. Kesho himself was attempting to rid himself of his prejudice, however. It would not do him well to hold onto it for long.

Halo Lykoi · 10-29-2010, 11:31 AM

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She stood her ground, face awaiting his reply. She would judge and toss him away soon enough—she always did. His words intrigued her straight away, however. That stretch of beach? Cherry coated eyes turned to glance to the northeast where she knew the clan lands had inhabited before the fire that had rampaged long before she arrived to have her life ruined. Eight years ago, this fellow was really old then. Kaena and Zarah, he was one of the founders of Inferni. She did not know who this male was, but she was hesitant to label him as a liar straight away despite her distrusting nature. What did no less loyal mean, she wondered.

”Interesting,” the slender woman smiled, the elegant line warming up her well sculptured face. The young Lykoi knew a fair bit about the clan’s history, and so it was slightly annoying that she could not place him. She did not want to doubt his liability, for this could be a golden opportunity. Things had changed, but this was all the young hybrid knew. The woman’s eyelids seemed to flutter slightly before she turned back to the four legged member that seemed to be no ordinary newcomer after all. ”Who are you, then?” she then asked, intent on leading this conversation forwards and discover exactly who this dude was.

For once it couldn’t hurt to show some manners. ”I am Halo, by the way,” she smiled, tilting her head just a little bit to allow a few copper locks to fall down over a ruby hued eye. ”Kaena’s granddaughter.”

Kesho Maisha · 11-01-2010, 03:21 PM

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The elder coyote listened with interest to the few words that the she-dog spoke, allowing her tone to convey her intentions and emotinality-- or lack thereof. From the little that she spoke, Kesho gathered that she was perhaps somewhat more withdrawn than he. It was just as well, however; he could converse with nearly anyone at length, if the urge pressed him. The bronzed coyote wondered what exactly she was thinking; it was hard to read through her blunt nature. He smiled back at her, as she did to him, his intense, fiery eyes meeting hers briefly, not allowing his attention to linger for too long, lest the beast inside sneak past him and explode into reality. He pawed at the water momentarily, absently, letting his mind wander to hold his attention elsewhere, for just long enough. Glancing up again, he nodded, apologetically, realizing now that he hadn't, in fact, revealed his name to this miss.

"Ah, apologies; I'm Kesho. Grandson of someone whom I never knew." His mouth curled into a slightly sad, but humorous expression. "I was unaware of the reaches of Kaena's family. I assume you aren't the only one? I thought a few faces bore her resemblance."

Now he removed his body from the damp shore, choosing instead to march on the dry sand, idly examining seashells of various shapes and colors; he admired their natural complexity. Looking up at the female, he realized that she, too, was quite complex. He wondered her true heritage, for she appeared more mixed than some, yet the true coyote in her shone through with ease. Perhaps this was due to her seemingly calculating and cunning nature. The older canine wondered to himself if Gabriel was also spawn of Kaena, and doubted it little now that he had seen her other offspring. You'll never have grandchildren, Kesho; no one would dare lay a tender hand on you, for fear of me. He tried to shut out this forceful thought-- this other persona-- from beyond his conscience, denying every bit of its attempts to control him. The coyote demanded of himself the strength to keep these attempts at mutiny at bay, and instead turned his attention to the sea, rapturous and deafeningly loud at times, he studied it, maintaining some facet of his attention towards Halo.

Halo Lykoi · 11-05-2010, 05:53 PM

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To her, revealing that she was a Lykoi was the same as poking her finger with a sharp claw to reveal that her blood was coloured blue from royalty. It was Kaena that had begun it all, and the lithe woman remained fiercely proud of her blood line despite realizing that her family was a very fucked up one. No, she continued to love the thought of her natural superiority. Ruby admires Kesho’s form as he spoke, trying to either humour or offend her by adding a rather unnecessary part about his own grandmother. Despite promise, he was a simple peasant compared to the likes of Lykoi. Ruby eyes narrowed in slight distaste for his humorous expression, but she assumed he bore no ill intent.

She was surprised to hear that he was more or less clueless about Kaena’s family. Strange, had they not ruled Inferni since the clan originally was born, more or less? Halo belonged to one of the strongest families in ‘Souls, so things had no doubt changed then if he remembered a different Inferni. She watched him as he moved from the shore and moved onto drier sands. She moved along as well, finding it odd to have a conversation with a coyote on four legs. There was less balance there. He would have to continue to peer up and she would have to look down to his lesser form.

”Many of Inferni’s members are connected to Kaena through blood,” she replied simply, searching for her mental list of present Lykois. Family members came and went—some of them as they pleased and the copper woman could not stand it. ”Perhaps ten.,” she muttered, remembering that it had been a while since she had managed to have a proper overview of Inferni’s present members. The clan had flourished, but she knew that at least half surely had some percentage of Kaena’s blood running through their veins.

Kesho Maisha · 11-11-2010, 07:03 PM

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WC: 412 Sorry for the wait! :x

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Kesho watched with intrigue as the girl spoke, though few words came out of her mouth. It seemed he was meeting more and more clansmen[and women] who preferred silence. Perhaps it was smart; keeping more to yourself, not speaking your mind so much. Kesho had never been good at speaking simply, it was always a bit of a production. He liked to let others know how he felt, what he was thinking. It hadn't often gotten him in trouble; he wasn't stupid about it, at least not now. He'd learned, for the most part, how to keep from being insulting or malignant with his words, accidentally.

It was amazing to Kesho, who had been away from these lands for so long, that now the place was truly run by the Lykois. When he first joined the clan, it was just Kaena. He wondered briefly how many fathers her children and grandchildren all had; he didn't think less of Kaena for her assuredly long list of partners, but it was worth considering. Where had they all gone, and why weren't any of them still involved with the clan? He pondered this all in silence, for once knowing to hold his tongue. Surely the Aquila, Gabriel, was too related to Kaena. He was strong... and Halo seemed quite strong as well. They both seemed to express the same sort of stoic confidence that Kaena herself always carried.

"Interesting." He responded simply to her, nodding lightly. He couldn't help but notice that the young girl seemed to take some amount of pride in her name. Of course, he also couldn't hold that against her. Still, though, it felt perhaps undeserved. What did she know of Inferni's history? Where was her place in its future? She seemed to hold much promise, though, and Kesho took notice of her lithe form and obvious strength beneath her small frame. "I hope to meet more of them, then..." He trailed off, glancing off into the distance once again at the sea. Kesho felt now as though he had intruded on Halo's earlier intentions; perhaps she had come here with every intention to spend the day alone. Was he interfering? "My apologies if I'm interrupting your plans. I'm sure you didn't come here with the intent to spend your evening chatting away with an old man." He smiled lightly at her, wondering whether he might be able to penetrate the hard outer shell that he so associated with her family.

Halo Lykoi · 11-14-2010, 04:01 PM

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He wasn’t affected by her impolite body language—instead continued to act in a friendly manner. It did not make her feel bad for her lack of the proper manners, but it did improve her general impression of him. It was probably because he was well beyond her years and knew better than to get worked up by an unpleasant child. She could easily respect her elders if they were worthy of it, and despite his obvious lack of knowledge about her family was not a sin. As he said that he hoped to meet more of her family, a pale, genuine smile finally breached her cold wall. Her original reason for being here was forgotten anyway if there had ever been one in the first place.

She shook her head as he wished to apologize for stealing some of her time. There was nothing she needed to do and if he was the veteran he claimed to be, she wanted a story. ”True, I didn’t,” she admitted, though her voice had taken on a warmer tone now when she knew that she could easily risk losing his company. ”I don’t mind though,” she purred, smile slowly blooming to enchant her already dazzling face. ”I’d like to know more about the old Inferni,” she stated, her words clearly suggesting that he should tell her a story. Halo had issues with interacting with many of Inferni’s members, but this male here was of great value to her already.

She loved diving into the coyote clan’s history and besides from Kaena, this was the first member that could enlighten her about the past.

Kesho Maisha · 11-24-2010, 10:24 PM

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He took in her words slowly, since each seemed to be so precious that she wanted few to leak out. A slight smirk came across his face, and he shifted his weight a bit, quickly deciding to change into a seated position. She wanted a story; it might take a minute. Then again, he though, he didn't really have very many grand and glorious stories to tell. The original Mudbloods was simply a ruthless band of coyotes who wanted nothing more than to win all the time. And they had, to an extent. They were feared, that was sure. But their structure had been lacking. It was clear their modus operandi had changed, but there still existed some rotting skeleton of their past. Kesho glanced up at her, his fiery eyes flickering, wondering whether or not to mention all of this. She seemed to be a bit different than the others he'd met; her character and behavior harkened back to those founding days of the clan. Wondering briefly how she might feel, knowing that this place had once been quite different, and that they were never so tolerant as they seemed now. He wasn't bitter for it, truly. He couldn't be, where would that lead? But it was new, and it required acclimation.

"Well, now..." he paused, collecting his thoughts again. "Mudbloods was...different, back then. More likely, we were, to plan and attack without much regard for consequence. The blood lust was strong, and we were truly feared." His eyes blazed; his mind had been transported to the past. "We fought with the wolves frequently; there were a lot of small battles, that in the end caused great stress. For the most part, we had trouble coming together as a clan. They were shaky beginnings, with the worst intentions-- overthrow their wolven bretheren. Clearly, things have come together for the better lately." He said this with a very slight tone of bitterness in his voice. Kesho had always hoped that Mudbloods could survive the way it began. Looking back, though, it was quite the unruly bunch, but they sure wreaked plenty of havoc. "The clan's never been so tolerant as it is now, I'll say that." He added quickly, soon falling silent.

Halo Lykoi · 11-27-2010, 04:18 PM

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Solid patience settled on her features as the man cooperated and granted her wish. She knew much about the clan, both about its present state and the rich history, but it was rare for her to be able to listen to a true elder of the clan. Ruby fell to the ground between them as Kesho spoke. Fingers brushed away loose strands of hair brought to her face by the untameable breeze; an automated move that required little focus. The tone in his voice brought her gaze back up again so that it could settle on his eyes. She believed he had been someone magnificent back then.

In theory, the former Inferni was the one she had come to these lands to love. The current clan was indeed different from that from the elder male’s tale. Racism had always found nutrition within her chaotic soul, and perhaps if she had been a part of the past she could have taken flight and become the Valkyrie she always had dreamed of being. Well, she was older now; no longer a loyal follower of silly dreams. Her gaze seemed to wonder as he noted that things seemed to have come together for the better, though she noted the disagreement in his voice.

As his voice fell silent, hers rose. ”You don’t sound content about that.” It was possible that she agreed with him if she read him correctly. ”Do you miss the days of glory?” the war and the conflict. She thought of Samael; felt herself shudder lightly.

Kesho Maisha · 11-27-2010, 10:23 PM

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Kesho could sense, to some extent, that the femme understood his brooding and reminiscent undertones. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her considering him. What do others think of me, I wonder...just a foolish old man, or what? And as if unable to think without it happening, another voice hissed inside his head. Sounds like a fitting title. You're a worthless fucker, after all. Kesho suppressed a shudder as the voice echoed inside his head. He narrowly managed to keep these thoughts at bay, forcing his mind closed. What an annoying chore. He had become more capable, over the years, to keep those thoughts-- keep him-- away. It required all of his concentration and attention, however, and tended to make him look a bit...well, crazy. He let out a light sigh, and an ear flicked as it attended to Halo's voice presently. His features hardened visibly as her words spilled out. Both were true; his eyes narrowed slightly, considering her question. To reveal such information might be a bad idea. Though, as it stood, Gabriel knew, for the most part, how Kesho felt. It really wasn't much of a secret. So as he spoke the words flew easily, amiably.

"I must admit, sometimes the longing catches me." He admitted, turning his head away from her briefly. "Old habits die hard, and all that." He smirked, eyes flashing briefly.

Talking about the glory days--for truly it was a good term for them--caused Kesho's mind to wander. Inferni had been young then, very erratic and uncoordinated. But damned if they weren't revered and feared for it. The old, bronzed coyote pawed at the ground idly, trailing a clawed paw in the sand, making silly nonsense shapes. He looked back up at the girl, feeling a bit sheepish now. She might think that he was still that coyote, from back then. It was true that he maintained most of his beliefs, rituals, and ideals, but now that he had returned, it was shocking. It wasn't the same place, and these practices didn't fly as quickly or easily here. So he was adjusting. And slowly, but against his will, he was being worked into something that resembled his old self, but wasn't quite. He was, however, working back his muscle and form, regaining the structure of a much younger coyote. It had been a while, though, since he'd fully and truly had the capacity to be as he had been for all those years. Now, he felt, he was being returned that sense of belonging and need.

"I'm a bit out of practice, though, truth be told." He added, humbly trying to keep his feeble ego from swelling larger than it could handle. Back then, he remembered, he had let his feelings of invincibility get the best of him. He had been hurt. Though he was once a great fighter, his skills were due for refreshing. He had begun his re-training on day one of returning to these lands. Kesho had felt his speed returning, and knew that it would take several months to be even close to the beast that he had once been.

Halo Lykoi · 12-07-2010, 07:06 AM

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Old habits died hard, indeed. Ruby remained curious as she quietly devoured his words. It was an easy task for her to long for things she knew nothing of. The grass always seemed greener on the other side of that hideous fence of actual reality. Her stay here had not been meant to develop the way it had, and she knew with relative certainty that she was likely to remain bitter forever. She had sought a strong alliance and a prominent position, but so much had turned wrong. Kesho had spoken of a different Inferni, and it rhymed sweetly with her silly daydreams as a younger girl. ”Maybe,” she breathed, not quite managing to forge better words that could make him understand that she longed as well.

Interest roared within again as he spoke his next words. Yes, was he not a creature of war and destruction, having lived and longed for the old days of a more glorious Inferni? Lips were gently curved with a content smile now as she decided that she indeed approved of the man before her. Crouched down, she let her claws gently dig into the sodden sand, drawing lines similar to those she imagined he once had drawn on wolf flesh. ”I am one of the Hydras of the clan,” she revealed, words soaked with pride. ”Were you a warrior?” She did not necessarily speak of rank alone. Warrior by heart was just as important, and she had noticed that he remained on all fours. If he was experienced and favoured the quadruple form, she could gain much by taking him as her sparring partner.

Kesho Maisha · 12-13-2010, 01:05 AM

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No trouble at all. Smile We should probably have a thread after this(or maybe just add it in this one?) with them sparring some. Kesho needs some tips for fighting in Optime since usually when he's fighting in that form it's not really him, so normally he's a bit clumsy. Tongue And, he can help her with Lupus form. :3 Whatcha think? Also…Lawl war flashbacks. WC: 301

"Maybe," spoke Halo quietly.

Kesho couldn't help but feel some sense of longing in that single word, but decided not to mention it. It was already obvious to him that Halo, too, desired some of that glory. And really, who wouldn’t? To them, then, the opinions of outsiders hadn’t ever mattered, so long as they were feared, respected. They had done exactly what they wanted to do. It was clear that this attitude wouldn’t be tolerated so readily, so willingly, now. After all, it was part of the reason for the turmoil that the clan experienced. The same turmoil that Gabriel had dragged them through. Maybe Kesho owed him more some credit, after all.

”I am one of the Hydras of the clan,” Halo spoke again, clearly proud of her rank.

”Oh?” Kesho raised his eyebrows briefly, but remained calm. A Hydra. He might be able to learn a thing or two from this Lykoi girl. But she’s so young…

“Were you a warrior?” She added curiously.

He gave a half-hearted smile; pride mixed with greed, bloodlust, and a hint of shame. ”You could say I was…” he replied, shadows of the past—of bloodshed, destruction and terror-- flashing through his mind, distracting him. With a blink, they stopped. ”You could say I still am,“ he added. The lust for battle in him could not be hidden; it lay plainly on every feature of his lived-in frame. The elder coyote cleared his throat. ”I can't stay away from the thrill,” he admitted, standing now and pacing several steps away.

The cold sand surrounded his feet, and he shuttered. The man glanced to the dark water again, once again losing himself in those memories. At least, for now, he could still re-live them in his mind, even if they were impossible realities.

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Halo Lykoi · 12-16-2010, 03:44 AM

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300+ New thread, because this one is getting old! Big Grin I think they can't

She was young, but all she lacked was heavy experience. The female Hydra had pushed her way through the ranks as only female warrior. When she had come to these lands she had been a soft, useless thing with sparkling dreams. Much had changed since then, and the eager dreams of war had become tasted knowledge. Yes, she had survived a war and killed several times now. Nothing was how she had imagined it to be, but she had worked hard to get to this point. Shortly after she had been promoted to Hastati, a warrior in training, she had created her own schedule. Regardless of weather, she was always found outside in the Mansion’s gardens early in the morning. Several hours were spent every single day in perfection her way of the warrior.

Kesho could help her with her four legged form, which was where she lacked most. She considered herself a goddess in her optime; especially with the gentle weight of her twin sword held in her grasp. He answered the question to her liking, and she granted him a court nod as he added that he could still be considered one. Smile was warm and sweet on her lips, but her eyes did not join in at the mention of the thrill. Yes, the thrill of the hunt; the thrill of the kill. It was rare for Halo to be drugged by beautiful emotion when she fought and killed. She had expected it to be an experience unlike any other, but when she fought she felt.. empty. The other coyote did not seem to notice though, as he paced away and let his eyes be drawn to the dark waves.

”I believe we could help each other out then.” She said simply, watching the older member. ”Come to the mansion tomorrow after sunrise and we can see what we can teach each other.” It seemed to be more of a demand than question, but she remained where she was, awaiting his response to what she considered to be a clever suggestion.

Kesho Maisha · 12-17-2010, 10:55 PM

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That's fine! :> Whatever you were gunna say got cut off but just PM me! lmao. Short sorry! <3

Her eyes were on him. Kesho matched her gaze, looking upward. He felt creepy, observing her beauty, but he couldn't help it.

”I believe we could help each other out then,” she said.

Yes, they could. Kesho gave a small smile and a nod in response. "Yes, I think we can," he replied. He wondered what sort of skill the woman had; she must be good, as Kaena and Gabriel trust her enough to teach others. Perhaps he could achieve that, someday. His time was running out, though. Age was creeping up on him. He absolutely hated it.

”Come to the mansion tomorrow after sunrise and we can see what we can teach each other,” came a lovely suggestion from the Lykoi girl.

The Mansion...He hadn't visited it yet, but knew that some of the clan lived there. Maybe she lives there, too... he thought. "Alright, sure." he responded with a grin.

This would be one learning experience that might actually prove to be fun. Kesho loved to learn, especially when it came to fighting. Any input on his skill was always appreciated, though he did tend to be touchy about it, on occasion. His old body could not always perform as well as it once had, and he tended to feel ashamed.

Halo Lykoi · 12-19-2010, 11:37 AM

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Don't know what I was saying, tbh XD I'll start our new one soon!

She was content with his response and brushed away a few strands of dark auburn hair from her delicate face. Once she might have played more on other areas of expertise, but she had been forced to grow up and open her eyes. Halo was only interested in retrieving battle experience and stories from this man, and not that much more. Of course, she would do her duties as a Hydra without blinking as well. Not every Hastati received an offer to spar with her. Whether that was a good or bad thing was up to them to decide. Halo did not particularly care as long as she got her job done satisfactorily. ”Very well, Kesho,” she warmly replied, granting him a smile that should have the ability to melt a younger male’s heart at least.

”I will see you then,” In fact she secretly believed that it was she that was lucky to be able to train with the experienced man. Her ebony tail moved contently behind her as she turned from him and paced away from the rhythmic sounds of salty waves. Tomorrow would have to be a good day, she decided.

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