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Symera Villisca · 08-10-2011, 02:05 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sorin; 512 words

The small female had been taken in by a fierce female warrior. Of course she ended up having to prove herself. That didn't really matter to her though. She was always proving herself around her brothers anyways so to show that she belonged wasn't much of a task at all. She hadn't even balked at what she had to do in order to prove herself either. No one had to build up the prejudice and hatred for wolves within her. She already had that herself. She had already been wronged by the species at such a young age. She already had that burning passion for their eradication.

But that wasn't why she was out in the woods by herself. No, she was looking for her brothers though she would settle on some other form of entertainment. She didn't have her siblings to tag along with so she had to start making up her own things to do. The trees could provide their own form of entertainment with the sounds of wildlife that flickered through. Actually wildlife, that would be a good place to start to look for something to entertain herself with. It wasn't like she could go on wolf hunts all of the time. At least not at her age. She wasn't even allowed to participate actively in the hunting of food.

The young girl stopped in her tracks when she found the mangled corpse of a dead bird on the ground. She gave a glance around the area, looking for where the bird might have come from. She had even craned her head back in order to look up into the trees to try and find a nest. She couldn't see one and didn't see any other deceased fowl in the immediate area. She wasn't certain where it had come from but it hardly mattered to her. No, she simply pawed at the specimen to make certain that it would move. Once she found it wasn't stuck she bent her head down to gently pick it up in her jaws, not wanting to damage it any more than it already was. She carried the carcass over to a felled log and leaned it up against the remains of the tree in order to make the dead bird stand up.

The coyote female promptly sat down after she had her toy set up. "Hello there Mr. Squishy, I am so glad that you could make it." She started to talk to it, treating it like a doll at some sort of tea party. "Are you hungry Mr. Squishy?" She asked the corpse and seemed to listen for an answer. After having gotten a silent answer from her guest the girl bent down her head to pick up a leaf in her mouth and placed it on the log next to the bird's head. "Eat up Mr. Squishy, there is plenty where that came from." Of course after a moment or two Symera had to knock away the leaf with her paw to show that Mr. Squishy had in fact eaten it.

Melee Soul · 08-10-2011, 04:54 PM

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If he had known how much time his daughter was spending nearby Inferni territory, Gideon would have undoubtedly been disappointed in her. It wasn't as if Melee was running around looking for trouble, but she certainly wasn't doing her best to stay away from it. Then again, that was her nature. She wasn't one to avoid mischief, trouble, or bold moves that could end up getting her into a pickle. If anyone had to learn the hard way, it was Melee Soul. Until she had learned it the hard way, it wouldn't fully process for her. Heck, even then she would probably be out causing a ruckus. It was just the way that she operated and her family knew that. Range was the more obedient, well-mannered one between the two of them. Though he wasn't always as sweet and innocent as he acted. As she well knew from her recent excursion with him.

Today, her intention didn't have anything to do with Inferni's close proximity though. She was on a mission. A mission to find a horse that she could eventually take, tame, and train as her own. Despite the fact that she still didn't know how to even begin catching an equine, she knew she wanted to do it soon. Now was a good time, before the snow and the ice that could make sneaking around harder. The Dampwoods were where other pack members had caught their horses, so it seemed a natural place to try and find her own. So far, though, no luck. All she had found were trees, moss, dampness, and a general lack of anyone. It was actually pretty dull. Unwilling to be dissuaded from her self-imposed plan, though, Melee had pressed onward into the Dampwoods. Figuring that eventually she would find something interesting to do.

When she saw the younger girl playing with a dead bird, she pricked her ears, pausing in her walking to observe the little charade. Melee grinned, listening to the one-sided conversation with "Mr Squishy." Completely unaware that she would be wholly unwelcome, the girl stepped forward. In her Optime form, it felt strange to see a puppy. They seemed so small and awkward and ... strange. The fact that it was a coyote pup didn't help, either, because the size differential was even larger than if it had been a wolf pup. "Enough for three?" she asked as she walked nearer to the party; unfortunately for her, in this case three would definitely be a crowd.

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Symera Villisca · 08-25-2011, 12:36 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sorin; 504 words

Symmy got into a fair amount of trouble herself. It wasn't always by her own violation though. Generally she was acting on a dare proposed by her brothers. Of course her brothers weren't around now and so she was out on her own. She had been separated from her brothers and had taken up residence in Inferni. It really didn't bother her so much to be without family. But then again her daddy had always been busy looking after and providing for his children since the demise of his mate. And well, her brothers were mean. Oftentimes they wouldn't let her follow and play with them. And well, that is where the dares came in. If Symera wanted to be able to play then she would have to complete a proposed dare where more often than not she was setup to fail. It was what had happened with the one that had ended up landing her in Inferni.

While Symmy might not be the most well adjusted child she was doing fine enough on her own. she clearly had an imagination that allowed for her to be fine and off playing by herself. She didn't see Mr. Squishy for what he truly was but as a found friend instead. It probably wasn't the most appealing toy that a child could have but she liked it. The smell of rotting flesh wasn't even all that bad. She had smelled much worse before, or at least in her mind it was a worse smell than decay. It was a scent that had spurned an everlasting hatred within the heart of the young girl. She wasn't even at the age where she could shift yet and had already lost both home and mother. She had already experienced the instabilities of life and how unfair it was.

Also the girl being a runt left her quite smaller than those around her. Her brothers of the exact same litter appeared huge in comparison to the girl. Because of her lot in life in seemed that she would remain dwarfed in comparison to any company that she should wish to keep. Though she certainly had enough spirit to make up for that. She didn't let her lacking in size get her down but instead it set her determination to be able to do the same as any other in stone.

The sound of the voice caused the girl to turn her head and the whiff of scent that she caught caused a growl to rise up in her throat. "It stinks." The disgust was clear in her voice and showed in her eyes when she finally focused on the older female. "No room for stinky." The smaller girl spoke up again as she got to her paws. Symera had no delusions that she would actually win a physical confrontation but was still determined to defend Mr. Squishy. She would not have her toy robbed from her as well and so had placed herself between the wolf and the dead bird.

Melee Soul · 09-06-2011, 04:21 PM

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Melee should have realized... the scent of Inferni was on the pup, surely her presence wasn't going to be welcomed with open arms. Still, her fur bristled defensively and her hackles rose in protective spikes. Why would one so young already have such words to say to someone who came forward with good intentions? The time that she had met an Inferni canine before - Sa'adat - the other female had been friendly enough. Yet here was a puppy who met all of the stereotypes she had been told about the coyote clan. "I'm not stinky, definitely not stinkier than your dead bird or Mr. Squishy or whatever you call him." she huffed, insulted by the insinuation that she smelled bad. Even though she knew it wasn't true, it was just a bias from the pup. It still made her want to go bathe or perhaps roll around in some nice smelling herbs. No matter what she rolled around in, though, she doubted it would change the opinion of the little Inferni girl.

The whelp had the ill advised idea of literally standing up to the chocolate-colored Luperci. In Optime form, she was significantly larger than the coyote youth. Though Melee was not truly a threat to the smaller female - she wouldn't hurt anyone if she could help it - the pack wolf still bared her teeth. It was a gesture of defensiveness more than aggression, her tail lashing behind her in agitation. "You're a rude little thing. Your mother should teach you better manners." she remarked, scoffing openly without knowing that Symera's mother was dead. If she had known, perhaps she would have been more sensitive... but she was put off by the behavior of the Inferni child and not inclined to let it go quickly. Her temper ran hot sometimes, and this was one such time.

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