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Hoping shorter posts are okay because I suck/want to post on this during the week. XD; Foredated to October 6th.

A wolf tiptoeing near the borders of Inferni was usually an unfortunate thing, both for the guarded clan and the hapless transgressor. But this wolf was here on a mission, however ill-defined. He was tracking Zeke, though Sage and Valkyrie also crossed his mind. He just needed a change of scenery, a change of company; not that his iridescent, colourful, sparkling property wasn't fun to look at, or that Axle and Grit weren't entertaining, but today he yearned for more. Regretfully, he was beginning to associate Hilsburn with Labour and Business—not Escape and Relaxation. Still, the mocha hybrid had much to show for his efforts and knew things would wind down by the end of the month. With the stable's foundation complete and all building materials gathered, cut to length, and organised, the rest of the construction would go relatively quick.


He was, at any rate, confident enough in their past progress and future outlook to take a couple days off. His hired hands seemed to appreciate it, too, though they were bound to Halifax by contract. They seemed content there; they didn't ask a lot of questions or seem to expect much from life. The dogs certainly weren't dumb—especially that Axle, who occasionally surprised Barrett with something profound or insightful—but they were simply content to serve some purpose, better yet that they were guaranteed a roof over their heads and an endless supply of 'treats.' Barrett, however, grew bored when confronted with the same routines day in and out... so here he was. He continued to pad quietly along the outskirts of the clan, body language humble, pace lethargic, and mind blank. Every so often, he'd stop to sniff the ground. Hmm...

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Halo seldom took the lengthy route along the Infernian borders anymore. Now when her pregnancy was obvious for those who knew where to look, she didn’t particularly strive to put herself into situations that could end with violence. She didn’t naturally prefer tranquillity above action, but her current status required her to think of others above herself. That alone was wonderful to be aware of. Only she had ever seemed to matter in this world, but it wouldn’t be so forever. Poor Itachi, his childhood had been so meagre.

Nostrils flared with instantaneous anger the very moment they caught the scent of a loner much too close to the clan’s well-marked borders. Lips withdrew slightly to offer a toothed frown of dissatisfaction. A pity Symera had not come with her. Halo would not soon forget the fun the two of them had by the borders not too long ago. The Lykoi’s stride lengthened as she pushed up her walking speed, eager to investigate who this fool could be. There were many possibilities. Visitors weren’t extinct, though more often than not, the individual by the clan’s boundaries was an idiot and little more.

The dark painted wolf was no one she had seen in the past, though his body language discouraged her from leaping forth with tooth and claw. The sword rested against her back and would leap into her hands if she decided there was a threat here. ”State your name and purpose, Wolf.” As so often, the name of his species was pronounced with a fair amount of dislike.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi
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Big Grin <3

A soft rustle announced the presence of company. A quick glance told him it was a copper female — it also told him she was none too happy looking. Or sounding. As an added bonus, she was armed. Eesh. His ears slicked back automatically and he hunched close to the earth, tail tucked in submission. Fortunately, her being shifted and him not, it wasn't hard to appear small. His eyes stayed low to the ground and pointed in the direction of her feet, but unfocused. If she advanced, he'd bolt. Barrett, he started, before tacking on, almost as an afterthought: Poer de Aika XIII. But uh, Barry's fine. He was really starting to take for granted that this was an okay place for him to be. It was kind of queer, but he truthfully had more family and friends in Inferni than anywhere else. Still, he hardly looked the part; he couldn't blame her for being on edge.


As for what he was doing here? Just seeing if Zeke was around, I guess. Got tired of the city, he explained with a shrug. It wasn't impressive, but it was the truth. Only now did he dare to steal another peek. She was quite pretty, he decided; coyote blood always exaggerated feminine features. He also noticed something else — a familiar symbol on her left breast. It wasn't unlike the one on Ezekiel's quiver, and it was nearly identical to the necklace Anselm had sent for Kaena. The gears were turning, but he averted his gaze in nearly the same instant. As his eyes trailed down again, he realised something else — a slight bulge incongruous with the rest of her lithe, athletic appearance. A careful whiff confirmed his suspicions: she was pregnant. He made no comment on that, but on the other thing — Say, you related to Kaena? A couple optimistic flops of his tail accompanied the question. She wasn't who he'd set out to find, but she was still company.

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Oversized audits darted forward at his speech; intrigued by his apparent inability to read her. Or perhaps the truth was that he didn’t let her intimidate him. Tough skin, perhaps. And he didn’t know her. Loose, cream gloved fists tightened visibly, though her face didn’t turn into a feral snarl just yet. She didn’t have to be so monotone by the borders. Few were racist like her, and his words announced that he was acquainted with at least one other Infernian. Unfortunately, Halo did not dearly love her Aquila.

Scarlet hues squinted, though her face was otherwise strictly disciplined. Copper shoulders shrugged, for she didn’t know where the hell the silly backstabber was. Unconsciously, her hand stroke against the curve of her belly as she thought of the insult her supposed leader had served her when her pregnancy first had started to show. And Mister Barry was Ezekiel’s friend. She didn’t like that.

”So observant,” voice whistled and lips twisted back to give him a glimpse of her perfect row of teeth. ”Go away, the Aquila isn’t here.” Truthfully, she couldn’t say where he was, but what she knew was that he wasn’t here at the moment, and that was enough. Arms now crossed across her curved chest, partly obscuring the branded chaos star that the loner's eyes had managed to spot.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi
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Short ;-;

Having been raised in an environment of tolerance and diversity, he truly did not grasp the extent of her hatred. Sure; it made sense for her to find a strange lone wolf traipsing near the borders suspicious, and it made sense for her to be extra wary given her condition. Still, he was as non-threatening as they came and clearly knew their leader — so why the hostility? He grimaced and retreated another step. Okay, he relented soon after. He sounded more disappointed than fearful; on four legs he could easily outrun her if he had to. Well, tell him I stopped by if you want. He guessed she didn't. It was irrelevant.


And Anselm says 'Hi' to Gabe, Kaena, and Valkyrie, too, he tacked on quickly, quietly. He hadn't seen the Aquila or his first cousin since the trip to Freetown — naturally, he hadn't shared any news regarding the family, either. Maybe another day. Did this irate woman even know his grandfather? The Poer part of his surname certainly hadn't phased her. Whatever. It looked like nothing but more work in Halifax awaited him for now, but at least he'd gotten out for a walk. The hybrid sighed and began to turn slowly, still hunched submissively but pointed in the opposite direction: away from Inferni's borders.

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Disappointed? Good. The woman placed her palms against sweetly curved hips and lifted her chin with an arrogance few others than yours truly could. It was a relief to see that he wouldn’t be persistent in his search for the urine coloured Aquila. Man, just thinking about that bastard totally destroyed her mood. No, Halo and Ezekiel was not about to become sidekicks any time soon. Possibly never, and he wondered what the future had in store of her. She had a strong personality, and had issues respecting her leaders. Inferni wasn’t what it had once been anymore, so what the fuck ever.

But just as he turned to leave, his quiet voice spoke a name she hadn’t heard in a while. ”Anselm?” That relative had been absent for some time now. Halo was so quick to hate those who left Inferni behind, but she had managed to forgive the male at least once. She didn’t know if she’d be able to close her eyes to the truth a second time, but she did genuinely wonder how he was. And Anselm said hi to Gabe, Kaena and Valkyrie, but not her? That caused nasty weight to drop down to the pit of her belly.

He wasn’t allowed to leave just yet. ”Do you know him?” Obviously, but she wanted more information before she kicked him out.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi
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Hrrgughghh. -Fail.-

There it was. The boy heeded her unspoken command to Stay, stopping fluidly and pivoting on his heels. He maintained the guise of obedience and humility, but inside he was grinning. Perhaps dropping the present leader's name wasn't enough, but tossing in three of those past certainly did the trick. Oddly, it was his grandfather's that seemed to influence her most. Grandpa's living further west now with Alacrity, my mom, and my uncle, he reported dutifully, figuring it was best to first give her what she wanted. He's told me a lot about this place, he added solemnly. Gone was the lackadaisical indifference he demonstrated only moments ago; he knew the coyotes took their clan very seriously, and by now he had a better sense of what Halo expected from him. She wouldn't be impressed by a cool attitude, no — she demanded respect and compliance alone. Anyone with a stubborn or bullish personality would probably butt heads with such a domineering female, but Barry could work with just about anything.


Maybe he's mentioned you before, too, er... ma'am? he tried, searching for some sort of connection. Truthfully, dozens of names came up in Anselm's stories, but only a handful did with such frequency or potency that they managed to stick in his thick head. Gabriel and Kaena were obvious, but Barry also remembered the monikers and rough descriptions of his closest relatives, like his aunt Ryan. The rest was something of a blur, but he hoped he might recall some key detail given her name; perhaps his memory could be sparked into action, even if it wasn't good enough to pull out much on its own.

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I fail mooore -so embarassed-

Warmly painted ears still leaned back with visual discontent, but she couldn’t obtain any information if he wandered away. She recognized the name, Alacrity, but she had never interacted with the woman, and it was only Anselm she want interested in hearing about. Has she met the man in person, her behaviour would have been quite different. The man she had wished to idolize was nothing but a simple traitor like the rest of them. It would have saddened her greatly if she hadn’t already converted the disappointment into rage. It was no secret that she preferred dealing with fire rather than salted water.

Maybe he had mentioned her, maybe not, but apparently she hadn’t mattered enough, for she hadn’t been named. ”Do you know why he left?” the warrior’s whipping voice demanded, muzzle threatening to wrinkle with a muted snarl as her mind dived into the pool of negativity. And the pool was deep and dark. Fist settled above a curved hip, though if the right man had stood before her, she would have preferred to land it in his face. Her dark tail danced behind her feminine form, though it was not lively due to happiness.

And it was obvious that his seed gave birth to wolves and not coyotes. Ugh. Halo was racist as always, of course.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi
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@_@

She seemed unable or unwilling to flip the switch from 'interrogative' to 'conversational' mode, and he was running out of excuses for her inexplicably irate behaviour. It was a shame, he thought numbly — such ugly scowls on such a pretty face. Starved as he was for companionship, this strained interaction was proving too tiresome. Acting calm and submissive, staying congenial in the face of hostility, asserting his connections to the clan, readily divulging whatever secrets she desired ... nothing was helping. And when his best wasn't good enough, he gave up. Suddenly the humdrum of the garage seemed less unbearable.


To protect her, he replied simply. He gave up a lot for her, he added lowly, not particularly expecting her to hear him, care, or understand. Barry hardly understood it himself. Alacrity neither asked nor expected his grandsire to abandon Inferni or his bipedal form. The bronze hybrid didn't know why they couldn't conceive or why his mate would never experience the world as the Luperci did: upright with her head far off the ground; with paws capable of grasping, writing, and tooling. Frankly, he didn't care. He loved her. And he knew Inferni was no place for a gentle soul bound in a body that could not rise to defend itself.


I should go, he conceded quietly. His ears were flat as he retreated backwards another step, finally giving her what she'd likely desired all along. It felt strange not offering to write Anselm on her behalf or to formally bid adieu, but when he tried, he found no words would pass his thinly pressed lips. He could only grimace in farewell. For what it was worth, he wished her all the best — her Spirit clearly needed it.

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sswm 268

A snort was granted at his response, for it was not good enough. Who the fuck was this she he spoke of. A low mumble followed quickly after, though coppery ears noticed this too late to be able to catch his exact words. Perhaps it was too much to expect the wolf to answer a simple question satisfactorily. Or perhaps he tried to make himself mysterious? She didn’t fucking care what his reasons were, as long as she was left wondering. If he couldn’t give her a straight answer, then he shouldn’t have given her anything at all. The slight boil of the red in the female warrior’s eyes reached higher temperatures, but he didn’t care to elaborate. Her fingers had turned both hands into tight fists, though his behaviour didn’t really grant her good enough reason to smash his face in.

His next, audible words announced his desire to retreat, and his body was quick to reel away from hers once his voice had carried over to attentive, oversized ears. Lips withdrew in a grimace so ugly it shouldn’t have been possible to be carried by such a pretty face. But the Triarii was skilled at destroying her beauty, and did so without second thoughts. ”Perhaps you should,” her growl sounded, for she was angry at his sudden escape. Rising a fist towards his exiting form, she unwrapped the middle finger in a shining display of wordless disrespect. He probably didn’t see it, for he was already on his way away. Bastard.

Your faith walks on broken glass

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