An Olive Rabbit
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Whatever hope there was for accomplishment felt insignificant in the scheme of things. Rather what held merit was that something was being done rather than waiting idly by for change. By nature… no, by upbringing, the Nomad could not simply sit and let the seconds… minutes… hours waste away without a kind of effort showing for it.

And so she put herself to use. Leaving her companion to guard both den and charge, she ventured along the mountain path that connected peace and chaos on a delicate tether. An offering hung from her maw caught only hours before with its body still intact, not desecrated for its tail as a trophy. Her adornments were left behind and mane unwound and wild, resembling the naked form that was worn the first time she and her cherished friend had met. Such nostalgia was a part of her being and was not easily discarded because of conflicting ideals on part of them both. The forged bond between them was too precious to fester with ill will and the she-wolf was too stubborn to let it simply rot away. Mistakes had been made, ill tempers had been flared… but it wouldn’t be the end of them, would it?

The Exultare hoped not.

X’yrin bound down the slope of the mountain landing soundly to the crush of snow underpaw. She tightened her hold on the hare slipping her tongue from between razor teeth to lap the trickle of blood that fell from her lips. No sense in looking too wild, she thought rationally, smirking to herself in humor. After all, they had met on a more extreme circumstance, when the Endless Path was still her own and such things like grooming and bathing were luxuries. Perhaps her friend could look past her kempt state and be reminded of how they were before the complications of pack and rank came into play. Before their morals were brought into question… before any of this happened at all.



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The small woman had been patrolling the borders once more, her mind brooding over the packs from the south she'd just returned from visiting. She had chosen her secui form for the duties today, the closest thing she could come to looking normal within her pack. She still barely looked like a petite coyote, but at least now she was almost the same height as her brethren, when they were not shifted. Her trail along the edge of their lands had taken her almost full circle before she had caught the scent of a stranger. She growled softly to herself, the scent of the northern pack strong in the air and growing stronger as she moved towards the location of the stranger.

It took her a moment to realize that the scent of the stranger was also a scent she knew, a figure she had met once. The small woman was at a line she didn't know how to cross but she put one paw in front of the other until the stranger came into view. Her grey lavender eyes turned, finding the woman she had met once, she watched, noting the prey the woman had caught as she raised a brow. "I hope that was not caught upon our lands.." she said, her nose twitching slightly at the scent of the pack that clung so strongly to X'yrin. She hoped for the lady's sake that she wasn't fair foolish this day.
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Acute ears had become accustomed to the silence to winter though still probed the earth for sound. The soft crunch of ice beneath weight bearing paws, or the distance crack of fragile limbs weighed down with snow till they inevitably shattered and fell to the mounds at the tree’s roots; such sounds were desired if only to appease the notion that in this season of stillness and preservation, life still flourished. The hare in her maw was but proof of the fauna’s continued existence. But such subtle sounds were not enough to appease the craving ears. Rather they hear laughter or the playful growls of contest they had become accustomed to. Something to resurface the reality she knew to be true instead of this surreal existence where she was ends with someone she held dear.

Before there was a sound to call forth her friend, there was a small image growing on the borders. Her ears perked keenly with interest and recollection as the petite form resurfaced a memory from her once clouded thoughts. She knew the small girl from her travels a little longer than a month past and was glad to see another familiar face in these dreadful lands. The Nomad lifted her tail and waved it in casual greeting, showing acknowledgement to this recollection.

They were not friends by any means and hardly acquaintances at that. They were but individuals that practiced the same art they went about it for their own, different means; pack induced or otherwise. None the less, the she-wolf offered the other a smile in greeting, dismissing the suspicious inquiry aimed at her catch. She paused at the borderlines then comfortably seated herself whilst placing the hare on top of her paws. “Oh… I wouldn’t be silly enough to do something like that,” she assured the scout with a soft, tranquil tune to her voice whilst fanning her tail in mild humor. “It was caught on the mountain,” she explained. “as a gift for a friend that lives among you. But I must say, it is nice to see you again. It has been some time since our little demonstration, yes?"


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She would have kept up the formal appearance if it hadn't been for the fact that the other woman seemed to be honest with her. The scent of the rabbit didn't smell like the clan's lands, for that she was rather grateful as she sat back on her haunches and examined the woman before her as she explained just what she was doing at their borders. Her ribbon wrapped tail flicked back and forth as she smiled slightly and asked. "Just who within the clan do you know?" Her voice curious as she eyed the rabbit for a moment before turning back to the conversation at hand.

Her grey lavender eyes explored the form of the woman before her as she finally gave in with a sigh. "It's nice to see you again.. though I'm not certain if it's wise to come to the borders of the clan right now you know..." She turned her gaze back towards where the lady had come from as she thought about what she had said for a moment. She had nothing against the pack, but they did house the blood traitor as it stood right now. Zana's voice was soft as she reminded the woman of what stood between them. "You know your pack houses a traitor to our lands now..." she said. It was not a subject that she wished to discuss, but it was the honest truth.
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The Nomad was oblivious to the inner dealings between the two packs as her time was better spent in chore. She hadn't yet admitted to whom she brought her gift for and was less compliant to do so when hearing this disturbing fact. Her smiled waned slightly and ears fell back with concern. Ichika housed a traitor? It seemed cruel to call another that, but then she did not know who the young female spoke of. But the fact was alarming none the less and warranted her full attention. "A traitor?" She uttered quietly in disbelief. "Have they done something to wrong you? Or was this a title based on association?"

The latter was more important to know than the first given her lessons with this pack's scout. Would Vesper be looked upon as a traitor for interacting with her, she wondered. For a pack that acted blindly with hostility it didn't feel unlikely that this would be the case. Last she wanted was to make trouble for the girl when she had only just found herself a home. Further the she-wolf's ears fell til they laid against her skull with face dampened with sadness. Perhaps coming wasn't the best idea despite her good intentions.

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Table & Coding © Raze; Eek! I never got the PM for this and only happened to see it when I checked for new posts when I got up; 504 words


Symera was often out and about. She hadn't a specialized rank just yet and while it was a concern for her she didn't let it weigh too heavily on her mind. Instead she stuck to her own routine of things. She would have her lessons between Halo or Kaena and she would go out and hunt. While she was hunting she was thrilled if there was a wolf that she could bag or even some dead animal to bring back for her adopted siblings to play with. And there was the co-rank that she would end up working towards. She enjoyed caring for Halo's rats and she liked Myrika's horse, after she had gotten used to it, so she figured that she could learn how to care for the other animals in Inferni as well. So she had thinks to keep herself occupied with even if she didn't have an official rank yet.

The girl remained in her optime form as had become standard for her since she was able to shift. It gave her a small semblance of height thought she still remained lacking when compared to most. But then again she was full coyote while Inferni seemed to be entirely hybrids. It really was a let down but one that Symera had come to terms with. It made her desire to just add more coyote blood to the clan and try to make it whole once again. After all it was marked a place for coyotes, not a place for hybrids.

The girl was approaching upon the borders when she caught two figures there as well as words being exchanged. It was the words of the one from Inferni that made her realize what was going on. So this nasty beast was of the place that one of their own had fled to. And she knew her? Said it was nice to see her? Was she about to run off to join them as well? A growl bubbled forth from her throat.

"Stinky!" Symera accused the visitor with a pointed finger. "It does not belong here. It must die!" Her lip curled up with her conviction. It didn't matter if trespassing happened or not. There was a wolf at their borders and to her that equaled death for the one wafting its nasty scent about. Symera growled and lunged at the wolf, passion and conviction driving her to do so. She hadn't paused to think that she would be easily outweighed or any of that. The only thing on her mind was to kill the stinky. Even Enkiel's warning of calling for help when she came across one larger than herself had slipped her mind. All she wanted was to sink claws and fangs into the other's throat and rip its head from its body. She was determined to get another trophy to place upon their borders. She would bring back another body for Halo and Kaena to enjoy. At least that is how it worked out in the small girl's mind.

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The Inferni member had been paying attention to the woman at the border, not to the lands at her back. She had not heard the younger creature approaching as she spoke with X'yrin. Zana let her eyes flicker back to watch the expression change on the pack members face at the information that Zana held. She shifted her weight to the left side, off her previously injured right haunch as she spoke. "She was one of our leaders and like all she pledged her life and loyalty to the clan. She refused to follow our laws and fled to an easier life." Zana didn't care if she offended the woman, in her eyes the life of any pack was far easier than that of the clan and she stood by that belief.

Zana didn't fault the woman for belonging to a pack that their subleader fled to, nor did she outright hate the packs. She disliked them, but it was her duty to associate with them to some degree and a civil tongue and civil presentation were often the easiest things to come by. She had been about to speak of this with X'yrin when she was interrupted by the screeching voice of another. The small hybrid whipped her head around quickly just in time to catch the movement of the other younger woman.

She snarled in annoyance at the impatience of her lower ranked clan mate and threw herself between the two of them. X'yrin was her guest at the moment and had every right to be there as the scout was questioning her and addressing her own pack's issue with the clan at the moment. Her grey lavender orbs darkened dangerously as she raised herself to her full secui height, her heckles raised as she challenged her lower ranked clan member to try and attack. She was doing her job and this youth was pushing her luck with intruding.
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She felt not the unwelcomed air of the child watching the interaction of the stranger and her own packmate. Since the golden female’s mind was lost to her own musings she paid little attention to anything outside this small line of conversation. Even the gentle gusts of winter’s wind went unnoticed by the woman as it combed through her mane and tossed the lighter strands carelessly about.

The thought of harboring a traitor was uncomfortable to even fathom and she waited with bated breath to hear what harm had been done to this pack by one of their ranks. But as the truth was told, X’yrin felt herself relax a bit yet her muzzle that no longer wore the face of shame was delicately tipped and contorted with confusion. So she had left of her own volition and now her brethren were upset with her? Ever the curious one, she tried to make herself understand, perhaps place herself in the paws of this knit family. She needn’t inquire who the individual was having used the power of deduction to arrive at the answer herself. There had been only one she had met that still had the scent of another pack upon her and a resemblance in mixing to the hybrid before her. The woman had seemed will enough, not shouldering the guilt of one that brought harm to another. In fact she had been pleasant and sure of herself; homely within Ichika’s accepting arms. Obviously she did not know the inner workings of this pack well enough to see how leaving was looked upon as a traitorous act. As one that had left her own community, it seemed a natural move.

Still, X’yrin tried to understand and lifted a paw in offering for further explanation. “Is it not part of this pack to wish other’s well on their independent journeys? Are all that leave your sanctuary looked upon as traitors?” Her nose twitched questioningly. “Perhaps she left without word to-“ Her breath was stolen away in gasp as a rather small, rather feisty body came lunging for her seemingly from nowhere. The she-wolf reared back defensively, the skull of the hare snapping between her powerful jaws as she clenched down in reflex. Blood and matter marred her fangs and flowed freely as she jaws parted to release the mangled creature. Before she could make sense of it all, Zana had leapt before her to keep the enraged child at a distance. The Exultare couldn’t have been more confused by this uncalled for show of rage.

Heavy paws slammed to the ground in descent whilst muscled form trembled with the surge of adrenaline coursing through every muscle and extremity. She could not think to say anything still in a state of shock. Were these who Vesper chose to stake her alliance with? A band of assailants that even had their young craving violence? To want her dead? “My friend… is she yours?” The Nomad asked cautiously, unable to take her eyes off the wide form. She prayed to whatever ancestor would listen that this child was a wild stray and not in the company of this pack.


ooc: 526 words. :/ I'm sorry about that. I made a post about it in the Run-Ins thread asking if it would just be one thread with the two of them in it. I had the post up and assumed whomever answered first would be in this thread and I'd have to make another since I didn't see a reply. I'll be more clear next time Sad Hadn't meant to leave you hanging.

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Table & Coding © Raze; 308 words


Symera growled as her way was barred. Who the hell did she think she was? Why was she protecting the outsider? The older woman had turned her back on the clan that she called home in Symera's mind. Wolves were the enemy and here she was glad to see one and even trying to keep it safe. It made no sense at all to her. Why protect the enemy? They had just got done talking about traitors at the meeting and here this other female was acting in the same manner.

"Move. It must die." The words were growled out lowly at the one which stood in her way. While it was her impulse to kill the wolf she knew better than to harm another clan member. Not that Zana was acting like much of one at the current moment. After all she was displaying aggression towards a fellow clan member rather than an outsider.

"Stinky must die. Stinky comes here then stinky dies." Symera stuck to her conviction and made to move around Zana. As long as the wolf remained hanging around the borders of Inferni then Symera would be forced to keep on trying to get at it. She wouldn't be satisfied with just letting X'yrin hang out. It simply wasn't in her nature to do so. No doubt this one track sort of mind would end up leading her into trouble eventually. Or perhaps even now as she had a clan member willing to turn against her rather than to stand by her side. And if that was the case then it would show that the older woman had no real loyalty to those that she housed herself with because it was never good to see a wolf. No, if Zana wishes to fraternize with the enemy then she can be considered one as well.

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She was losing her temper as the tables seemed to turn. What had started as a seemingly peaceful if not tense exchange of information a respected distance from the borders was not a three ring circus. She growled low as she failed to answer X'yrin's questions on Sage, but as the youth advanced and she heard the soft words from the outsider's maw Zana spat out a swift reply in disgust. "No. Mine would have better respect." She said, keeping her form between the stranger and Symera as she refused to stand down to the youth.

Her heckles rose as she growled a warning again at the young. "No. I will not move. " Her stormy grey lavender eyes glared at the youth that she now viewed as a child for all purposes. The way she spoke, the lack of respect for her clan mates, the ignorance of not realizing that Zana was performing her duties here, all this spoke volumes to the woman. She didn't care who or what was protecting the youth, she was nothing more than a brat.

When the young member of the clan tried to move around her Zana leaped before her once more, her fangs bared as she took a step backwards, hoping that X'yrin would do the same to allow her space to keep her clan mate at a distance. Her eyes flashed warning as she spoke. "Run off and find something else to bother child. Leave me to my duties while you work on obtaining your own." Zana knew that rank wasn't often pulled in the clan but she didn't care. She was tired of having everyone test her, tease her. She was tired of fighting for everything just to prove she deserved to live. She'd earned her place in the pack, she was loyal to their leader as was asked of her, and she would defend their borders when needed, and perform her duties otherwise.

This here to her qualified under otherwise.
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Disgust like this was new to her and unnerving to say the least. The child had not frightened her, more her blind rage than anything. A mind overtaken by an emotion of that magnitude was not to be trifled with light… though the Nomad was quite certain she was capable of holding her own. Hopefully this development would not call forth those actions and for the sake of the wild child, she hoped she would find sense and not disobey her clansman. Young one or not, she was still a part of a pack… and all packs kept an order of some kind of its members.

Again the child demanded her death for reasons the she-wolf could begin to fathom. She could only assume a deep resentment, or perhaps she had heard of the scuffle involving one of her kin and assumed she had come for revenge. As Zana stepped back to keep the girl at bay, X’yrin did the same though with more generous steps. Eventually her form relieved itself of the bulking mass and became more elongated as she pulled herself to stand on lengthened stalks. She was not keen on displaying her form in a show of intimidation, however she was well aware of the daunting message it often conveyed. The offered rabbit laid forgotten at her feet as her attention was better focused on the raging child seeking her demise.

To this, her brows furrowed and muzzle contorted with a frown. “And why must ‘it’ die?” she asked, temporarily adopting the child’s derogative title for her. “’Stinky’ hasn’t done anything to you. ‘It’ doesn’t even know you… and yet you wish to kill ‘it’.” An auburn cascade slipped down her shoulder as the woman tilted her head in thought with intrigued eyes still trained on the enraged whelp. “Perhaps you are afraid… is that it?” her words drawled on with thought. “Are you afraid, young one?”


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Table & Coding © Raze; 369 words


"You aren't keeping up with your duties. Stinky is trespassing on the border. Do your job and kill it!" It was her absolute belief that wolves weren't allowed anywhere near the borders of Inferni. If they were stupid enough to approach then they were destined to die. To the young girl that would be doing one's duty. Not telling the wolf that you were glad to see them. One should never be glad to see a wolf. Symera glared at Zana as the other refused to let her do what had to be done. "Your duty is not to protect outsiders but to protect the clan. You are a traitor and turning your back on the clan. You deserve no rank at all if you think your duty is to save the enemy." And there Symera had laid it all out on the line. She didn't care about the other trying to pull rank because her rank meant nothing at all to Symera if she thought trying to keep a wolf safe was what her rank called for.

"Not afraid of stupid stinky. Stinky come here so stinky must die. This is no place for stinkies. No stinky deserves to live ever." Symera felt no fear at all. What was there to be afraid of? Death? That was silly since everyone would die one day. A life filled with fear wasn't a life at all. So no, the only thing holding her back was an irritating clan member. Symera wouldn't hurt someone that was part of the clan despite how much it annoyed her to not be able to do anything. Now if only Zana would see reason and turn her aggression against the appropriate party.

"Leave stinky, take the traitor with you since it is so good to see it." If Zana thought it was her duty to protect the wolf then she should escort it back to where it belonged rather than hosting a tea party right at the borders of Inferni. Any wolf lingering at the borders of Inferni should be the skulls that were staked upon their borders and nothing more than that. There was never a reason for a wolf to come to Inferni.

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If she had been in ger Luperci form she would have slapped the young bitch right across her smart little muzzle. Instead she snarled, her ears pinned back flat as she glared at the foolish child before her. Her voice was like acid as she spoke. "If you knew just what my duties were then you would know I am doing them well pup." Her fangs glittered as she firmly kept herself between Symera and X'yrin as she spoke. She knew what the child was capable of and with such a master as Halo she knew that it was only likely to grow worse as she grew older.

The tiny woman was frank with the foolish clan member as she raised her head high. "MY duty is to the clan.. but my loyalties lay with Ezekiel. If you have a problem with how I tend to my duties under his reign go whine in his ear.." She was sure that Ezekiel would care little of the petty fight on the border between the two different members. Half the clan was at eachothers throats half the time and the other half was trying to find ways to keep their own hides safe. She wasn't certain which side she was on anymore, but it damn sure wasn't alongside Symera and her obsession with killing of wolves.

She growled, tired of hearing the girl whine about her stinkies. The Lykoi woman finally spat out the pure and simple truth of the clan. "Your clan is filled with halfbloods. Kaena, Ezekiel, Halo, Helotes.. and every creature in these lands that claims the name Lykoi is part Stinky as you so lovingly put it. Does that make them traitors as well.. for being part stinky.." She showed her fangs once more as she snarled. "Believe it or not, but deal with it..." She turned her head to glance at X'yrin as she sighed. She was not cut out to deal with the closed minded when they came in the forms of the youthful.

She took a step towards X'yrin as she shook her head. "Let's find some space that isn't preocuppied with hot air.." She let her eyes scan over Symera as she shook her head. "You have no idea what a traitor really is child.. just wait til you find out." She moved to stand beside X'yrin, hoping that they could continue their conversation elsewhere since this foolishness was not going to just run along.
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The golden female remained silent and still, watching this misunderstanding progress into a violent affair with startling expediency. What reason the young female had to dislike-rather hate her, was beyond the understanding of one who had not harbored such resentment for any creature, living or otherwise. Even her brother whom she knew despised her and did all he could to damn her had not received so much of her rage as she now received from this girl. The woman grew more unnerved the longer she remained in the child’s presence and witnessed her blatant disregard for rank and their pack conduct. More rogue than subordinate, a creature driven by absolute hate.

And Vesper lived among this?

Discouraging, to say the least. Had it not been for Zana’s cool and level head, had she suffered from the same closed mindedness as this child, no doubt not even a civil word would have gotten through before they were pitted into a scrap or worse. Thankfully no such consequence had occurred. All too willingly did she accept the petite female’s offer, conveying her agreement with a curt nod before casting her gaze again to the raging young one. She could think of now parting word that might soothe her, under the firm belief that any word would have sounded like a challenge when the intention might have been anything but. Treading around this girl was like walking atop a partially frozen river; it took only one ill placed step before the delicate ice gave way then a struggle for her life would ensue. No, she was quite fine in leaving without an utterance to her.

“Of course,” yet there was no cause for her to keep silent to her more disciplined host. Dipping down, the Nomad reclaimed her offered hare now cold and wet from exposure to the snow. She couldn’t very well give this as an offering to her friend, and felt the creeping pang of disappointment. She’d have to find something else, it looked like… But getting away from hostility felt like a more pressing matter to attend to than another hunt. “My Lady, do please lead the way,” the woman extended her paw in polite gesture, spanning from chest then outward from whence she came, signing in her own familiar wordless speak for the lady to take lead and whisk them to some haven that would be undisturbed. Unfortunately the wolf did not know these treacherous lands well enough to find a place to carry on their conversation, and last she wanted was another hostile encounter such as this. Or worse; to have truly done something to brand her gracious host as a traitor.

ooc: 446 words. We could either end it with them walking off, or continue if you'd like. Smile It depends if you both have the muse to continue. I'm fine with either decision.

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