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Halo Lykoi · 03-30-2011, 01:18 PM

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Sorry this post is a bit messy ^^; 300+

Although she was a creature unusually attached to her home, it could be a relief to get up and away from everything for a little while. She longed to retrieve some of her old life, or parts of it. Or perhaps she wished to see a face that was not allowed near the clan’s lands. A sigh escaped the exotically hued woman, but she was alone. Itachi would not return, and she should be grateful that she would not be forced to face a gruesome choice. Her emotions were treacherous, but it made them no less prominent in her ability to judge. Could a mother murder her son without doubt? Her cold mind assured her that it was the only right thing to do, but she was uncertain if she would be able to do such a thing.

Seated on a sparse height to grant her a basic overview of the terra in the northern parts of ‘Souls, the woman had found the peace and solitude she desired.

A scalpel once given by someone she had adored cut through soft, dead flesh. Her killer rodents never changed, and it would be a waste to simply toss the remaining corpses away. She could still worship her hobbies. It had been too long since she had given herself the opportunity to sit down by herself and do something unrelated to her violent job. Once she had loved to make random ornaments from bones and skeletons, and she could learn to love it again. Although she remained passive aggressive to every wolf pack at ‘Souls, she was slowly becoming more open to the basic idea of interacting for the sake of some greater good. There were things that she wanted; things currently out of reach. Maybe, if she managed to make something decent she could obtain some precious items from certain individuals.

Caillen Winters · 03-30-2011, 11:06 PM

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It was the scent that alerted him first.

The male was downwind - There was no other way he could have slunk so close to the woman on the hill without being so. He recognised her smell instantly, the way that one remembers nuances from a nightmare and can then detect them in all things come the light of day. It could be no other but her, the red-eyed hellion who had almost taken masculinity and life from him so long ago.

He had been a boy then, on the cusp of manhood but still so painfully innocent. A babe of the world, seeking adventure and frivolous fun at the hands of loving strangers. And, oh! He had thought her one of the spirits his mother spoke so frequently of, one of Morrigan's own, spawn of the forest itself. What painful disillusions she had provided him.

The man was not lurking for her, but for another with ruby eyes and a soft body that had welcomed him. His ties to all other lives had been lost, along with what seemed to be a center to his drifting mentality. Loneliness had starved him, and danger had made him lean. The man still had no fighting skills to speak of, but the rough months had transformed his fatty muscles into iron ones. Taller in size than even she would remember, the Wolfdog was now a hunter, and a survivor.

He approached in Lupus form, as a defensive mechanism. Oversized fangs would propose a better intimidation when equipped with the raw power of the massive quadruped, and perhaps that alone would put her off from any attack. His throat, once concealed by a human scarf, was now visible - Hanging about it was the silver pendant, the stag with the moon snared in its antlers.

When he was certain that she had detected him, his sat on his haunches and merely watched her. The scent of the corpse in her hands did not disturb him as it once would have, but icy eyes lingered on the scalpel in her hand.

Halo Lykoi · 04-01-2011, 10:49 AM

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The sharp metal obediently cut away slices of meat and sinew, but the job had barely begun. The selected parts of the rodent’s skeleton would be boiled and cleaned properly. She liked to see them bleached and stripped of the not so attractive pinkish colour, but that would come later once she decided exactly what she wanted to make. There were so many possibilities. The Triarii readjusted one leg slightly, the one with a little set of cloth wrapped around the sole of the foot. The injury she had suffered in February had been mending well, but she was wary of getting the underside of her foot dirty. Better safe than sorry.

She pondered about the approaching canine, and several seconds had to pass before she remembered. The young boy was now a man, but the coyote could not determine how the time had sculpted him, for he had sought another form today. His size alone should have been enough to intimidate her, but the female did no longer fear size and brute strength alone. As the clan’s most skilled optime warrior, she knew how to use their strength to her advantage. Though.. she could always be surprised. Arrogance was a dangerous flaw, and she had plenty of it.

Cerulean and fire met, but he remained silent, instead looking down at the metal in her hand. A modest smile settled her pretty face, for she remembered the scene as an entertaining one. He certainly had a different perspective of it, poor boy.

Caillen Winters · 04-14-2011, 02:13 AM

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She did not seem surprised to see him, but nor did he reciprocate the foolish emotion. Surprise was for those who continued to be charmed by the hand of fate. He felt no shock in finding her again, after such a long time, only a weighty resignation.

For a moment, it seemed the woman did not recognize him, but the churlish smile served to mock his intent gaze. Hypothermia blue turned flinty, considering how dangerous he recalled her to be, and the thread she posed to him as he sat here.

A few moments slid past, trickling like cold water through the now-melting mountain streams. Something had changed her, just as many things had changed him, and Caillen was surprised by his nonchalant feelings towards the woman. She had, after all, almost killed him. Was this what forgiveness felt like, or merely a lack of caring? Death did not seem to be the crime it had been so long ago. He was older now, a little more insane - Perhaps that made him wiser.

He rose from his haunches and began to approach, pausing ever few steps to stare intently at her again. Now, at a much nearer distance, he sat once again - a pause, and then the giant moved to lie down on his belly, ears still pricked and alert. It was a submissive pose, and cold blue eyes surveyed her keenly for a reaction, wary still of the medical blade in hand.

Halo Lykoi · 04-15-2011, 09:09 AM

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But what did he want? She would have expected the male to have turned and vanished the moment he had caught her scent, but instead he had chosen to approach. What thoughts could be travelling through his mind right now? Oversized ears leaned back toward auburn locks, quietly revealing an instinctual disapproval as no sound rose to interrupt the building tension he had brought with him. She would have been more at ease if her foot was not suffering from a fresh injury. It would weaken her, but there would be no fear as long as her beloved twin sword remained close to her. Scarlet eyes abandoned the large male’s form for only a moment as she considered the scalpel in her hands. The small blade alone could prove to be a sufficient weapon as well if she targeted the soft, blue eyes of his.

He approached further, carefully, and she remained still, allowing him to follow his curiosity or whatever impulse he followed. Perhaps he was merely curious, and she could understand that. Deep shades of red lingered with him now, investigated how he had changed since she last had seen him. He had towered above her as a youth and she imagined he held more height now if she stood before him with both in their optime forms. When he finally lay down on his belly, she could not help but continue her silent questioning about his motives. The beautiful woman was paranoid and suspicious of nature, and she disliked his wordless approach, though made sure he would not detect her growing discomfort. He was close enough to read the expression in her eyes now, and shades of maroon remained questioning. Was there anything he wanted from her?

Caillen Winters · 04-26-2011, 06:36 AM

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She made no move to reject his approach, although a simple gesture from her tensed body could have sent him into retreat. He was not here with revenge on his mind - He had not sought to find her at all. But now that he had, the male entertained notions of nearness, and she allowed them.

Caillen did not know what he sought from her. There was something... Something he needed to say, some sentiment that brought sharpness to his cold blue eyes. They continued to gaze worthlessly back at violent, questioning rubies.

Then it occurred to him, so simple. So ironic that it almost made him want to laugh, to lie here and laugh at her and at his whole pathetic life. He had been a dreamer once, but now his head was empty; So empty.

Jaws parted to reveal large white teeth. So much had been wasted on this male, that had lived his life without knowing the art of war. He'd been given the weaponry of a master, but the mind of a poor fool, and that was where he had remained. Perhaps he could have been blinded to the cruelty of the world forever, but she had come along and changed that. They all had.

"Thank you." His voice was rusty from misuse, the brogue once-charming turned gravelly and distant. She had killed the dreamer, and in doing so, had allowed him to live. He had that to be grateful for.

Halo Lykoi · 04-29-2011, 08:53 AM

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Surely he could not be genuine when he chose to speak those two words. Suspicion was as much a part of her as anything her ruby glare remained on his larger form. Exactly what was this hybrid thanking her for? Perhaps something had happened that she had yet to learn. Surely he harboured nothing but disgust for someone like her after what had been done to him. The incident had partly served as therapy for the female, for her mental wounds had been so much fresher back then, and be in the charge and to see the unaltered fear in the male’s blue eyes had groomed her broken pride and made things right again, if only for the duration of their encounter. Now he was back and it was revenge he should be searching for. He couldn’t offer her gratitude; that was not how it was supposed to be.

Or perhaps he was mad, and common logic did not follow those without their sanity intact. But every creature was insane to some degree, wasn’t that correct? ”For what?” the pristine woman spat, letting dark locks fall into her face as she observed him with darkness approaching her face. His words had surprised her, and she didn’t like not being in control here. Her fingers remained frozen still, but she could feel the familiar itch to reach for the extension of her hands, the beautiful metal that always had kept her safe.

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