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It was dawn now, the morning just barely rising up over the horizon. Night was slipping away and the time was approaching in which Tsrmono could now be seen on the land clearly, his black fur now standing out against colored grass and dirt. His small body drifted nearby the Inferni clan's territory once again, intent on pursuing the entity known to him as Enkiel Lykoi. Tsrmono hadn't seen any of the previous beings he had met before he went underground, so he had taken the liberty of hunting them out himself. He knew they weren't going to be searching for someone who they thought wasn't even around anymore.

He was not very active around the area though, his scent only barely lingering by the borders. A disappointed Tsrmono now simply sat right outside the borders next to a piked deer skull, which outsized him. He knew fully well he was not trespassing, teasing any of the clan members who would probably beg for him to cross the line so they could wrap their paws around his infantile neck. He was not welcome, that was a given with any pack. The morning sun's rays shone dully on his fur as he simply waited for any clan member to notice him. They had to eventually, Tsr knew they were notoriously protective of their lands.

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Sorry, I had to change the font color for this table cause I couldn't see it! ; ;


Despite the faintness of the scent, Kesho had noticed it right away. The old coyote had been dutifully and purposefully patrolling those borders that he practically walked in his sleep when the scent hit his nose and caused him to recoil in surprise and disdain. It smelled foreign, that was certain, but Kesho could not determine much else before he came nearer.


Four paws followed the scent with steadfast determination. Large ears alert and nose to the ground, the man followed stiffly until his feet stopped as if on their own and the scent had become much greater. Crimson eyes stared up and out above the hollow skulls weaved into and spiked along the clear borderline. There stood a very small jackal-looking thing. It instantly reminded him of Sepirah, and he rolled his eyes. Great, another one, he thought begrudgingly. But this one looked somewhat different, and in the light the Hydra could see dark red marks underneath his eyes. It didn't appear fresh or wet, and so the man's curiosity intensified. What was that, a tattoo? On his face?


Steering himself away from this minor distraction, Kesho managed an obligatory, low growl. "Jackal," he said, his voice rough. "this is Inferni. Why are you here?" Such a tiny creature would have trouble being useful to the clan, the old man thought, but why not entertain his presence nonetheless? His head was high, body stiff and dark red eyes locked onto the dark jackal.


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's okay Tongue


Tsrmono very well thought of himself as individual as you could get - the only one of your kind. He thought of himself as a completely separate thing from jackals as well as the rest of the canines. His condition made him something else, he thought.

But of course, Tsrmono himself was also interested in anomalies. Things that were either not of the norm, out of place, or just didn't happen at all. Being in Inferni, who claimed to be a coyote clan, all he saw were hybrids, no completely pure coyotes as a part of the clan itself. An interesting thing to him, this was. Since Tsrmono figured if the coyotes hated wolves wouldn't they consider being a hybrid as still flawed? Or at least not worthy of higher ranks within the clan. Maybe it was just the jackal, but he did not see reason within this. But when a new figure, another Infernian he had never seen before, came up to him, his attention was immediately snagged. This was because the coyote smelled like a full coyote, not like a hybrid like all the others. This somehow pleased Tsr, and so he took quite an interest in this old timer.

"This entity fully acknowledges it is not within Inferni borders. We have no reason to exit the area." Tsrmono remained seated where he was, intent on getting more information one way or another. "We await the presence of the entity known as Enkiel Lykoi."

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Word Count → 302


The strange beast remained where he stood, replying with a strangely formatted string of words. Vaguely confused, Kesho simply stood and stared, crimson eyes burning brightly in the midday sun. The old coyote took rigid posture, head lowering in suspicion, large ears straight and erect. He let a low growl roll out from his throat, being sure to let this stranger know that he was not welcome, but that he would at least listen. The man's patience was not long-lasting these days, though.


Enkiel, he said. Well, that was a shame... Kesho hadn't seen the weird little jackal in a few months, since the boy had assisted him with a rather nasty wound. He remembered the encounter and scoffed at the thought. The medic had relieved his pain a bit, but the old coyote was used to feeling pain, now. It haunted him. Enkiel had said it was needless suffering, but was it really? Kesho didn't think so; he considered the pain of age to be something that he should wear with pride. The Hydra had been alive for a while, and seen many rough days; his pain was only proof, only a reminder of memories that were disappearing.


"You may wait a long time. He's not around much," Kesho said roughly, red eyes remaining cautiously on the slight, seated frame of the smaller creature. "Who are you?" he asked simply, eyes narrowing on the jackal. Who was this little weirdo, hanging out around Inferni without a word, in the middle of the day?


Kesho had already assumed that the boy was an oddball; his pattern of speech made him wonder, but asking for Enkiel, another creepy, monotonous, nearly robotic creature? Maybe these similar boys were drawn together by nature, connected by their strangely magnetic, mechanical parts.


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