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Kesho Maisha · 11-24-2010, 11:02 PM

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I couldn't get to the map otherwise I'd have done more area detail, lmao. I don't know where he's supposed to be! Tongue WC: 429

Kesho Maisha

The news around the clan was that a new wolf pack was forming. Why, he didn't know. How they managed to collect the numbers to do so was beyond him, and he only wished that Mudbloods could learn from their managing prowess. Their numbers, while strong, did not mean as much as the same numbers in a wolf pack. They could certainly not keep up with the six or so wolf packs carried now. One lonely group of coyotes against any one of those packs would surely spring in swift time. Then again, most of these wolves had much less combat training. Maybe they would stand a chance, after all. There was no point in attempting to test that theory, though. This was, he supposed, the reasoning behind Gabriel and Kaena's insistence upon neutrality in recent times. Kesho had yet to confront them about this truly, but from his conversation with Gabriel, he had gathered that it was not advised to cause turmoil amongst the packs. They deserve to rot, those wolves! Why wouldn't you just pounce on the opportunity to cause trauma among them?! Snarled a voice inside the bronze coyote's head. His other ego bothered him on a near constant basis, trying its best to gain control of his body. He would fight it as long as he could daily, but occasionally its force was too strong. His will could only stand so much torture.

Therefore it was strange of him to find himself wandering, following only his nose and the rough, sketchy map that his mind had created. It was clear to him as he approached, though, that he had stumbled upon the right place. The scent of canis lupus lupus infiltrated his nostils and he shuddered a bit, flashbacks of old times appearing in his mind. This was no time to lose control, though, he must retain it-- he refused to be responsible for creating drama in the clan as soon as he returned. It was strange of him to be outgoing like this, however, but something told him he should give it a look. Surely he would be able to keep himself in check, so long as he weren't approached by any large number of wolves, and they weren't hostile like some he had met before. It was all on chance. He found himself there, at the border of this small band of wolves, with an inquiring mind laced with hatred and insolence. He kept the latter two at bay for as long as he could stand-- truthfully not a lengthy span of time.

Skye Collins · 11-30-2010, 09:42 AM

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ooc: omg feel free to beat me with a wet fish for being so late ;; and yeah me and shaw need to get working on that map xD

Skye, for all her purposes, was happy. The weather was getting very chilly, and even her thick but silky-looking fur didn't help much against the cold. So she was glad when she dug further in the abandoned closet of her new house and had found some winter clothes. There was a long, very worn-out sweater that appeared knitted which she now wore, and the same blue pants that she always had - she couldn't find any longer ones that weren't completely ravaged by animals or the weather.

Suddenly, however, she found herself inhaling the scent that she'd smelled only once before - the scent of Inferni coyotes. The memory of the single trip she'd experienced there flashed in her mind and she involuntarily shivered, an act which had nothing to do with the cold weather. She was a leader now, she knew - but she wondered why an Inferni member would come to her own small but growing pack.

She walked across the forest, passing by large and lilliputian birds alike, until she reached the border, which was simply where the thick forests ended and a smaller, thinner stretch of trees began. There was a coyote there, as Skye had feared, but she put away the memory and smiled at him. "Hello," she said. "You're on the border of Cercatori d'Arte. May I help you?"

Kesho Maisha · 12-02-2010, 02:46 AM

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You're fine! :] Huuurrrr, Kesho's being silly, so this post is weird. Lemme know if you want this to go differently. xD He's just a lame bully. WC:538

Kesho Maisha

He had no real good reason to be here. Truthfully, all he wanted to do was snoop. The bronze coyote was curious about this new group; he wondered what more reason these wolves might have to claim a plot of land in the name of yet another pack. A cool breeze swept through the sparse trees; directly in front of him lay a denser forest, and the markings along this border were fresh, and strong. He caught a whiff of something familiar in the smell, and bristled at the thought. Surely that mutt doesn't live here... Thoughts of a recent battle flooded his mind, but he attempted to brush them away. After all, he wasn't trespassing yet. The support of a pack behind that wolf, however-- no matter how newly formed--would cause Kesho to be outnumbered for sure. Despite his previous win, he couldn't risk his own life in defense of someone wanting to settle a score. He stood, pacing along the border's edge, curious as to whether his scent would draw attention, knowing truly that it would, even if it took some time.

Soon enough, another cool wind chilled his fur and brought along yet another scent; this one, unfamiliar. Crimson eyes narrowed as he attempted to peer through the brush, glad that it wasn't the wolf he'd met before, but still wondering what he faced. In brief time, a female in her Optime form came into view; his hackles raised immediately in warning. As she marched closer, he noticed her slight body size and dismissed her as a threat, allowing his coarse outer fur to settle back down, giving him quite the messy look thanks to the wind. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as she smiled at him. Odd, that a wolf would smile upon meeting him; he surely smelled strongly of Inferni. Perhaps this cur had no knowledge of the clan. He would be sure she would get a strict education. He sneered back at her in greeting, making sure that he did not cross firmly into their lands. He just wanted some fun, after all.

"The name of your pack is...What?" Though he didn't really care to learn the answer. All of these wolves thought it neat to give their lands fancy names in other language that they probably couldn't speak. He wondered vaguely if half of its members could pronounce it. Perhaps the reason that he was so annoyed with the naming system was due to him not having learned any languages, save for the local tongue. He knew several words of German and French-- which he assumed was the origin of the short string of words she spoke-- but not enough to converse with. "What is it with these complicated names. Do you even know what it means, what language it is?" He toyed darkly. Sometimes it was fun, just to fuck with people. "I bet it's something stupid, too. What's the point of this pack, hmm? Tell me." He glowered, still pacing in a semicircle several feet away from her. Kesho's eyes glinted with mischief and excitement. He felt like a puppy again-- well, almost. His bones still ached a bit from the cold, but he didn't let it slow him.

Skye Collins · 12-13-2010, 09:05 PM

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ooc: eep sorry for the delay ;;

"Cercatori d'Arte," she said, frowning. Perhaps this coyote was hard of hearing? She'd known people that were, and knew it was hard for them to hear things. It never, however, crossed Skye's mind that the coyote may just be being rude, which became apparent after his next snide remark.

What is it with these complicated names. Do you even know what it means, what language it is?" "It means 'Seekers of Art'," Skye said quietly, "and it's in Italian." She wasn't exactly sure why he was here; was it just to make fun of her pack? Her answer sounded unsure and a bit confused, as she didn't know how to deal with this - all the people she'd met so far were kind....except for the ones from Inferni. She almost shivered as she remembered the spiked skulls on the borders of the coyote clan and felt a rush of anger at the way this one was treating her pack. How dare he! Who gave him the right to poke fun at her pack?! And what if it came to a fight? The last thing Skye needed was a war between Inferni and Cercatori d'Arte. A war that the new pack would surely lose.

"I bet it's something stupid, too. What's the point of this pack, hmm? Tell me."

"It's not stupid," she exclaimed, her tail lashing. "The point of this pack is to create art and seek knowledge. More than I can say for Inferni!" She almost regretted the words as soon as they came out. What if the coyote became angry? But then she shook herself mentally; she was a leader of this pack! This coyote could not just come in here and decide to be rude to a leader of a pack for no reason other than to be a jerk!

Kesho Maisha · 12-16-2010, 12:53 AM

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"Cercatori d'Arte," she repeated, obviously slightly annoyed. "It means 'Seekers of Art'," the pale woman spoke quietly, "and it's in Italian."

Kesho smirked as she spoke the words again, along with an definition and origin. A pack of wolves dedicated to art? he thought mockingly. Where would they go in this world of war? They will be devoured, as they should! screamed a voice inside of his head. One Kesho knew too well. Though he allowed the voice to be heard, he tried to keep his mind under control. There was a limit to the amount of trouble he wanted to cause, and death or serious harm were not counted here. At least not yet.

"You plan to get somewhere in this life, dedicating yours to such trivial things?" he spat. How useless.

The wolf spoke again: "It's not stupid," she voiced. "The point of this pack is to create art and seek knowledge. More than I can say for Inferni!"

His eyes widened as the last words flew out of her mouth, rage immediately flooding his face. She dared speak of Inferni in that way? Oh, Kesho. She is a foolish girl! Why not bring her to your level? Take care of that cur. rang the voice. Kesho listened, though did not obey yet. A snarl let itself loose from his throat, and his crimson eyes narrowed in disgust at this creature in front of him. It was obvious that the woman knew her mistake, but he did not bother to notice, nor would he have cared.

"You know nothing of Inferni, or its intentions!" he snarled at the girl. "Maybe you need a lesson?" Kesho growled, his voice low and threatening. He tiptoed slowly closer to the wolf, body low and hackles raised. His paws danced at the border of her pack; he made sure not to cross, but oh, did he want to.

Skye Collins · 12-24-2010, 10:39 AM

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im so sorry for the wait! Dx

"You plan to get somewhere in this life, dedicating yours to such trivial things?"

Skye's ears flattened against her skull, her tail now high and still. What was this coyote's intention? To taunt her, the co-leader of a pack, on the edge of her own territory? What exactly could that prove? That you're not willing to do anything to protect your land other than argue, a voice in her head whispered malevolently. But then again, this coyote was just standing there - and Skye, although quite skilled with her knife, didn't know if he concealed weapons of his own.

A snarl ripped from the coyote's throat, and Skye let her own lip pull back, revealing sharp teeth. "You know nothing of Inferni, or its intentions! Maybe you need a lesson?"

The coyote then seemed to dance along the borders of the Cercatori d'Arte pack, his hesitance in actually crossing it quite clear. "The only intentions I know of Inferni are of spiking skulls on their borders," she spat, drawing her dagger so that this coyote could see that she was willing to drive him away if needed. But was she? Although he was threatening, and clearly from a hostile clan, she still was hesitant to harm someone; she hoped it didn't show in her eyes.

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Kesho Maisha · 12-27-2010, 11:25 PM

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Don't worry! It's fine, I promise. Lol.WC: 330

He cackled outwardly, a sinister tone dripping on every note. This woman thought she could intimidate him with her teeth. Don't worry, Kesho; she is an unskilled fighter, urged the voice in his head, demanding him to destroy. His body posture became more rigid, his hackles fully raised, and a snarl plaguing his face.

This woman made him angry with her presence alone. She seemed to carry herself as a leader, but she did not deserve such status. What sort of a leader is she, with no skill to defend her land?

"The only intentions I know of Inferni are of spiking skulls on their borders," the ivory woman spat, a hand removing a dagger from concealment.

Kesho's eyes darted to the weapon, but he did not flinch. He doubted she really knew how to use the hunk of metal, and he grinned, a gruff chuckle unable to be held inside. If he had sensed a thread in her, he might not still be standing there. Any creature with some amount of skill would have the advantage against him, in this lupus form. Quick and accurate though it was, it would he hard to escape her size and relative muscle mass. His crimson eyes narrowed as he studied her physique. It was decidedly unimpressive.

"You may not see our borders as art," he snarled at her, "but you shouldn't miss seeing what we do with the bodies." Inferni deserved to be feared; to him, it was an honor.

Kesho was still treading lightly, though the rage in him was quickly building, and it might not be long before he lost control of himself. For now, he stayed just out of reach, pacing as a predator stalks its treasured prey. His tongue hung out of his mouth, occasionally tracing the enamels of his worn, but well-pointed canines.

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Skye Collins · 01-01-2011, 10:05 AM

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Skye watched uncertainly as the coyote's hackles rose with anger, and his lips curled back in a ferocious snarl that made the hairs on the back of Skye's neck rise. The posture of his person was rigid and tensed, as if he were about to go into battle at any moment. Maybe he was.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to use her knife - when she was a pup at her parent's cabin in the north, she was quite skilled with her weapons, and even learned to throw them. She didn't know how to use any weapon other than a knife, but right now that wasn't an issue. She knew how to use her weapon and she knew how to use it well.

No, what her problem was that she didn't want to attack this intimidating but annoying coyote. Although he was being quite rude and insulting her, she was quite reluctant to attack him, and then what? Start a fight? Win, or perhaps even lose? Begin a war between Cercatori d'Arte and Inferni? She shuddered at the thought of her own carefree, party-throwing pack that was small enough as it is going up against Inferni, whose skills she did not even begin to question. If they were vicious enough to put up skulls on their borders without anyone challenging that, what chance did her own pack have? She didn't want to start a fight, so she stayed her hand.

Skye bristled as the coyote spoke. Bodies? Bodies? She didn't want to know what they did with the bodies. It was sick enough to see what they did with the skulls, the skulls of what may have been innocent people, spiked up as a warning or...'art'. Art. What a pathetic, twisted mutilation of the word art - that was by no means art. It was...savagery at its worst. This man was getting on her nerves and it was getting harder and harder to contain herself. She'd have to make him leave before it came to an all-out fight.

"Leave," she said icily. She was hoping that the solid and no-nonsense tone of her voice would make the man go away - she was, after all, a leader. She wondered what Shawchert would have done in her place. No doubt the eight-foot tall man with coiled muscles wrapping around his arms and legs would have scared this coyote off in a heartbeat. Skye herself was more wiry, less of a sight to see when it came to physique. But she wasn't to be underestimated. She hoped.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-04-2011, 10:05 PM

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Oh man, I didn't see that you replied to this. :X You can have her slash him with her knife or something if you want, just nothing too fatal. I hope this is okay! Lemme know if it's not! :] SSWM: 576

Kesho didn't like this woman, or her pack. It was a silly excuse for a band of wolves to get together and sing, dance, throw paint on things and otherwise just party all the time. What would they ever accomplish? He scoffed at the thought, at this ivory wolfess thinking her pack was so much better than Inferni. How dare she insult us like that! His mind was reeling at such insults, and he was having trouble controlling his thoughts. Kill her, Kesho! It was so tempting, those ideas, those provocations, but he declined them, knowing he would be better off not causing more trouble for Inferni than they already had.

A low growl escaped his throat as he glared at her, fully angry, still pacing. The older man's eyes burned with hatred for her, for her species, for her pack. It would take all of his energy to leave here without a fight, yet he knew that it would likely be in both his and his clan's best interest to do so.

He fully enjoyed the reaction he received from his taunting. The man truthfully had no idea where the bodies those skulls belonged to had gone, or what had happened to them. For all he knew, they could have been buried properly, but he seriously doubted it. And for many of them, hoped that they had not been.

Kesho stared heavily at the dagger in the woman's hand. Although he was swift and deadly in his Lupus form, if she knew how to use her weapon well it could prove fatal for him, should he choose to fight her.

Inwardly, a war raged, and Kesho tried his best to maintain control, his head twitching vaguely as he battled his alter ego, using only thought as his weapon. Sometimes, he lost these battles. If he allowed the other to take control here, it might actually mean a win for him. But then again, she had an entire pack, however wimpy, on her side. The risk was just not worth it. He snarled out of frustration, just itching to step across that line.

"Leave," a simple word from the female, cold and menacing.

A horrid cackle forced itself from his body, a laugh that echoed in the frigid air. This woman thought that an order would be all it took to get rid of him? Haha.

"You're underestimating me, silly woman." he spat. "It is not you that frightens me."

To prove it, he flew with confidence across the borderline, circling the woman as a predator tended to, stalking. His teeth lashed menacingly at her ankles, legs, at her tail; the only things he could really reach unless he leaped, which he dared not do. The Hastati's tongue lolled out, adrenaline tearing through his body, exciting his mind. As quickly as he had flown to her, he crossed back, darting nearly 50 feet away and then looking back tauntingly, grinning madly back at the woman.

"Catch me if you can, wolf!" he screamed, more as an empty taunt than anything else, though he did start running now.

The man cackled as he went, crazed and drunk from the rush of a near-battle. It was one of the few things that brought him such pleasure anymore, and he'd be damned if he couldn't please himself occasionally. Even if it was at the expense of a filthy, ignorant wolf.

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Skye Collins · 01-09-2011, 04:57 PM

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it's fine! ^^ i love your character, by the way xD he's so awesome! wc: 319

Skye wasn't expecting the man to dash over the borders when his reluctance to do so before so clearly showed - but he did, and with a snarl, darted around her, slashing at anything he could find. He caught her ankle, and she stumbled a bit, bleeding freely from the wound that was wide, but not deep. She cursed in her mind as the coyote dashed away, yelling a childish taunt behind him.

"You're not getting away that easily!" she snarled, running after the man. She cursed her clothes - she wouldn't be able to shift in them, because if she did, she'd surely get tangled in the mess. And then she'd lose this coyote, this coyote who dared show up on the borders of her lands and taunt her and call her pack names, then run away like the coward he was. "Coward!" she screeched, pumping her legs farther, although the injury on her ankle was hurting.

She felt the dagger in her pocket and decided that the man was too fast - she wouldn't stop running, but she wouldn't catch up with him either, not when he was in Lupus form and she was in her own Optime form, which clothes to slow her down, no less. She took out the knife and, if possible, worked her legs even faster to keep up with the man. Then, with an accuracy that could have been marred by the speed at which she was running, she threw the knife at the man.

It was a bad throw - the knife would scrape the man's side at best, slowing him down, perhaps, but not doing any real damage. She snarled, anger flooding her mind, and tried to run faster - but her legs wouldn't let her. She could only lag behind, barely keeping up behind the coyote. She would pick up her knife later, she thought.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-10-2011, 09:37 PM

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Lol, thanks! He's still a bit of a work in progress. xD SSWM: 438

His head was filled with a great rush of adrenaline, excitement and victory surging over him. While it hadn't been a true victory, Kesho still felt his blood boiling, and the thrill of having struck fear into the woman. He did not look back until he heard her yell after him,--"Coward!"-- and a snarl on his face returned her words. Even from a distance he could see that her leg was red and bleeding from where his teeth had made happy contact with her flesh. At least he did some damage.

Kesho had not seen her throw the dagger, but when he looked back again to be sure of his advantage, he saw it fly at him. He did not have enough time to anticipate it, and so it struck his right flank, leaving a nice, deep gash that gushed freely as he ran. The Hastati barely flinched at the damage, but gave a guttural, vicious snarl, to the ivory woman. How dare she pull such a stunt! Oh, she would pay.

Crimson eyes searched the ground as he ran, slowing down just slightly, trying to find the glinting hilt of the weapon she had thrown. If he could find it, he would take it. It would be an adequate prize for his victory. His eyes did not meet it's shine, however, and begrudgingly he increased his speed once more. He would have his revenge on that woman for this injury, one day.

Anger rose again in his eyes and those dark red orbs blazed, willing himself not to return and give the woman a real taste of him, now that she was outside of her own borders. He growled in frustration and took off once more, feet racing as fast as they could, the gushing wound on his leg protesting with each step, but the man ignored it.

His only goal now was to find a resting place, far from the woman's searching eyes and angry fists. She would not be able to travel far, though, thankfully, and so he continued, leg pulsing and searing with pain as his hard, cold eyes stared ahead.

The old man was far from Inferni now, and was determined to press onward, attempting to make at least a good portion of the journey before the injury took it's toll on him and he was forced to stop.

Despite his rage and the fresh wound, Kesho's face filled with a grin, knowing that he could still perform as well as he had so many years ago. It might not last long, but for now, that was enough.

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