A Sheep in Wolve's Clothing
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Hello all! Zalen is moving along the coast line having just met Theodore at the mouth of the Pictou River. He doesn’t know the area and foolishly walked right into Inferni. Sufficed to say he don’t like coyotes. All are welcome, please don’t beat up on him too bad. If you do wish to get into a fight with him or something, PM me and we can work out the details.
ZALEN

Zalen had moved away from the sea and now was heading inland, but still paralleling the coast line. So he had somehow managed to make it into Nova Scotia. It was difficult to believe that he had come so far in the six months he had traveled alone. But it was good to be back in fertile lands, so different from the burned ones he had gone through last week. Something terrible must have happened in the area to the North, but this did not matter much to him. Now he was faced with a dilemma; continue to wander aimlessly as a loner in this unfamiliar area with many unfamiliar packs or to join one. The latter choice had not ended well for him in the past and he was hesitant to remake past mistakes, even if a different outcome was possible.

However he considered himself very lucky that the first individual he had crossed paths with was not hostile. Zalen recalled his somewhat awkward but understanding conversation with Theodore Stone of the Anathema pack. How strange it was to meet up with another wolf that could have been Zalen’s twin. But sadness lined Zalen’s heart as he recalled Theodore’s anguish. Zalen had felt as helpless as the defeated wolf in front of him. How he wished he could have done more to help Theodore’s heart, but he just couldn’t find the words…

SNAP!

Zalen froze at the at the sound and slowly looked down to where his large paw had met an unfamiliar ground. What he saw chilled him to his core. In between his clawed toes was a crushed skull, a wolf skull, painted with bloodied markings. His head shot up and he took a good look at the surrounding area. He was standing next to wind twisted tree, in a prairie like opening. Raising his snout to the air he took a deep breath.

Coyotes…

In an instant he began to move, and at the same time shift. Mid run he grew in size and speed as he changed from lupus to secui. Coyotes! How could he have been so stupid as not to pay closer attention to his surroundings. He definitely did not want to be where he was and he needed to get out fast!

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#2
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WC → 378 :: Selena is too nice, she needs to learn to be meaner. :-D

Things have been going smoothly in the clan so far for the woman. She had found friends with two canines, and had also fully cleaned the room she had now claimed in the mansion that was nestled in the Nod forest. Instead of spending that day in the bedroom to set her clothing and belongings into their places, she decided to take a stroll along the borders. After giving the plants in the greenhouse there morning water, she set off to the reaches of Infernian territory in her feral form; it was unusually for Selena to be caught in this form, coming from a humanized culture, but she found it simpler to travel in shape than her blundering bi-pedal form. Besides, it was easier to hide in lupus form than in Optime, though her stark fur was still a draw back. Though she had her green cloak, it was useless if she was going four-legged, so she left all of her objects that she usually carried with her at D’Neville, since she did not expect anything out of the norm to happen.

It was along the northern edges of the clan’s territory did she scent something that was not familiar with the land. Though the core smell was recognizable, wolven blood, it was not something she sensed in Inferni before. She also knew that her new clan had a grudge against wolves for whatever reason, though she could not say that it was wrong when she held discomfort for dogs and jackals alike herself, so she decided to go investigate. While trotting towards the scent, she shifted to secui; it was better not to take chances and not be caught off-guard in the smaller lupus form if the stranger was bigger than her. The outsider seemed to realize that he was in the wrong place, as she saw a large figure, another Luperci, racing back towards the borders. The Black would have let the man go, but something in her brain told her to not let him leave just yet. “What are you doing here?” the ivory coywolf called to the male, starting to run as well, though not in a chasing fashion, and managed to stay in a position that was a few yards away from the he.

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die


Selena Black
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She is nice but Zalen will react in anger to her. If we fight it will be a brief scuffle.
ZALEN

Zalen had decided to start running South West, assuming that the area near the sea he had just come from was part of this ‘yote territory he was now in. He thought back to the wolf skull, now turned to near dust by his paw. What savages the coyotes were. It angered him and bad blood began to boil in his veins. He disliked those scrawny little canines so much they left a bad taste in his mouth, he spat on the ground as he ran.

Suddenly there came a small voice. Spun about to face whoever at spoken and was confronted by the form of an ivory maned coyote, a female too, and in secui form. Quickly he sized her up, he could take her if she were to attack, which she would because he knew how blood thirsty and vicious her kind was. Hackles raised, claws fully extended, he gave her a warning snarl.

Don’t bother with flattery, if you are to attack it would be most unwise, I will defend myself!

He squared off against her, muscles tensed. He was strong, in shape, and ready to fight for his life if he had to. He knew that she was just one among many, and that it may not be much time before others arrived. If he had to, he would do away with her quickly.

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WC → 308 :: If you want a scuffle, you're free for Zalen to pounce at Selena out of annoyance. >:3 She's as friendly as she is too emotional.

The outsider sensed her before she had call out, and when he stopped running she skidded to a stop about a good four yards away from him. Instead of being apologetic and submissive for being on another’s lands, he responded to Selena’s almost friendly words in a hostile snarl as if she was trespassing. The same notion that told her to confront the man told her to react in the same way that he was treating it, and she was easily swayed to that decision, all of her usual rationality aside to make room for her temper that started to boil. He was the one treading on unwelcomed ground, and he was bold enough to speak to the Black in such an ungraceful tone. The normally calm coywolf’s demeanor soon changed as quickly as the thought raced through her mind. Her ivory fur started to rise along her neck and upper back, and her tail held high like a war flag.

“Who said I was going to attack, wolf?” she said, clearly irritated. “You are the one in my territory.” Her confident words started to fill her hot head with pride. Yes, this was now her grounds, now that she was in the clan. She did not think about how fairly new she was, nothing but the fact that this man was where he should not be. “Leave, now, or you will have to defend yourself,” she threated, her lips curling over her teeth that yearned to show the stranger how sharp they were; he was ignorant of the things she knew, the knowledge she was trained with wanting to be tested out in a real fight. In the back of her mind, a reasonable voice told her there was no need to start something out of a misunderstanding, but her poisonous anger failed to leave her mind.

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die


Selena Black
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Ah, Zalen’s not really one to start fights. I’m just going to have him mock charge but then back off. Maybe then Selena can escort him to the southwest border and they can have a very uncomfortable conversation on the way there.
ZALEN

Ach! This is was why coyote’s drove him to anger. They felt so high and mighty of themselves even though they were just scum of the earth. However her words stung him a bit, she was right about his trespassing, and he had no one to blame but himself. But he would not show weakness in front of this female yote, maybe he could just scare her off so he could escape without her informing her friends of his whereabouts.

Digging his claws in the earth he coiled like a spring and then burst forth towards her, fangs glinting in the. He growled like a hell beast and just before it seemed like he was going to jump on her form he landed on the ground beside her and then jumped a yard or so to her side, flanking her, and prepared for her move. Hopefully his display would just send her running. Wishful thinking.

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WC → 369 :: Selena isn't the one who starts fights, either, though her temper compromises that. xD She's an aggresstive pacifist-wannabe. Let the awkward conversation began.

The fighter inside of the Black wanted to jump on the wolf before he had the chance to do so to herself, but she made herself stay rigid. No matter how argumentative he was becoming to the she, she refused to strike first; a tiny part of her that swam over the river of temperament hoped this would end without wounds. But as the seconds ticked by, it seemed highly unlikely as the male was unresponsive to her warning. Selena wondered if he was contemplating of running away now, which would have been the safest thing to do, for the both of them; despite being trained, she was still smaller than the other and no battle move was going to keep him from inflicting damaged if it ended up in a fight. But, her wandering thoughts of what he was going to do next were suddenly shaken off as the wolf sprang forward with what seemed to be intending to attack her.

The coywolf scrunched up in a tight crouch as she was taught, prepared to meet him when he came close enough with tooth and claw. But, the male fell short of where she expected him to land, and caught-off guard yet not even fazed into backing down, snapped around to where he jumped off to, her large ears flat against her head and muzzle contorted. Was he toying with her, did he think she could not handle him? If he was going to play like that, she decided, she was going to play along with his game. With a surprisingly vicious snarl that one probably would not expect from a female, she leaped towards the male with paws stretched forward. But, like he did, she fell short and landed a mere two, perhaps three feet away from his face, tail raised in higher in anger and barked at him, “If you want to leave unharmed, stop playing games.” With another annoyed snarl, she whipped around and started to stalk towards the borders, glancing over her shoulder with a burning, powder blue stare to see if he was following; she was going to see this outsider out of the territory, even if he wished against so.

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die


Selena Black
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Yay no blood! That was fun.
ZALEN

She came at him and he tensed and snapped, but bit nothing but empty air as she landed next to him, mirroring his previous action. Interesting female this one, she definitely was not afraid, even though he probably could overpower her easily. But instead of attacking she turned and started walking the way he wished he could be running. A glance over her shoulder nearly beckoned him to follow… or else. Zalen was taken aback, he had never met such a clever coyote, usually they worked better in packs when their stupidity was lessoned by the number of them. But this one seemed very intelligent, and unafraid. Zalen was profoundly confused and began to dumbly walk after the female.

For what seemed like hours but in fact was only minutes the two walked in silence, ebony and ivory specs in against the prairie landscape. The sun was setting red in front of them, making the area glow like it was covered in blood, but it was not his blood, nor hers… thankfully.

Zalen could not believe what he was about to do, talk to this coyote, but he had little choice. He was a stranger in these lands and he needed information. Next time he might stumble upon the lands of something even more unsavory than yotes.

He cleared his throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I… uh… am sorry about all that. Honestly… you startled me… and I’m a bit lost.

He felt really stupid for apologizing to her but he didn’t have any other options, with a sigh he continued. Look, I’m wrong to be here but I don’t really know where I am, I don’t know the lay of the land. Maybe you could point me in the right direction? Smooth. Asking the local wild life for directions. Keylo and Cody would have been so ashamed.

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WC → 368 :: Selena is again too nice. xD At least for someone who's mad.

Selena had not said anything else after her last statement, except for the annoyed huff when the man finally started to follow her with a rather astonished look upon his face. The time of day did not occur to her until the sun sparked into sight in the corner of her eye, and glanced towards the bright sphere to check its position; as she knew how to defend herself, she knew as well to judge time and use it to find her way in this strange land by the sky. She was a good way from the mansion as she guessed, and it would be dark before she returned to her welcome bed, which made her a little bit more irritated, but it did not show upon her smooth face that was only moments ago filled with anger. Instead, she just momentary glared at the sun until her eyes started to prickle with uncomfort, and slightly quickened her pace.

Her wandering thoughts were broke when the outsider suddenly cleared his throat, and she knew that he was going to speak, but made no sign that she took notice of him. Without turning her head, she half-listened to him, and made a small, unseen smirk as he said that she startled him. “Well, first off all, I’d like to mention that you should never walk here again, no matter what. Consider yourself lucky that it was me who found you; the others here do not take kindly to wolves, even more so if they are on their land.” Selena did not add the fact that he could have possibly been killed if she did not confront him, but she guessed that he already assumed that she was blood-thirsty by the way he acted when she first approached him so telling him something that he already had a solid idea on was pointless. “There are other packs, south of here, though, which would be more kind to you; thinking about joining one?” She knew basic information about most of them, except for the new one that grew over the mountain, and could at least share that with the male to keep him away from the clan.

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die


Selena Black
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What? Zalen checked Selena out? Haha he’s crazy.
ZALEN

Zalen began to relax as he walked behind her. They were out in the open and he couldn’t see anyone else around, and being behind her meant he could make a dash for it. But at the moment all was well, she was just showing him the way out without trying to kill him. Odd. But she was an odd one, he had never met someone like her. He wondered what her name was, but wouldn’t dare ask. Had he less disdain for her kind he might have even found her slightly attractive, there seemed to be something very “wolf” about her. He shook his head. Man he really was losing it. All these new faces were really throwing him off. Zalen smacked himself inwardly and listened to her speak, her voice was still on edge and this snapped him back to reality. They could have killed each other back there.

She was right about his luck in meeting her rather than a coyote who would have disemboweled him first and asked questions later. His ears perked when she mentioned the packs. Interesting that the only two individuals that he had met so far had known about the other packs. They must be intermingling with each other to some extent.

Ah… no… no I don’t think I’m ready to join a pack. I’d much rather be alone... it’s safer that way. Or was it? Obviously he was in danger, at least in this area. Who was to say that things would have turned out more favorably had he a pack to back him up. But he just couldn’t see himself joining a group, especially not now. It was still too soon. Plus he obviously had to work on his own social skills before putting them to the test.

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WC → 328 :: Gosh, I'm starting this think that Sel is asexual, pfft, the way she doesn't believe in romance. >> xD

Selena was oblivious to the fact that the man behind her was contemplating about her, not that would care if she knew or not. Coming from a traditional family and surrounding, she did not interact with many males that were not blood-related; she even had an inkling that her parents had suitors in mind when she had gotten older, and was perfectly fine with that fact, otherwise her family would claim that she was ruining the family name by running with someone who had “impure blood” that was not suffice for the Black’s. So romance what not something she had in mind when she came in Inferni, and it did not rest in her mind either at that moment. “It may not be the safest thing. Many outside of my pack are as aggressive as them. Strength comes in numbers, but do as you wish,” she warned vaguely, turning her head to glance at him for a moment over her shoulder to judge his reaction.

“In any case, here’s the border,” she went on, walking closer to the skulls that lined their territory. Selena had no feelings for the skinless bones, no disgust or pride, and it clearly showed on her impassive face as she stared at the back of the heads and sat for a moment to look over the skulls. “I don’t know how you missed them, but watch out for them from now on.” The coywolf felt no need to tell him anything else, and could have walked off without another word. She started to do so, standing back up after her feet got a short rest and began to trot off, but something made her pause, perhaps formality and manners, and said to the wolf, “Selena.” Her name danced in the cooling air as day slowly started to turn into night, and the ivory Black stood, not looking back over her shoulder, wondering why she felt an impulse to tell the stranger her title.

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die


Selena Black
By Kiki
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It’s ok, Zalen’s pretty much asexual right now too. Anyway, this’ll be my last post in this thread. Short and sweet. We’ll have to do it again sometime :-)
ZALEN

Zalen listened to her intently, her warning. She pointed out the skulls and he shuddered, he couldn’t believe he had missed that and only found it by stepping on one. These coyotes had killed many wolves. He was very lucky. He watched the coyote’s lithe form as she turned to move away, but when she spoke her name he caught her eye. Green orbs stared into light blue ones as he tried to wordlessly show her his thanks. He gave a small smile.

Zalen. It was a pleasure Selena.

Sarcastic, but still sincere, and with it Zalen continued south west at a good pace.

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