White Noise

Halo Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 06:49 AM

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Eyes of ravishing scarlet hues turned upwards to the depressed weather above her auburn painted figure. Large audits revealing her prominent coyote blood swivelled and learned against soft, though damp hair that framed in her narrow, exotic face. Dark lips were broken by a modest, unconscious frown of disapproval as she continued to step along the invisible line of Inferni’s claim. Every now and then, her path was forced to draw a petite half circle around a stick with a mounted head on top, but she was so accustomed to the grinning faces by the clan’s borders that she scarcely noticed. If she was to guess which one was her half sibling, she was likely to have failed miserably. Once skin and flesh had been eaten clean from the skull, and once eyes had been pecked out of their sockets, they became the faceless guardians that the clan seemed to be so famous for. Softer souls often shied away once their eyes caught the terrible frozen grins only skulls could successfully offer.

Pale fingers, interlaced with the soft shades of warm, whipped cream, brushed over her branded mark of Chaos, as if in an unconscious attempt to protect it from the moisture falling from the dark skies. The soft cloth she so often wore wrapped around her lovely curved hips stuck to her long legs now, adding another element of dissatisfaction. A distant memory would always emerge from the depths whenever it rained. Her ivory wolf-mother had always adored the sweet white noise provided by the gentle rain. It was slightly painful to linger on. Everything would have been different if Vitium had not stolen Halo and her young siblings away from Colibri’s warm and safe embrace. He had corrupted his daughter’s soul forever, and first afterwards had the girl true father come to strip her for the leftover pieces of what could have been good in her. All that was left was the pain and the anger; a glorious, twisting inferno corrupting her core. But that was all right, for it was all she knew now.

The weight of the sword, latched to her slender, muscled back kept her comfort absolute despite pacing along the fine line between claimed and unclaimed territory. There had been several occurrences of hostility, it seemed, and it would be unfair not to let her in on the fun, she thought. It was unfortunate that Symera seemed to prefer her wolves dead before she decided to drag them back and serve them to her loved ones as trophies. It was the safest approach, of course, and Halo appreciated this, as she involuntary feared for her adopted child. But, the thought of something a little less dead for her darling rodents in the cellar was an appetizing thought that she willed to be reality. But patience was necessary, and she shouldn’t wish for hostile creatures to wander along the borders. But Halo wasn’t a soul that took well to long-lasting peace, and she was hungry for a little something more. One could always wish. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, and she itched to find a real fight for a change.

A few more fingers lifted to brush away strands of wet hair clinging to her face. She probably didn’t look her best at the moment, but lovely bones and shapes were not easily banished by difficult weather and soaked hairdo. She didn’t care as much as she had back in her younger days, anyway. She had partially abandoned her foolish little games anyway. She preferred a more direct interaction these days, one with her sword in hand. How lovely it would have been to get a taste of crimson before this day was over. But long hours by the borders had offered her nothing but uncharacteristic silence. Birds had migrated to warmer areas and were fewer in number than during the warm months of summer. She had caught glimpses of spooked prey along her path, but the woman did not have to chase after her meal just yet. Previous days had been most successful, and the better part of a deer would feed both her and the children for a few more days, unless someone else would like to test the Triarii’s temperament by taking what was hers.

As the woman reached the south-western edge of their borders, she let her finely curved form find stillness for a prolonged moment. Lovely scarlet eyes observed the cold ocean in its continued movement. The steadfast sound of liquid waves against solid rocks could be comforting background noise to the airs, but what Halo adored most about the wild, salty waters was the smell. The smell of salt, weeds of the water, and wet sand. Perhaps she should allow her feet to carry her down to the beach, one day. But for now, she would resist the thought. Perhaps, once Oblivion and Amnesty were judged old enough, the family could wander to the sandier beaches one day, if the weather allowed it. It pained her to know that she was a protective mother. Halo knew full well that children learned though experience and error, but she always found herself hesitant to lead the children into possible danger. She could too easily imagine a child be swept away by a cruel wave, or ripped apart by a cruel mouth.

But it was much better if she was with them than to let them find dangerous things alone. They wouldn’t need to fear if she was nearby. In their minds, as well as her own, she seemed to be an immortal creature. She wasn’t, and this had been proven to her, but the thought was delicious to wallow in, and as long as she lived, Halo would probably always think of herself as something more than another pawn amongst kings. She had the royal blood of two blood-lines, and though Haku’s rein had been terrible, it revealed dark promise from the dirty wolf blood she carried as well. She couldn’t be all bad, for the children she had birthed were perfect.

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Halo Lykoi

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Helotes Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 02:21 PM

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Sleep had not been restful that night. Where calm dreams or mere blackness should have been instead there was the roiling of nightmares. The visages that played over and over again in his mind caused him great pain, and though in the dream Helotes would try to shout, try to flee, it was not possible. He was forced to watch his sister get ripped to pieces in front of him by his father. Sometimes it wasn’t Ilusion but his mother he was seeing being murdered, and sometimes it was not his father but his brother Columbine doing the killed. The blood of his loved ones stained the dark ground upon which Helotes stood, rooted to the spot unable to do a thing. Then lastly, like a proverbial knife to the heart, the killer was replaced by himself, and the victim Zana. Seeing his jaws crush her tiny skull, tear off her limbs, and ravage her body Helotes wished to vomit, but like a statue just stood and watched. And then, he was coming for himself!

Helotes had woken with a start then, in a cold sweat, his fur damp from it. He sat straight up on his cot panting with the sickening imagery of the dream still burning in his mind’s eye. It took him several moments to calm himself, and he then went to make himself some tea, but finding his stash empty he decided it may be best just to walk the nightmares off. Unfortunately for him, it was drizzling outside, as it had more often than not this winter. He considered maybe taking Yegua out for a ride, but decided against it; she did not much like the rain.

All was quiet at the mansion, most of its residents most likely out doing their respective jobs and errands, though Helotes did stop by Kaena’s room, she turned up to look at him as he entered, "Helotes. What do you want?" She asked in a craggy voice that made clear that she had recently awoken herself. Helotes stared at his grandmother for a moment before walking over to her and nuzzling her softly on the head, Nothing, grandma. and then he turned and left, leaving a perplexed Kaena behind; he did not often show her such affection.

Helotes then exited the mansion and quickly made his way towards the borders made up by the shore. He had been patrolling here more often than necessary, only due to the fact that it was the last place he had seen Zana. That encounter had been strange, and unnerving, having met Zana’s sister Firefly, a bitch with quite a mouth. Helotes wanted so badly to wipe that smile off her face, and was slightly hoping that the wolf would return so he could do so. But sadly, the borders had been quiet, for the most part.

As he rounded a rocky bed however, a feminine figure did come into his view. His wet hackles rose for a moment, muscles clenched, before he recognized it to be Halo, his training master. Helotes hesitated, she seemed to be deep in thought and he was still trying to figure her out; she was so easy to anger, and hid her pleasure well when it happened. He wished he could know more about her, but after his conversation with Enkiel about her he doubted he would ever get past that exquisite shell of hers. The Lykoi male watched his sensual cousin for a moment, drinking in the site of her curves, the way her hair and skirt clung to her body. Helotes got goose-bumps, but found the courage and moved forward.

There was no need to call out to her, she would notice him immediately, her senses were keen. She had been training him hard, and it had been working; Helotes felt stronger than ever. He wondered if she would mention his having partially saved Symera a week or so ago from the attack of the brute wolf; he had killed that monster then, the first time he had killed in a long time, and Helotes relished it. The dark Lykoi male stopped by her side, bowing slightly to her but saying nothing, his attention suddenly attracted to the rhythmic beating of the gray waves.

Halo Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 02:46 PM

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She wasn’t allowed to bash in her moment of solitude for long, but found that she wasn’t terribly aggravated once she realized who the approaching canine was. Fluffy copper audits turned at the sound of approach and she made a silent guess before she turned her face half around to glance at the incoming Hydra with one, blood-red eye. She turned away again just as fast, and the larger man drew up on her side, apparently not intent on granting her a peace of mind. But, that was all right. She didn’t know peace the way others might, and sought distraction rather than dealing with the chaotic thoughts that always insisted on colliding within her noisy brain. She inhaled through narrow nostrils, taking in Helotes’ scent, one that had become familiar to her over the last weeks. He had left her no regrets for taking him on as her student. With the exception for the first sparring session, he seemed controlled and eager to learn, and she adored that in a student.

After a short moment, after watching his slight bow in greeting, she offered him a small smile, adding a touch of warmth to her finely sculpted face. She decided it was a pleasant surprise to have him approach her willingly outside of training hours. Perhaps she hadn’t scared him off entirely as an individual then. Perhaps. She knew she wasn’t exactly approachable in general, and there was more than one member that made an effort to avoid her. Strange that all the fuckers insisted on living in the mansion then, where there was the daily risk of ending up face to face with the infamous Triarii bitch. Oh well, it was their choice to settle down in the old house, not hers. If she had it her way, she’d be living there alone with the children and her pets, along with Cotl and perhaps even this guy. But Halo and Helotes didn’t know each other at all, really. They just got along as far as training went. As an individual, she knew nothing about him.

She couldn’t be bothered picking up the stance she used when they trained together, and remained in her relaxed pose. But her face had turned away from the sea and its salted song to peer at her masculine company. ”What are you doing here?” she asked, though was careful to not let it sound accusatory. There was nothing wrong with taking a stroll along the borders—obviously they were of a similar mind-set today. She made sure to let her honeyed smile linger upon dark lips, to underline her good will. Now when he was here she wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t scare him away with the naturally cruel attitude she normally threw around. Sniffing slightly, she wrapped her hands around her soaked frame, as if the cold finally was getting through her wet, plush fur. Her mother was a wolf of arctic blood, but Halo’s own was shorter and finer, and in return offered less isolation against the cold weather, especially in such sour weather conditions.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi

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Helotes Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 03:17 PM

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The frothing waves seemed to soothe his mind, cleaning away the dirt and debris that the nightmares had left. There was something about the ocean that Helotes had not appreciated until he has arrived at Inferni, something about the immensity of it that made one realize that their individual problems were of no consequence, and to the Lykoi male this was like a breath of fresh air. He did not have the ability to leave his worries behind and tended to dwell on them, tended to take upon himself the pains of his loved ones; but the ocean, it swept it all away, if for but a brief moment.

The small turn of the head and smile that Halo afforded him was not lost on the male and he could not stop himself from returning the expression. Halo rarely smiled genuinely, but when she did he could see in her the woman that she might have become, if it hadn’t been for whatever in her past had turned her so cold and dark. But, then again, there was something about her venomous nature that attracted him; Helotes always had a thing for mean girls.

She asked him what he was doing here, and he could hear the restraint in her voice. He looked over to her, dark umber eyes scanning her face, lingering on her smiling lips; was she trying to have a normal conversation with him? Helotes was shocked, and the shock caused a million flapping wings to erupt in his belly. He would have to be cautious now, Halo was like a deer, easily frightened off, easily closed away in these situations. But here was Helotes’ long awaited chance, perhaps there was a relationship here that went beyond master and apprentice.

Helotes took a short breath and looked back at the sea, Patrolling. A wolf female came on the beach several weeks ago and her presence was… difficult. I wish to make sure she does not return. His eyes darkened at this; if Firefly Sadira ever was foolish enough to set foot on Inferni soil again, he would not hold back, Zana’s protests or no.

Helotes then calmed again, his face relaxing and he turned back to Halo, a soft smile playing on the corners of his lips, And you? He watched as she wrapped her slender arms around her frame, in reaction to the chill perhaps. Helotes suddenly had the immense desire to wrap his arms around her, but knew this was one of the silliest thoughts he had ever conjured. Still… the idea of holding something so dangerous in ones arms… what a thrilling idea. Now that Zana had been more absent then not, Helotes had found his eyes wandering more frequently to the other females. Truth be told, Helotes was a lonely, his bed cold and empty. It had been several moon's turns since he had been with a woman, and now it was starting to take his toll on him. But for now, Halo would have to be a dark fantasy to him, forever unattainable, must like Zana. Why did he torture himself so?

Halo Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 04:24 PM

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The woman’s passive claws would have turned mean and dangerous instantly, had she known the animal she reminded him of in her careful attempt to strike up something of a normal conversation. She thought of herself as something more than she really was. But he was more right than she, for she was indeed a skittish deer, and would be quick in her retreat if she fell too far from her safe element. It had been long since she had been able to relax her frame fully around others. So precious few had been able to see another face than that of the bitch she was famous for being. She was as ugly as beautiful, this was true, but once, a male seemed to have found something more than just another despicable monster with an attractive face. But as he had lost faith in her, so had she, and enough time had passed for her to accept the person she had become. She hardly tried to be anything else, anymore. She was her father’s daughter, and would adhere to what was expected from her. It was only a matter of time before her beautiful offspring was tainted by their mother’s darkness.

The black in her eyes shrank at he spoke his words. A wolfess, whose presence was… difficult. That was an intriguing way of putting it. Lips parted to allow sharply pointed teeth a taste of the salty air, but her resentment was not directed at the messenger. In the end, she supposed she had to be pleased at his fine intentions; wishing to make sure the bitch wouldn’t return. Eyes refocused on the handsome face of her cousin, voicing approval without a voice. There were alternative ways to deal with… difficult trespassers; ways that would ensure that the clan would not have to deal with the same individual a second time. But how soft was this male, really? She had yet to judge his personality, and was wary of doing so and voicing her crude opinion of how impolite trespassers should be dealt with. It did include quite a bit of blood, and could be awfully messy if the wolf had a strong wish to live. Symera had won her affection with ease because she knew how to exterminate nuisances.

The fine curve of her returning smile increased, regardless, adoring. He returned the question, though her thoughts still lingered with his answer, and soft rubies remained attached to his fine face. And, following the simple thing as an impulse, she did something slightly outrageous. Unwrapping an arm from its protective embrace around her frame, she lifted a pale palm with the intention to stroke the side of his face. ”How thoughtful of you,” the sentence could have been demeaning, but it wasn’t her intention to belittle him—not the least. But he was a grown man, a warrior, and didn’t need to be praised like a child. It was something she had time to regret later, not now. If she focused on her inability to interact properly with others, it would be best to walk away from this place and this man to escape the chance of increased failure. How sad. She could need another friend. The shadows on her walls seldom spoke back, to her dismay.

Withdrawing her silly hand, she looked away, retrieving some of the ordinary sharpness to her voice. ”Patrolling, I suppose,” though she was well aware that he had found her standing perfectly still. But perhaps she just wasn’t very good at it. Her job was to ensure that the ground turned wet and red under the clan’s enemies. Simple and satisfactory. He didn’t need to hear her silly reasons for gawking at undrinkable water. ”Would have been easier just to kill her,” she snorted, returning to the intruder he had faced a few weeks ago. There were more than enough wolves in these lands, so surely a few missing faces wouldn’t be too heavily mourned.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi

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Helotes Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 05:15 PM

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The look on her face when he mentioned the wolfess was an expression that he was used to seeing grace the sculpted features of his master. Saying she disliked wolves was an understatement, and though he did not despise them as she did, they were becoming more like a thorn in his side than anything else. But the violent death of the nameless wolf who had attacked him and Symera had brought him greater pleasure then he would like to admit; perhaps it had just been the opportunity to put his new found strength and battle aptitude to the test that had brought him so much delight, rather than the species of what he had released his power upon. Either way, he was glad it was a wolf he had killed, rather than another of his kind, or even a dog. Helotes knew he carried the blood of both dogs and wolves in his veins, but it was something that did not cause him angst. His mother was part German Shepherd, a proud canine with a strong lineage; Helotes held no shame in that blood. The wolf in him was a remnant of his grandfather, Kaena’s first mate, and if Kaena felt that this wolf was worthy to father her first offspring, then Helotes had no reason to doubt that piece of his heritage.

Helotes was drawn away from this thoughts suddenly as a velvet soft paw tipped with razors came at his face. For the smallest fraction of a second, he thought Halo might be attacking him, but as her hand came into contact with his cheek, and her voice cooed out a phrase that was neither here nor there, Helotes’ jaw nearly fell open. He was torn suddenly, between three different reactions; pull away from her touch, stand perfectly frozen, or lean into it. He stood then, eyes looking at her with an expression that was friendly though confused, without losing its neutrality. Just before she pulled away, he managed to give some pressure back into her hand, the most subtlest of nuzzles.

But it was over quickly, and the ice queen drew back up her frosty curtain, if not completely. Helotes couldn’t help but let his tail wag slowly behind him, as he listened to her talk. But his mirth was short lived, as she suggested that he should have just killed the intruding female. Helotes frowned, It would have been. But she left of her own accord, as so wished by our Caelum, who had come upon her first. He hadn’t really wished to bring Zana up, but he tried to remain as professional as possible, using her rank rather than her name. Helotes would not tell Halo it had been her sister either, it was not his place to speak into Zana’s family, nor discuss it with anyone else. Besides, Helotes knew very well that Zana and Halo were… not the best of friends to say the least.

The male Lykoi then shifted his weight from one paw to another, for comfort only. He best change the subject, though he was sure Halo would relish speaking ill about Zana if she could. Helotes was glad that his master did not know about his relationship with Zana, hell, he wasn’t even sure what their relationship was anymore. He did miss her though as she more often than not was outside Inferni, or at the farthest borders, doing her job.

Your pups, he started, They are strong and beautiful, I must say I envy you on this, I have never fathered pups. Something that hadn’t bothered him the past, but now as he was reaching the apex of his prime years he felt that perhaps it would be time to sow his seeds. He knew he had strong genes and would father strong pups, if he could find the right female to do so with.

Halo Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 06:14 PM

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Ack, how silly. She had lost her soft touch long ago. The fingers on the hand that had so foolishly reach out for him now curled together, as a swiftly withering flower would by the end of summer. But he had responded well, she guessed, though eyes had not missed the short moment where he had frozen. Her own reaction to such a move would surely have been bolder, and likely of a more… violent nature. It was what set her aside from the rest; her inability to lean into a simple touch. Samael had stripped her for her carefree nature with cruel force, along with her precious virginity. That memory would never become sweet to her, even if the scales had turned to favour her today. To change such a permanent side of her wasn’t even something to consider. Shame had taken its toll, and even if it was gone now, the marks would always be there, deep under her skin. It was a blessing that she had no memory of Itachi’s father.

He explained, and she peered at him, eyes of freshly drawn blood narrowing as he mentioned the Caelum. It was a shame that she had thrown herself out of the loop. Had she known it was Zana he spoke of, she wouldn’t willingly have let it go as easily as she did now. But for time being, the Inferni member he spoke of remained faceless as well as nameless. For now. She didn’t like what she heard though, and would probably have questioned him more on this topic if he hadn’t been so good at leading her astray with words of her children. Blankness washed over her face in initial surprise at the sharp change of subject, but the male had chosen well. She didn’t know how much Helotes had seen of her two youngest. She had kept them away from the rest of the clan for longer than she should have, but they had been allowed to roam the mansion more or less freely for some weeks now, and so she supposed it wasn’t strange that he felt secure enough to compliment them.

She could have laughed at him and asked if he could have expected anything less from a woman such as herself. She knew well how beautiful her exterior was, and wasn’t all that surprised that she had given birth to beautiful children with appearances beyond the usual standard. But pride and arrogance only got her that far, and she wasn’t about to boast cruelly around those she decided to be worthy of her time. Instead, she let the strain fall off her face and offered him an expression rather rare to her. Her children were precious beings she had loved the moment she had discovered that life had bloomed within her womb once again, and traces of that blissful emotion could not be banished from her face as she thought about the twins. ”Thank you,” she started, scarlet hues drawing away from his form and hiding beneath fluttery lashes in a short moment of passing shyness. It was the last topic she had expected to be brought up.

”I’m happy to hear that, for I myself cannot see my children objectively.” Even Itachi, as flawed as he was, was a creature she couldn’t see without the motherly goggles, and it kept her from treating him as she would have treated any other blood traitor. Once she thought she could have slashed his throat open if she had only managed to come close enough, but today she knew better. She would not be able to take her child’s life, no matter the crime. Sad, but true. Children might only be beautiful to her because they were her creation. Perhaps the man’s compliment wasn’t genuine, but that possibility never crossed her mind.

It didn’t take long before her crimson found his face again, now less reserved than before. ”I’m certain you will father your own litter one day,” she spoke, tones soothing and hopeful. She knew what to look for in a male, and knew good genes when she saw them. Perhaps his rage left him at a disadvantage, but for the purpose of reproduction, she would rather consider it an asset. Their blood was beautiful and strong, and she craved it in more than one way. ”Though..” She let the word linger on her tongue, not eager to insult the females of the clan so readily. She hadn’t met the man’s sister, and more than one member would cringe at the idea of such incest. Truth was that she couldn’t really think of any worthy females with acceptable genes, with her as an exception, of course. Ah, her arrogance seemed to know no limit.

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Helotes Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 08:02 PM

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The ginger female seemed surprised when he mentioned her pups, but not in a negative fashion. He wondered if she didn’t have many people come to congratulate her on her litter, something that to him was a must. His mother had come from a close-knit family, and where his father lacked love his mother expounded upon it. She would often tell Helotes and his siblings that family should be the most important in one’s life and that the bond between mother and child was the strongest of all. Puppies were always something to be celebrated, the introduction of new life into a pack was one of the greatest gifts that could be bestowed. Helotes believed in this unwaveringly, and though Halo had done well to shield her pups as any good mother would, it did not mean that she shouldn’t be praised for them.

Her demeanor changed, and she displayed an emotion that he had not seen her show before; bashfulness. She thanked him for his compliment, and a flash of shyness gleamed over her features for a moment. In that second, she looked simply angelic and the wag of Helotes tail quickened again. She spoke of how she could not look upon her own children objectively and this did not surprise him; though the bond between mother and child was strong, it was also blind. Mother’s always loved their children till the bitter end, sometimes ignoring blatant flaws in their offspring; Halo did not seem the exception to this rule, but Helotes had no issue with it.

Then commenting on his statement, she spoke that he would surely father pups someday and he couldn’t help but smile gently; he would make a good father, he was sure of it. Good father’s seemed to be lacking the Lykoi family, but he would not continue the sins of those before him; no, he would be a strong and stable force within the lives of his children and he would love them with undying passion. It was something that he had sorely missed in his own childhood, and had it not been for the strength of his mother then Helotes might have turned out very differently, in fact, he most likely would resemble Columbine.

Helotes' ear swiveled though when Halo left a word hanging in the air, a word that threatened to envelope him. He looked at her somewhat curiously, and then picking up on her subtle cues finished what he believed she had meant to say, albeit in a gentler tone then she might have said, I would have to find a good female to carry my children. A strong bitch who would make a good mother. Sadly, this has not happened… yet. He crossed his arms then and took a step forwards towards the crashing waves and closed his eyes, letting the wind wash over the soft fur of his face, Soon… I hope. His eyes opened then and he glanced back at her, eyes like burning coals, yet his face was cool.

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sosuwrimo 497

She was rather pleased that he caught on to her unfinished sentence and went on about it without meeting the silent wall as she had. Scarlet peered for judgement in his face, but found none. She knew she was an arrogant snot for talking so lowly of the females she could think of at this moment, but it was the simple truth. How odd that she had chosen to leave her sentence unfinished though. The woman was loud and careless when she spoke, more often than not, and it was uncharacteristic of her to hesitate to speak her mind. She would have to think this over once she was done with this ordeal. But she was glad to hear such words spoken by him, for that had to mean that he agreed with her views, no? Halo was led to believe so, and simply shrugged, offering him a light grimace, the hybrid of frown and a smile, to show her agreement on the matter.

Genes did not make good parents though. She hoped—knew that she had been prepared this time around. Her maternal abilities had been close to non-existent when Itachi had been born, so her ability to raise children clearly wasn’t something she had been born with. Halo had lived long under the belief that she was never going to have children. Ah, one of the many mistakes she had made in her four years of life. The bitch had changed, and was glad that she had turned out wrong. It was important to continue the bloodline she so adored. Once Amnesty and Oblivion grew older, perhaps she would start looking for suitable genes once again. It was a thought she was well comfortable with. Motherhood had not pushed away her freedom as she had feared it would, and she felt positive she would have the energy to reproduce and continue to act as the clan’s Triarii for quite some time.

The lacking father figure was less than ideal though, but it seemed impossible for her to find someone willing to stay. She had decided that a life without love and a mate was one she could bear without too much difficulty. Halo had learned to accept this, and the thought was no longer the source of deep depression. She smiled at the male’s back as he took a dramatic step towards the ocean. She could understand his wish though, and let her large ears drop with mild empathy. The flaw wasn’t his, but the pathetic excuses for females. She met his gaze when he turned to look back at her, but she wasn’t a soother, as he was well aware. Instead, she kept her smile in place while searching her mind for words that could prove helpful. ”Maybe,” she shrugged, failing miserably at lifting his spirits. There wasn’t much she could do for him. Or, well. That wasn’t true, now was it.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi

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Helotes Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 10:45 PM

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OOC :: MUWUAHA! You give me one spoken word? I GIVE YOU NONE! >

Her shrug and mild response to his theatrical display was expected and Helotes nodded. He would eventually find a mate, he had no doubt, but the irony of his situation was not lost on him. It was a lie to say that there were no good females in Inferni, for one stood right before him. But the possibility of courting and bedding Halo were basically less then non-existent, for she was a new mother and would most likely not go into heat again for some time. And even if she did, she would probably go again to the pup’s father, whoever that was, rather than Helotes or any of the other males of Inferni. And then there was Zana, who would be perfect if it wasn’t for her small form. Helotes basically felt like he had been cursed, forever doomed to one night stands and flings with no hope for a true mate-ship and family. Oh woe is he.

Helotes snuffed these ridiculous thoughts out with a mere huff of his throat, his breath rising above him like dragon smoke. He ran his pink tongue over the off white daggers that were his teeth, glancing out over the ocean again. The drizzle was letting up, thank god, Helotes hated the rain. Uncrossing his arms, the fit male reached up to pull the sopping, crimson stained mane out of his eyes and flicked drops from his ears. He then turned again to face his master and look at her sultry form, her wet fur clinging to her body in the most tempting of ways. Helotes nearly sighed in frustration.

Had she not been as strong a woman, or had he been a stronger man, Helotes would have taken her right then and there, like he had done to the naïve Valkyrie those many moons ago. In fact, it hadn’t had been since that time near the Inferni caverns, the day after he had first arrived on the clan lands, that he had been with a woman. This was not like him, for in his old pack he had many a maid to supply him with the pleasures that came along with physicality. He wondered now if perhaps what Halo had so subtly suggested was keeping him from acting out his testosterone fueled urges; there were just no good women here, at least good in the way of loose women. How interesting… he wondered what it would be like for the other men of the clan when his sister showed up.

A strand, a single strand of ebony hair fell into the Tirarii’s face then, and Helotes’ hand twitched. He wanted to reach up and push that strand away, to give him a clear view of those ruby eyes of which he suddenly found himself staring into. This female truly was a cobra in her own right.

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sosuwrimo 893. This thread is probably done, unless Helotes runs after her or something weird! Want another thread set a few days forward or something? >;> NEED MORE THREADS!

While she could easily burst into flames for mere nothings, Halo was had been taught by both fathers to keep emotions from being displayed on the fine appearance of her face. She had been brought up to loathe weakness, and to find her within herself had forced her to build tall, impregnable walls and immovable masks. Nothing of this had she managed to create perfectly, but the rays of disturbances in the waters of her face would have been significantly higher in number and cruder in appearance than what she offered her surrounding today. Pain and anger ran hand in hand inside her, always, but the time for tears had ended a long time ago. Halo had wished to continue to exist, but as a child of mixed spirit that had taken to the side commonly judged as the darker half, she had done what she had needed to do to continue life as best she could, no matter how broken she might have been inside.

Few had seen her give up and cry, but there were a few members s left in Inferni that had seen that weak, forbidden side of the fiercest warrior the clan had ever seen. If she wasn’t their all time finest, then she no doubt would be one day. Her passion for war was all that she had managed to hold on to over the years. Once, her dreams had owned the fairy tale appearance, of knights defeating evil. She, as all young, foolish children, had learned that reality wasn’t laced with gold and precious treasure. But rather than to go back to a past she had been taught to loathe, she had kept walking up the same path, drinking in the consequences as they rose to slash at her. The result was a most capable woman indeed, but her mentality was horribly scarred, and some old wounds were still known to leak with her pain.

This was the price she had decided to pay, and there was no room for regret. Her life was acceptable in this form, and with the birth of the twins, she had found a great deal of happiness she hadn’t dared hope for earlier. Itachi had vanquished her desire to try again, but a set of eyes, blessed with the same blood-lit hues as hers, had managed to change her mind. And they had created something precious together. Helotes was not the first to serve fine, apparently genuine compliments about her children. Her one remaining half-sibling in the clan only offered honest opinions, and his viewpoint was that of a healer as well. The children were fierce and strong, and so full of promise that it made her chest swell with unspoken pride. Her eyes expressed what her lips did not tell, but they had already moved past the subject of her children and moved on to the possibility that wished for his.

There was much unspoken, but it wasn’t exactly shyness that kept her from releasing words of a more seductive nature. She would like to think that he would react well to her charm, was she only to release it. But she kept her flirtatious eyes hidden behind fluttering lashes, intent on resisting the fire she found within his finely shaded eyes. His appearance spoke of his delicious Lykoi blood, but she wouldn’t give into her cravings before she had the benefits listed. It was difficult for her to allow her control to slip. She didn’t wish to restrain herself from taking the simple pleasures she could find, but she kept her shallow emotions at bay, at least for now. Dark, auburn locks clung to her chin and throat, and as she lifted her chin to steal another glimpse of the man, a strand fell down to cling to her face as a child might to its mother.

Annoyed fingers struck against the wet cloth clinging to her curved hips, but she couldn’t undo the rain. She didn’t see the twitch of her companion’s hand. Helotes chose to leave the silence after her one word lay uninterrupted, and she didn’t know what to make of that. She hadn’t stepped too poorly through this conversation, but she didn’t know what more she could say. She couldn’t make it all right without joining a game she was not prepared to participate in just yet. Had she known a few more things about this man, she would have been eager to press her body against his, but there were many things she wasn’t aware of, and today, it worked as her disadvantage. Ignorance was a beautiful thing though, and kept her from regretting her lack of proper action.

Fingers turned into loose fists and settled on each hip bone, along with a careless shrug of her shoulders. ”I wish you good luck, then,” the honeyed purr of her voice offered. Turning, slowly, so to offer him a last glimpse of her athletic, feminine frame, she let her heated orbs size him up one last time before she, sweetly smiling, turned with the intention to walk away from the salty coast and the man with the longing heart. Dreams weren’t granted in this place; they had to be taken.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi

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Helotes Lykoi · 01-02-2012, 04:45 PM

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Suddenly his reverie was broken as the female shifted against her wet skirt. This sudden movement brought Helotes back to reality and he stood straight watched her. What had he been doing? Why had he been staring at Halo in such a way? She was beautiful there was no doubt, and she would make an excellent female for copulation, but she was his superior, his master, and a downright bitch. What had he been thinking? Helotes tried desperately to push these negative thoughts aside though, trying to regain the sense of her that he had just had moments ago, when he had thought that perhaps all these things could be possible. But it was not to be.

Though he felt as if he had seen a subtle glimpse of something within her posture, within her eyes, it was quickly replaced by flippant nonchalance. He watched as she placed her fists upon her well-shaped hips and shrugged at him. He had lost her. She was drawn the curtain fully again and there was nothing he could do about it now. She wished him could luck and turned, walking away with that oh so alluring gait. When she was far enough away Helotes let his breath escape him, hardly having noticed that he had been keeping in it. That was a close one.

Sad that it had to end that way, Helotes turned back to the ocean and crossed his arms, letting his mind mull over the exchange that he had just had with the Triarii. Perhaps it had been nothing, but perhaps it could have been everything. He decided that he would leave her be for a few days, and then perhaps invade her privacy again. Somehow he felt, that if he kept trying, these few little steps at a time, that finally the exotic flow that was Halo would bloom for him.

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