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The warrior’s slender muzzle wrinkled as she grimly grimaced at the sharp pain stalking along the muscle in her calf. Pain was an old, dear friend visiting, and whose visits were brief, and rarely offered lasting discomfort. Halo found it rather delicious in her own way, for she adored the feeling of forcing her body through heavy physical effort. Winter would keep dawn away for a few hours more, but that didn’t keep her from spending the early hours to make sure she kept in perfect shape.
The Lykoi woman had taken a seat on the porch, crossing one leg over the other as she carefully massaged the aching muscle. Her body felt slightly worn, but it was well used to this and the energy would return to her soon enough. The soft hide of a long dead wolf’s prepared fur had been temporarily wrapped about her lithe form to ensure the cold wouldn’t set in as her body cooled from the recent workout. A low sigh whistled between dark lips, but there was a distant smile set on exotic features. It felt good to be back.
Oversized audits remained forever wary of surrounding sounds, especially from second floor of the building behind her, for the children were early birds like herself.
The quiet time before the rising sun was Columbine's favorite. He blended like a shadow, a thing of nightmares; the ashen male was meant to survive away from the traitorous light of the sun. It was rare to see him during the day; Columbine preferred to skulk in his room, isolated from most of the clan and resurfacing after the sun set. This meant he hadn't met much of anyone, nor interacted with Helotes and Jacinto. He checked daily, of course, to see if Ilusion had finally made an appearance, but all his hopes were for naught. Soon, he would be forced to harass Helotes into venturing out of Inferni to look for her. Columbine could not keep worrying about his sister - it was detrimental to his progress in the Clan.
He'd spent much of the night at the borders, as per usual. After several weeks of this, Columbine had come to the conclusion that absolutely nothing exciting happened anymore. Some nights, the Lykoi man resorted to practicing his footwork under the silvery moonlight; he was a proficient fighter, but he had no actual training. It was hard for him to accept that he might need help, and there was a distinct possibility he never would, and instead attempt self education. Whether or not this was the smartest decision remained to be seen; Columbine had yet to test his abilities against anyone with any talent.
Columbine knew the sun would come soon, even if there were several hours left. Still, he was exhausted; the sun set earlier and rose later in the winter, extending his nights to almost unmanageable lengths. The man liked his sleep, after all, and as he strolled rather leisurely back to the Mansion and his comfortable room, he yawned hugely, tongue lolling out of his mouth and red eyes squinting shut. He would sleep comfortably today, and his nocturnal schedule would continue rather unchecked.
As he approached the mansion, he noticed a figure on the porch, and this shocked him. Columbine couldn't remember coming across another creature awake at this hour. Umber eyes narrowed in slight suspicion as he approached, but he did not take a defensive stance - he recognized the woman from the pack meeting several days before. She appeared to be wrapped in the pelt of a canine, and he repressed his initial shock. Coming from a clan that chose to decorate its borders with the skulls of wolves, Columbine wasn't shocked there were some who would choose to cloak themselves in their pelt. "Hello", he said, deep voice slightly softer than normal in uncharacteristic respect for the sleeping coyotes within. "What did you do to your leg?"
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The intruding form of a supposed clan-mate attracted her focus as he materialized out of the shadows; barely visible as anything but a weakly outlined form of darkness. All senses spiralled in on him now – it was uncommon to see others out and about at this hour. She couldn’t guess which world he clung to though; if he walked with the shadow of night or stalked the daylight with his shaded hues. What the female knew was that she didn’t know him, though his scent was one that had settled in the mansion. The old human building was reeking with its inhabitants now, and the peace she had enjoyed so the first few months after she first had come to Inferni was nothing but a fond memory. Cursed bastards.
He spoke, and enlargened pupils set in scarlet targeted his face and frame, invisibly appreciating the evidence of battle carved into his flesh. Well, well, well… A hunger flared within her chest, though red eyes narrowed with the disapproval of the way he instantly stuck his nose into something that wasn’t his business. He should know who she was, but she doubted he did. No one seemed to know who Halo Lykoi was and what she was capable of. Ezekiel’s hold on her wasn’t necessarily as secure as he might think.
”That's none of your business, as far as I’m concerned,” she replied as she let go of her aching limb. To the point, and not so sweet. Her appearance was the opposite of the soul inhabiting it, and unfortunately, everyone seemed to learn this. Silas had once guessed there could be something more to her than rot and filth, but he was no longer here. Surely, that more than answered her question, didn’t it?
But now when the male with the intriguing eyes had decided to interact, she was unwilling to let him go immediately. After all, he was family, wasn’t he? Halo was known to love her relatives, occasionally. ”You are Helotes' brother, right?”
The strange female on the porch was indeed lovely, Columbine noted as he paused to appreciate her well toned frame. Though his heart was cold and void of most emotions, the Lykoi man could appreciate the beautiful things in life. Fresh blood spilled across pure white snow, the silence of a clear, black night, the coiled, quivering frame of a lustful woman; Columbine enjoyed the wonder of these things, though he could not profess to love them. But it was all for the best - excessive love was a dangerous thing. It made creatures weak, and susceptible to manipulation. Columbine learned that at all too young an age.
Naturally, of course, the woman proved herself to be as acidic as she was beautiful. If he did not have a sneaking idea that she out ranked him - and that wasn't an unlikely thing, he was still a lowly creature - the male would have snarled and raised his hackles to let her know he did not appreciate her rudeness. Instead, Columbine simply smirked, red eyes matching red. "Pity, one cannot express simple concern for a clansmate," he drawled. Part of him knew he should apologize for whatever insolence she assumed, but his pride stood heavily in the way; in any case, he was not aware of her rank, or her name, though he assumed she was blood.
She mentioned Helotes, and that almost did make him snarl - he was not Helotes' brother, as if a lesser creature. Regardless, he kept his body posture in check to avoid betraying any excess emotion. His low, gravely voice was neutral when he spoke; Columbine was a master of conquering emotions, and he would conquer this one. Helotes is my brother, yes, the Lykoi male spoke. I assume you are related to us, somehow. However, the man did not feel guilty for enjoying her body, though he kept his glances discreet. The relations were surely distant.
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The underling decided to speak back after she had dismissed his shallow concern. She resisted the urge to grant him a hostile answer in the form of her bared lines of flawless, milky white teeth. She wasn’t in a mood to make him her opponent before she had judged him worthless as a character. Helotes had shown great promise despite his ability to control the beast that had wrestled itself free once she had drawn enough lines of weeping red across his frame. Red seemed to be the trigger of so much in this fucked up family of theirs. What would this male’s blood reveal about him and his heritage? Yes. Instead of the grimace she so wished to grant him, Halo settled on a subtle, curved smile, before glancing away from his scarred face to gaze ahead. The ache in her leg remained, but had already become an uncomfortable throb worthy only as background. She’d rather focus on this horror before her. Was he a wild beast as his sibling?
The man confirmed what she already knew, and she lifted her maw just a little, as a silent acknowledgement of his assurance in words. Instead of discovering a name to go with the masculine beast, he bawled about relations. Red eyes narrowed just the slightest, though she didn’t go with the impulse to roll her eyes. What seemed to be rather special about the clan was that the majority usually seemed to be filled up with relatives. Kaena had birthed many children, and she had foolishly thought she had known of most about the Lykoi branches, once. The growth was beyond control, so she had given up getting a clear overview of who was who and just accepted the surname when it was given. ”Somehow,” the exotic woman chimed, moving her glance back to his magnificent form. He hadn’t taken up the warrior rank as his brother, though she did wish to believe that the scars meant that he was suited for the purpose of violence if it was presented to him.
”So, Helotes’ brother,” she continued through a sweetened smile. ”Did you arrive with your brother? I’m afraid I don’t know much about you lot. How many of you are there?” She had seen the siblings at the meeting, but didn’t choose to believe it was the full number. Someone always failed to show up when an alpha called, for various reasons, and it would be nice to get a confirmed number of how many they were. She wished to know them all, and learn if they would choose to disappoint her as well like too many others did. But this man’s brother’s impression had given her foolish hope that there was promise in Kerberos’ children. Gods knew there were enough pathetic wannabe Lykois around, and she found it necessary to filter through those worth wasting time with.
Her smile was mysterious and exotic, making her already striking face even more compelling. Columbine knew there was something inherently wrong about desiring someone who shared similar bloodlines, but he could not help but admire her clearly carefully maintained frame. This was not a woman of weakness, like the Omni creature he'd come across several days earlier. That was not a female worthy of Inferni, and it was the clear distinction between someone of fine breeding and someone so... coarse. Though he might feel nothing but hatred for his bastard of a father, Columbine could appreciate that the blood running through his veins - and probably hers - was something exceptional. Still, she also bore a tell tale Lykoi personality, from what he could tell. Strong, of course, but also darker than what was conventionally acceptable. A normal, common female would have responded with a brief description of the injury, perhaps looking for condolences. And yet this striking female bit back at him, sharp and dangerous, reminding him of where he stood.
It made Columbine's desire to succeed and lead even more potent.
He could feel her eyes on his form, and he felt no shame. Columbine was well muscled, perhaps a shade more so than most of the males in Inferni, and he spent many moons training himself to look so fine. It also gave him an advantage, when in a fight; his natural large size gave him plenty of natural power, and Columbine was not unaware of that fact. It made him confident, when moving in circles that lusted for blood. It allowed him to carry himself with confidence around this woman, whoever she was. His eyes, too, roamed her frame again, enjoying her loveliness. Columbine would not apologize if she made a comment about it; instead, he would point out that she was currently doing exactly the same thing.
When she called him Helotes' brother, of course, all thoughts of her pretty shape fled his mind; the male narrowed his dark red eyes in irritation. Columbine, he stated, correcting her mistake. I am Columbine Lykoi. And, no, I did not arrive with my brother. He left our mother, and our two other siblings, to come find these lands. I came here perhaps a month ago. His words were simply stated, with little embellishment. Columbine often saw no need for making himself more eloquent than was actually necessary. He thought it made him sound ridiculous. Tilting his head a bit, the large male looked at the woman's face. And what is your name? The Lykoi male's words were not cold, but there was no excessive warmth. It was merely curious conversation, polite enough to not sound threatening or disrespectful.
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While the scarlet of her eyes didn’t disguise the appreciation she found for his appearance, she was truly looking for visuals flaws to judge him. She recognized arrogance because they both held their head high despite putting each other off, and his confidence was as difficult to detect as her own, meaning it was plain to see. Appearance and behaviour said much about an individual if keen eyes knew where to look. It didn’t necessarily put her off. Halo adored being shown the respect she deserved—or thought she did—but it wasn’t mandatory for her to chew through the face of a person that carried himself with worth. If the man was splendid, then he was allowed to let the rest of the world know. She couldn’t fault him for that, because she carried herself in a similar manner, even before the Aquila. Some things just couldn’t be changed.
Irritation was revealed in narrowed eyes of a darker red than hers. In response, she allowed her smile to increase, and the expression in her eyes adjusted to suit the smile, in a manner that could easily be named seductive. Was this a nerve she had managed to step on? And so soon. She didn’t wish to get on his bad side so soon, but perhaps that was the direction of which she was heading. If so, perhaps she should thread more warily. He didn’t answer her question successfully, but she could ask Helotes the next time they sparred. Or perhaps he had, though the woman wasn’t aware that their mother too had followed in her children’s footprints. At least she had learned his name. In return, he could of course get hers. How rude of her not to have introduced herself sooner.
Palms sought together in her lap. ”I’m Halo Lykoi, the Triarii of the Clan.” It wasn’t necessary for her to include her rank, but she wanted him to know that he could come to her if he wished. There were few things she liked more than to work with individuals worthy of her time. Clearly, she adored the way he held himself. The confidence to dare to reveal his irritation so quickly, but the required control to stay within the lines of what was considered.. polite? ”So, do you like it here so far, Columbine?” And again, the devious smile turned sweeter than what was necessary. He didn’t have to like her for her to like him though. Hybrid Holocaust had probably never approved of her, but he had won her respect several times over, just by being the warrior bastard he was. But now, he was gone.
Columbine's stance was, perhaps, overtly casual. The dark man was relaxed, the perfect image of coiled grace, against the porch railing of the mansion. He was careful not to apply too much pressure to the rickety white frame; he could not be sure how stable it truly was, and he was not a light man. The mansion that housed much of Inferni was strange in its grace. Under the strange light of the rising sun, the house looked strange and slightly ethereal, otherworldly in a sense that Columbine could not quite identify. His red hued eyes had scoured the home many times before - it would not due for a man of his heritage to exist in a place that might collapse at any moment. Then again, from the brief moments he'd spent with this woman, he could not imagine she was inclined to stay in a dwelling like that either. It was a factor of their heritage, or so he deluded himself to think - partake in the finer things in life, and carry the Lykoi name with dignity.
There was something sour about this woman, though; something he could not quite put his finger on, and he was not sure he wanted to. Columbine was not eager to dabble in things with greater power than he, and though he would not admit it out loud, this woman was quite...intimidating, especially for a woman. It was not to diminish the power of females, but he'd met too few damsels in distress during his life's tenure. Though he would not call this a particularly friendly conversation - then again, when had he a friendly conversation? - this woman intrigued him. Creatures who could radiate such confidence were appealing; though acid spilled from her tongue, Columbine quickly discovered it suited her strange beauty.
When she introduced herself, the dusky man straightened automatically; she was of higher rank than he, and he would be remiss to antagonize someone who could act as a stepping stone to power. A grin spread across his lips, not quite a smirk but not so uncharacteristic as to approach the realm of gentle. A pleasure, Halo Lykoi, Columbine murmured, dipping his head briefly before returning himself to his now straightened stance.This stance might be slightly less comfortable, but respect and games of politics demanded a different posture. He understood and accepted it. But he could not helped be irritated slightly by her sickly sweet tone; it felt like thick and uncomfortable molasses on his ears. Regardless, his voice would grow charming and low; friendly, even. It was a tone he had not adopted in what seemed like lifetimes. I find myself content here. It is wonderful to be among family, and to have a purpose. Columbine's words were simple. Like a politician, he had absolutely no desire to say something that might sour a perception of him. He was not so stupid as to assume his natural coldness would be readily embraced by coyotes of a similar nature.
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She should have guessed that the dark man wasn’t aware of who she was. He should have been, of course, but sometimes she thought it entertaining when they didn’t. At other times, people just didn’t give a shit. That was caused her blood to boil. She had no issue whatsoever with tolerating the male before her. She had spoken to him with sour tones, and he has parried it instead of taking it like a dog’s master taking an unprovoked kick. Part of her wanted her minions to bite back, for the sake of variation. She loved being on the far top of the hierarchy; loved looking down at the many crawling minions, but that was not all she wished to see. Disrespect and speaking one’s mind was not the same thing, but few seemed to dare once she had flashed her pretty, sharp teeth and bitten them with her venomous tongue.
No, no, no.. The beast had been doing so well up until now. Eyes dressed with the lovely shades of freshly drawn blood focused sharply on his straightening form as he learned who she was. Was he to become another puppet, intent on either kissing her feet or fleeing from her sight? He had offered her a wonderful first impression, even if she hadn’t shown him this. Her pretty fur lifted just slightly, a silent sign of disapproval, though she didn’t expect him to understand why. Her frame adjusted quickly enough after this, turning back to its calm. The soft curve of her smile was ensured on her thin lips.
The words he spoke next made her wish to remove it though. Well, it was good for him that he liked it there. It was the reason why she too had made her way to the clan’s infamous borders, many years ago. She had sought blood of her blood, and though she came from a wolf mother and a hybrid father who both had vast connections and older siblings roaming these lands, Halo had made her choice and stuck with it. Why, she had even put a gun against her sister’s head and pulled the trigger. Mmmm, it was one of few memories she had from her guns. Once she had owned two, then one, but then that one too had broken, and she had never been successful in her pursuit for new parts. It was a shame, because she had been an accomplished shooter.
But that disappointment lay in the past and she had moved her focus onto other things. The sword was her faithful companion now, and it granted her a wicked feeling of satisfaction to know that somewhere else, her son was carrying its twin. But the advantage of a ranged weapon was one she missed, desperately, though she had yet to come up with the obvious solution. It was Ezekiel de le Poer that was the most accomplished archer in the clan—that she was aware of, at least—and he just rubbed her the entirely wrong way, always. The two were both warriors. The male had been Hydra of Inferni before he had been made King and Aquila of the savage clan. It would have made sense for them to come together and share their skills for the good of their group, but they didn’t. She couldn’t.
Her defeat had left their relationship destroyed, and she resisted every positive aspect of a possible future friendship. It was over and done between the two. It was a small wonder that the woman continued to hold the rank of top warrior, but perhaps this was because the blonde leader believed in keeping his enemies closest. She knew she was likely the most dangerous fighter in the clan. Her dedication to her tier couldn’t be questioned, as she committed several hours to her training every single day. She’d become a rapid dog if her job too was taken away from her. She didn’t mourn the loss of her position of leadership. Ezekiel was a man that didn’t seem to need (or want) support from another leader. Her opinions had fought his, and as the now only leader of the clan, it felt almost like he made his decisions to anger her. The easy promotions given to returning individuals that had let the clan down in the past.
”Purpose?” the woman echoed, though her tone was moist with sourness. Her negativity wasn’t supposed to be directed at him, but he was the closest creature here, and this introduced a subject that held the uttermost importance to her. Family was supposed to be everything, but she didn’t see the same thought in others. Too often has she seen family members break out of the ranks when the clan needed them the most. What was absolutely outrageous was that it wasn’t uncommon for the same bloody individuals to return at a later stage and expect to be greeted like family, as if their name and blood could excuse them from every treacherous deed. Zana’s presence infuriated her because she thought she was worth a damn shit after what she had done. The thought brought dark clouds to loom above her head.
”Does family give you purpose?” Columbine hadn’t committed a deed that required her to hate him, and hopefully he wouldn’t. Perhaps he would stay when others did not. There was no doubt in her mind that Zana would disappear (again) with time. But the new Lykoi siblings that had arrived showed such promise, and she willed them to be stronger in their faith than her own siblings and cousins had proved. There were many hybrids carrying the Lykoi surname, but so precious few were actually worthy to carry on that name. Once the name alone had spoken to her and made her star eyed, but now she knew better. They all had the ability to be great and horrible, but every garden had their share of weed, and Halo thought it best to just rip it up with roots intact, and forever banish it.
She let the anger refrain from entering the bright scarlet of her eyes, but he was certain to detect the bitterness that embraced her quiet tones as she asked him the question. Family was important and should give purpose, but she would never lift a finger for Zana unless she was forced to.
The dark man had a sense he displeased this Halo, this Triarii, and that displeased him in return.
Not because she would think less of him - while that was inconvenient, it overshadowed the actual problem. A woman of high stature, Columbine made the natural assumption that she respected the essentials of rules and regulations and the order of things, something he himself held quite dear. Had he been in her position, he would demand respect regardless of blood or impressive stature, and the Lykoi man was certain he was an impressive specimen. How could he not be? The sharp contours of his muscles were not hidden in the slowly rising sun; in fact, dawn lent them nice relief and perhaps emphasized them a bit. It could not be denied that he also held himself in an aristocratic and dangerous manner; it was merely a product of his genetics to be as such. To carry the Lykoi name was, in his opinion, to carry a responsibility to Inferni and the family.
There were, of course, those who brought shame to his family. Jacinto, for one, was a horrible example of what a Lykoi should be. Soft and romantic, the lightest brother spent more of his time creating music than honing his physical skills. The youngest was quick, and not entirely inept in a fight, but Columbine had always found his lack of muscles distinctly ugly, and hated him for it. Of course, there were other reasons why he hated his brother - years of resentment being the forerunner, though he was not prone to admitting such a weakness. Halo, he doubted, would be someone who shamed the Lykoi family; regardless, if she could not accept deference where deference was due, the male would be forced to consider her weak and disgusting, as he did most creatures. Something, however, must have brought her to this position; he would continue speaking to her. Such was the nature of the male's slightly twisted mind. He thought himself a high exalted figure, and Halo beneath him in all but rank alone. It was a complicated thing, and one he would not - and could not - readily identify.
Purpose, he mimicked, a slight sneer growing when she asked whether or not family gave him purpose. Family gives me incentive, certainly, but my purpose is drawn from myself alone. I simply meant I enjoy responsibilities and tasks, not the menial journeys of someone who is lacking a clan. As for my reasons... Columbine trailed off for a moment, seeking the right words and finding none, of course. How to define, without showing himself as weak, that his purpose and reason for trying was the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father, as a child? He would not admit this to anyone, especially not this woman before him. She was lovely and exotically beautiful, and the man desired her on a primal, sexual level, but her rank did not intimidate him. Without direct questioning, he was unlikely to reveal any intimate details. For that matter, he was unlikely to talk about himself if directly questioned anyway.
But prolonged silence would not do, and Columbine spoke again, continuing his previous statement. I enjoy my craft, and find Inferni is the correct place to do so. Having other Lykoi descendents is an added bonus, and, as I said, incentive.
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She copied the growing sneer evident on his scarred features, and let it grow still as he spoke. One could draw purpose from many things, and it wasn’t up to her from where he drew his strength. But she had come from somewhere far away, and found that what she had sought and believed so fiercely in was only a beautiful lie. But neither of these two creatures was soft, and he was no youngling like she had been when she had first arrived here. And her faulty impression of her clan and family had been exercised the day she had first laid scarlet eyes upon the long-standing leader of the clan, Gabriel de le Poer. Though, in the end, he had proven to be full of disappointment, just like the rest.
Her pretty teeth remained exposed, though again, it wasn’t he that deserved her wrath. It was intended for others. They were a rich family, the Lykois, but with such an impressive number came another significant number of disappointments—creatures unworthy of the royal blood pumping through their veins. If she had been alone in charge—and thankfully for all, she was not—she would have pulled out the weed with their roots and exile them forever. She wanted Inferni to be strong and powerful, but old fools and unfaithful trash was allowed to drift back into the hierarchy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they had trustworthy creatures in the higher ranks, but even there the vermin had started their infestation.
”Just know that there’s plenty of weed in our beautiful garden,” she sneered, uncaring if he followed her words at this point. None seemed to care about this problem, and she knew she was alone. Perhaps this was the most prominent source of her bitterness; her intentions for Inferni were true, but none had yet to understand this.
