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Durrr sorry for wait, dearie <3


The freshness of the breeze tasted of salt and the silent promise of advancing warmth. While the qualities of the sea and its salty touch spoiled the silkiness of her healthy fur, it was an insignificant evil that she had little troubles withstanding, all positive aspects taken into consideration. The harshness of the winter was wearing down and replaced by softer hues in the soil. Soon the world would be alive again. Crouching down by the edge of the rocky beach, eggshell hued fingers caressed a young, freshly green stem of a living entity that sought to stretch up and toward the sun. Eyes dressed with blood’s vivid red squinted up toward the glorious blue above. It was a tranquil scene in every sense, but Halo was not part of the hippie revolution brooding within the lands, and soft fingertips quickly turned hard and squashed the young life asunder without remorse.

Rising slowly, she drew a last, untainted breath of air and sea before she turned away from the magnificent view and started to walk back; heading into the new heart of Inferni. The young warrior rubbed her hands together, but the stickiness from the demolished plant remained. She should have washed it off before she had turned away from the sea, but it was not unbearable. Only annoying. Her senses did appreciate the approaching season’s form, taste and smell, but contentment would have to work very hard to reach her facial features. Her general demeanour was cold and not very friendly. Would it be so hard to produce a smile with relative honesty? A sticky finger ran along the curving line of her lip, tracing the lifeless line.

Perhaps the actual issue was that she was afraid to feel the contentment that once again was forming the exterior of her current life here. Something always happened when she got up on her feet. She was wary.


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OOC: omg yey a halo thread! +5

It was interesting how things had moved the way that they did. Inferni stretched out along the beaches now instead of hugging the bottom of the mountain. It made Cotl angry in a sense that they were giving up their once claimed land (and subliminally 'running' away from Anathema's wolves) to live on the beaches. Cotl was not that fond of the beach, the sand was hard to run and walk in, and the salt of the ocean did not agree much with his nose. The sun that they would get on the beaches made his back too warm when he was on the beach too long, as well as the top of his head since his fur was black in these places. Sand was also hard to make traps in unless you had a specific type of trap that was made for the sand. You could tell of Cotl's discontentment as he walked along the beaches, patrolling by the look in his face that held a deepened frown and his maw let out grunts of frustration. He even tripped on the sand a few times because he was not used to walking on sand that much and right now, he hated every moment that he was on the beach. His mind, at some point had asked him why he was even bothering with the beach, but something in the back of his head had urged him to go on anyways, and obviously that's exactly what he did.

Sooner or later, his steed would join him, coming from behind him on the beach, but Cotl paid the steed no mind as he came up because his eyes found something so much more interesting to him. Halo Lykoi. Her scent was found on the wind and her figure was not too far off. She had been walking in the opposite direction as Cotl and Maschine, so she had been coming right towards them, and so Cotl continued to walk forward to towards the new Centurion. When he approached, he gave a slight bow of his head and he looked up at the tall hybrid woman. "Ist been avhile, Halo." the man commented, his throat clearing after he had spoken to the woman. The man forgot about his hatred for the beach at this moment, only because he was in the company of someone he really admired. "Du looks beautiful as alvays." the man complimented to the woman, flattery was something that had forgotten to come from his tongue often times. It just showed the woman how much he appreciated her. I mean, she was one of his first friends, so why shouldn't he be nicer to them then to everyone else?

Ich heards das du ist Centurion now.-NYEH- Congratulations. the man congratulated the woman for her replacement of Kaena at the top of the ranks, and even though he was also unhappy about Kaena going to the elder rank, he was happy that Gabriel realized that Halo was good enough for the job. Cotl believed that she was good enough for the job, this was for sure.


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300+


Ears coated with silky fur perked back as vividly hued gaze found the approaching canine and his steed. She had never quite managed to warm up to the animal, though the idea of owning a horse because of its uses was in fact starting to sink in these days. Perhaps it was because several of the latest additions to the clan these last months had brought several kinds of animals with them. She was quite content with her miniature army of rodents, though there were things that they could not do that a larger animal surely could. But she was nowhere near comfortable enough to the thought of even riding a rose to consider anything yet. She did not know if she would be able to get her hands on a mount even if she wished to. Nah, it was better to let the topic rest for now.

Fingers painted with warm, light cream rose in a quiet greeting as she continued to walk in the direction of Cotl and the strangely marked horse. As he gave a slight bow of his head, she returned it. He was still her friend, wasn’t he? The woman nodded at his words, agreeing. ”Indeed it has, Cotl,” she replied, offering him a warm smile that few common clan members ever managed to see. He was one of those that had remained on her good side from the start, and he had shown that he belonged here just as much as she did. Fingers rose to toy with silky locks of auburn as he complimented her, and her smile broadened some with appreciation for the male. She liked to hear that she was beautiful.

Cotl’s German continued to flow in his everyday language, but she had slowly grown to understand him better over time. There were several foreigners in the clan, and she was getting used to interpreting accents and recognizing words. ”Thank you,” her bright voice sang. Her newest rank was still quite fresh, and a small voice in the back of her head wondered when Gabriel would stop and realize the mistake he had made by replacing Kaena by the young and ruthless Halo. The Lykoi woman knew well that she was capable of much, but she was well aware of her weaknesses as well. Perhaps she had been given the rank of Centurion so that she was made to work more with herself and her ways. ”How are you?” she asked, uncertain if the topic about her promotion made her uncomfortable. She had few friends here, and she already knew of a few that were not happy with her recent promotion. Though, that only gave her more reason to smile, no?


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OOC: i suck simple as that. +3

The woman had agreed that it had been awhile. They both had been busy doing their own lives, and it was almost strange that the two could live in the same house yet, they barely talked, much less were they able to see each other on a regular basis. Now that she was Centurion, she had possibly even less time on her hands. It bothered him that they did not get to spend more time together, but he also knew how to keep his distance when one was not interested in him. Never had she seek him out to be in his company so it was hard to say if they were even friends anymore. He had no ill-will towards the woman, it was obvious by the way he spoke to her, for he was much nicer to her than most people in Inferni, not only because she was a higher rank but because Cotl liked Halo. Yeah, I know, shocking isn't it? It shouldn't be. I've been preaching this for awhile now. Cotl didn't really change, only his persistence did. He did not seek her out as much as he used to, and that was a fault because he had given up hope.


She thanked him, and he nodded his head. bitte he muttered back, the German word that doubled for both 'please' and 'you're welcome' and then she had gone on to ask him how he was doing. She was leader, and he knew that she had heard of his nephew's death. The man cleared his throat and twitched his shoulder. He then shrugged before he spoke. I'm okays. Ich can'ts complains.. the man commented, not really going into anything in detail with the woman simply because he found his time to be rather boring and uninteresting to talk about. He found most of his existence to be uninteresting to talk about anyways. He'd much rather talk about other things. Hows ist du? the man asked, cocking his head to the right and looking at the woman with his dual colored eyes.




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I suck tooo :/


How was she? Aside from stuck on an emotional rollercoaster constantly sending her swirling and dizzy into distasteful scenes. How much longer would she wallow in self-pity instead of taking the reins with firm hands? A bitter smile rose to her face, and she moved fingers from her locks to her white canine teeth, biting at them carefully as she let her mind wander for only a moment. Cotl had seen her at her weakest, but like so few he remained with her. But she hadn’t changed enough through the last two years, and she couldn’t trust her friend as she wished to.

”I’m fine,” she answered, though scarlet eyes insisted it wasn’t so. It certainly wasn’t so, but she knew little of who Cotl befriended. ”but I’m not Kaena. It’s a shame none of her stature could rise to stand by Gabriel's side.” Instead it was her, and she was not mature enough for the job right. She couldn’t help doubting herself, but there were many reasons why she should. She was too brutal in her opinions of everything and everyone, and would not be a loved next in command. But she did not have to focus on long lasting taste of bitter tears that she carried with her for the past. She knew it to be the trait of a fool.


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OOC: i fffffaaaaill, libs. Ilu though you know this, ja? +3



And I whispered in her ear:
Fear me dear, for I am Death, Bitch.



Cotl knew nothing of the woman's current spiraling emotions, though he did see the woman break down before to him. She and he had grown apart, it had been obvious by the way they did not see each other as often as they used to, and they couldn't show each other weakness anymore. Cotl noticed her hands moving from her locks, to her teeth, an action that had been noticed as and labelled as 'strange' in his book because he had never seen her do this action before. His rust head cocked to the right, and his right ear twitched towards the woman, and then she spoke. She crunched on her nails and she choked out a "I'm fine" at him. He looked at her eyes, knowing that there was a trust there that they had to where they could both look in each other's eyes and not take it as a dominance issue. He thought so at least. He'd remembered looking in her eyes before, and he noticed changes in them from when she was happy, and when she was sad. Her eyes were expressive, and he had remembered that a lot about the woman. It's not like he could forget her anyways. From time to time she wandered across his mind, only rarely had she crossed his path when he thought of her.

She went on to speak of how she was not Kaena. This was true, but it did not mean that she was unworthy of the job. Du ist die best das Inferni has to offers fer die jobs. the man admitted, for he knew a good amount of the other members of the clan and he knew no other whom seemed to be the best for Centurion in his opinion. He twitched his neck and sighed lightly. und du don't look fines.-FUCKINGSHITFACEDICKNOSE- Was matters? the Imaginifer asked, wondering what could be his Centurion's problem. Was the stress of being at the top of the hierarchy really too much for Halo Lykoi?



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He spoke the words she wanted to hear, but although that was what she had been fishing for, it was not satisfactory. It was she that needed to be convinced, for it was in her the issue lay. Oh, as fucking always, eh? As a young girl brainwashed by her twisted father, she had dreamed of the woman that had previously hold the position she now was in. It would forever be her dream to have her name become known. But it was not with love and praise she wanted it to be spoken, but fear and awe. She wanted to be at war with the world, but she was afraid now when she was nearing the goals she had set so long ago. She had come this far, so what would be her next step?

She thought his words over a second time, and decided to change her attitude. She would be able to create history now, and should grasp the possibilities instead of frowning at insignificant cracks that were made by her own insecurity. How strange though, for she had believed she had a courageous heart. ”You think?” Sparkling rubies turned to the man with the unique hues of Caribbean sea and bleeding sunset. ”Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Her problems were none of his concern. ”Have I ever complimented your eyes, Cotl?” she wondered, a warm smile slowly setting on her youthful face. In the years she had lived here she had yet find eyes that could outmatch his.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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OOC: +3



And I whispered in her ear:
Fear me dear, for I am Death, Bitch.



You think? the woman had asked him. He looked at her, his bi-colored eyes locked on the woman. He nodded his head first. He let a devilish smile rest on his maw and his shoulder twitched. Ich nicht thinks, Ich knows. the male told her, nodding his head to the woman. The man wouldn't know of anyone else, and if he had been Gabriel, then he more than likely would have picked the same line up. Cotl had no problem with Gabriel's choices yet. Cotl was glad that he was not chosen to be high up in the ranks like he had once upon a time ago. The only reason he didn't want to be high up was because there was no job up there for him. He was not good at what the other higher ranked coyotes were. He was no historian, he was not scout, nor a warrior, neither was he good at talking to others and being a mediator. To teach? Cotl might be able to do that, but other than that, he was useless other than where he was at, in his Imaginifer rank. He was happy there. He didn't need anything else from the clan. She would reassure him that she was fine. He was not one to really pry, so he dropped it then, and just nodded his head.

Her next words came in the form of a question, her asking if she had ever complimented his eyes. The male tipped his head back and looked up at the tip of her ears for a moment and he thought about it. A frown would hug his lips and his brows furrowed. The man then would shake his head. He didn't really remember a time where she had complimented him, besides when it came to his art. Ich nicht believes so -NYEH- the male spoke, his smile returning to his maw when he had seen her smile show up on her maw. She had such a pretty smile to Cotl, and he couldn't help but let a devilish smile creep onto his maw. Cotl looked to the woman's bosom to see her tattoo, it still nicely placed on her chest. He noticed that the color stayed very well on hers. He wondered if it had something to do with the ink that Kaena used. -FUCKINGBITCHTITS- Was du dhink abouts die new borders? Likes it dis vays better? the curious question came from the male whom had lived in Inferni for almost 2 years now.



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He didn’t think so, he said. Her eyebrows rose the slightest bit, as if she was surprised with this knowledge. It was a shame. She was very quick to speak up whenever she saw anything she considered ugly, but it seemed she was unable to openly appreciate what was positive in her surrounding, which at this moment involved Cotl and his curious shades. The kind line on of lips remained as her eyes remained on his face, unwilling to stray from the subject without giving it more weight first.

”Strange,” she said, responding to the fact that she had failed to compliment the dance of red and blue. ”I think your eyes are very beautiful, Cotl,” feminine eyelashes fluttered slightly as lids temporarily hooded her maroon gaze, vibrant in colour as well as with temporary warmth. Perhaps he wouldn’t appreciate the use of adjective, but it was what would best describe them in the woman’s opinion.

She didn’t care as much about the new borders. ”I’m fine with the change,” she shrugged, though knew that it had been a necessary change for the better. ”It’s definitely better,” she said, adding a slight nod with her words as she spoke them. ”What about you?”
his.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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OOC: I forget if we were going to do something specific in this thread or not @.@ +3

And I whispered in her ear;
Fear me dear for I am Death
I will take that shit you call your life,
in a single fucking breath.

She spoke of how it was strange that she had not said how pretty his eyes were, but he was not surprised that she had not. His eyes were stunning, the contrast of icy blue and fiery red, them always having a cold glaze over them, only fired up when he was angry. Right now, those eyes were on the woman, looking at her own beautiful eyes that were shared by so many other of the Lykoi blood. He stared there though, the coydog finding himself comfortable enough in the presence of the Centurion that he felt that she did not need to really display any dominance to him, because he knew he was under her, and he hardly questioned it. In fact, he promoted it, and almost wished that she had been Aquila. He didn't know what would become of the clan if she was to rule it, but he would stand right beside her if it came to it. She would speak on of how his eyes were beautiful, which did make him look away, and he did twitch his neck to the right and cleared his throat. He held a crooked smile on his maw and he gave the woman a satisfied growl in her direction. Danke, Halo. the man spoke, luckily he had not been interrupted by his ticks, but this would not last too much longer. The male was not one whom was really used to getting compliments, though since he had been here, he had plenty, he still was not graceful at accepting that he was a very attractive individual minus his whole Tourette's syndrome thing he had going there.

The woman went on to answer his question about her thoughts on the new land. Cotl himself had been effected a little bit because he had to abandon traps that he had set now outside of territory, and the male also did not like the new scent of the ocean on their lands as much as it was now, but those were small annoyances to the male, and other than that, he did not care very much. She would ask him the same and Cotl made sure to look at her yet again. Ich..uh...nicht cares. -NYEH- just ein route change on Maschine. the man spoke, shrugging his broad shoulders. Vas ist your plans today, anyzhing particularly interesting? the twitchy man spoke to her, keeping the unnecessary small talk going.



Cotl does. "Cotl speaks." Cotl thinks.


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His hues turned from her as he received her compliments, but hers never shied. Auburn ears flicked ever so slightly in response to his little display of -- was it shyness? Her fingers sought together, adding a light pressure to their embrace. She should have taken advantage of the opportunities that had presented themselves over the years. She feared it was too late. Her smile remained where it was -- meant to soothe whatever unease remained when he found the will to look back to her. To live in the presence was difficult. Perhaps that was why she had never done so. The wind of change would be lovely.

The man mentioned his steed, and she recalled her own thoughts of acquiring one of the handy creatures. She knew how to tend her petite pets, but a larger animal would pose a challenge. Coyote ears perked as he continued, for his voice would not wait for light footed thoughts to cease to move. The lines presented on her face turned softer still, and there was a glimpse of pearly white teeth behind her smiling lips as she chose her words. ”I’ve.. been wanting to ask you if I could spend some time with you and Maschine, get to know the two of you better.” The Lykoi’s orbs suddenly dropped.

It was not often the girl was touched by shyness, but it did occur now and then. She had not been a good friend to this man, and while he had not made a breath of complaint, she wanted to start making amends sooner rather than later. And she had to learn to relax in the presence of his animal. He had once expressed the opportunity for her to ride his tattooed horse, and perhaps the offer was still valid.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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OOC: lol we fail. xDD hopefully you don't mine the little pp? +3

And I whispered in her ear;
Fear me dear for I am Death
I will take that shit you call your life,
in a single fucking breath.

A fiery presence had placed itself in the rather cold eyes of the rust Imaginifer. The crooked grin stayed on his face as he watched the expressions that had fallen over the woman's own face. Cotl's tail wagged gently as he stood there, something that rarely did take place, for he was normally a stiff tailed being. His oversized ears were pointed at the woman, and his eyes still were stuck on her when she spoke of wanting to spend more time with him, and Maschine. His tail picked up speed actually and he held an evil grin on his sadist face. Auf courses! the man spoke to her. His tail slowed down because he caught it moving too fast for him to be comfortable. Plus he could feel the brace that she had given to him slipping down his tail even further and he didn't want it to fall off.

Ve rides him on die beach.. -NYEH- Oder rides him back to die mansion.. the man spoke to her, his words having a little air of excitement around it. He cleared his throat and he straightened his back and put one hand on his chest and brushed his rust fur down for a second and he looked towards where the mansion would be, pointing there and then also looking to the opposite direction where there was more beach terrain. Maschine was not far off from the two, him seeming to get distracted by some beach grasses that looked pretty yummy. Cotl turned his head to the steed and he whistled. The stallion's ears perked and he pulled the grass from the ground and then as he was chewing, he made his way over to the two, slowly at first but then picking some speed up. He came p with a brisk trot to the two and nickered. Cotl approached and pet Maschine's nose and moved back towards Halo and took her hand into his.

He lead her towards the steed and then he let go of her hand and then hoisted himself onto the back of the steed, and then he turned towards the woman and held his hand out to her to help her up onto the back of the horse as well.


Cotl does. "Cotl speaks." Cotl thinks.


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Don't worry about it. Uhm, I sort of pped/assumed she was given a seat behind Cotl. That way she wont claw the horse's neck off in discomfort XD

Her act was genuine until things started to move fast. Ride? Ears leaned backward just a little as realization hit her, and a knot of dread immediately formed in the pit of her stomach. She? Ride? The muscles in her face stiffened slightly at this, and it was obvious that she had second thoughts for a moment. But one time had to be the first, and with Cotl there with her it could not be as dangerous as she thought it to be. The unknown would always be intimidating, and she did not have the right to consider herself serious of obtaining an animal for herself if she couldn’t find the courage to ride one of the beasts.

She followed without struggle as the kind male took her hand and lead her to the intimidating herbivore. He mounted the horse with ease and reached for her hand again, and she let only a short moment of hesitation pass before she accepted and climbed on top of the living animal.

She found it nearly as terrible as she had feared, and immediately wrapped a pair of slender arms around Cotl’s waist. It was so unsteady, and the animal hadn’t even started to move yet. Coyote ears lay flat against auburn locks now, and her black pupils swallowed the scarlet in her eyes. Though, there was a rush of excitement with the little kick of adrenaline, and its taste was refreshing. She knew the man before her probably was able to detect her nerves, but it couldn’t be helped. At least she would drag this male down with her if she was to fall off the horse. That thought brought some comfort, and brought a small smile back to her lips.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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OOC ENDING: AND THEN THEY RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET, HAPPILY EVER AFTER.


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