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Date: 4 January

Time: Afternoon

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The Dampwoods




Myrika is by Bobbi!

The russet-hued woman had ventured out of Inferni, and for once, she was not on horseback. Instead, Myrika roamed in her four-legged form. It was not so rare an occurrence, but the redhead did seem to prefer her Optime form most of the time. She had fulfilled her border patrol duty earlier in the day, and now she had ranged south into the Wastes, into the burned part of the territory. Myrika had not been present in Inferni for the time this land had been set to flame, but she heard plenty of it. Kaena had several mouthfuls to say about that, and she suspected the scarred woman wasn't the only one.

Unfortunately, Inferni was filled with newer canines. Few had been in the clan's ranks longer than Myrika. She had joined long before Vesper, Helotes, Zana, Ithiel and his brother and their woman, and most others ranked lower in the clan. There were a few who had been her longer than she had, and the rusty-hued woman was glad for that. How else was she to learn their history? It would have disturbed her to find a clan consisting wholly of new blood, after all. Such organizations were rarely cohesive in the long run, anyway.

Today, Myrika did not need to think much about the coyote clan behind her. She'd passed out of their borders and now meandered amongst the ruined wreckages of what might have been cabins, once long ago. The rust-hued woman gave these no more than a sideways glance, instead heading deeper into the Dampwoods. Her light Lupus footfalls served her well; although Myrika was a large coyote, she moved with the stealth and grace of any normal-sized Canis latrans. The woods were cold today, and the sky overcast. If possible, the Dampwoods smelled even wetter than usual. She enjoyed these woods for their very damp scent, and thought they'd been aptly named.

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Days had passed, and the woman was full of guilt because of her unplanned absence. It had never been her intention to abandon the kids for so long, and now it didn’t seem like she could get back quickly enough. A mother’s heart was a strange thing, but she didn’t question the need to check up on her offspring. Four days was much too long; she’d never been a full day without the twins since their birth. The took care of their own, of course, but she trusted only a precious few of the long standing members. Were they safe? Had they eaten? Again, a distasteful grimace had settled on otherwise beautiful hues, obscuring the unmistakable visual beauty. But her appearance was taken for granted, and her personality more often than not shone through and discoloured the purity of her looks with her inner ugliness. But right now, she only worried about the young ones. Acid and foulness could wait until she had made sure her young ones were safe and sound.

Vivid hues of perfect scarlet leaped to the moving form as a canine came into view; a potential threat to block her direct path back to the southern part of Inferni. Her hurried pace did not hesitate, however, for nothing could come between a mother and her children, and Halo was a most determined mother at this point. It didn’t take long before she recognized the other either and it was a fellow clan-member, apparently on her way away from Inferni. Myrika Tears, a woman she could stand and a face not unpleasant to gaze upon. There was a mostly dormant wish to get to know this particular member better, but it was difficult for the woman to distract her thoughts from her destination. If it hadn’t been for the sword that served as her sharp companion she would have travelled back in her lupus form to save time, but she could imagine the state of her maw if she had dragged the sword along in her mouth for a whole day.

Once close enough, her pace adjusted and slowed down as she offered a court nod to her fellow clan member. ”Myrika,” she greeted, offering a not entirely genuine smile. But she was courteous enough to stop, at least for a moment. ”Where are you going?” none of her business, of course, but she wasn’t good at random small talk without purpose, and she was completely out of practise.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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The coyote's brownish nose was pressed nearly to the earth, and she inhaled the passing scents deeply. Here, an Inferni member -- there, a stranger, a southlands wolf. One of the mountain pack had passed by here not more than a few days ago. Myrika was wary of those mountain-dwellers. She had thought Ichika rather pretty, true enough, but her uncle's manner, and his quiet companion, had left her with a rather odd feeling about Ichika in particular. Ezekiel's later pronouncement to stay away from Sage's new pack had solidified and confirmed the rust-hued woman's opinion of her uncle's pack. They were not to be trusted. Friendly faces they might have, their hearts might not be quite so smiley.

The rust-hued coyote moved slowly, meandering in circles. There was no particular destination in mind; she had planned to search for a suitable scent trail, one that interested her enough to make her follow, and go from there. Now, however, the woman smelled little of interest. She certainly did not wish to pursue one of her own pack just this moment -- she would have been within Inferni's borders that very moment, were it the case. The mountain-dwellers were utterly out of the question -- Myri had no desire to travel anywhere near the very place Ezekiel had forbidden them to go.

It was only after several long strides that she caught a new scent, carried by the wind rather than stuck to the ground -- Halo's scent. Despite her pronouncement to avoid Inferni's members and seek an outsider on this day, the coyote was intrigued by the freshness of Halo's scent. She trailed after it some distance, finally catching sight of the cinnamon-tinged woman. Halo was in her Optime form, and Myrika felt suddenly awkward in her large Lupus form. She was nearly as bulky as a wolf, and here was this perfect and petite flower.

Myri knew Halo well enough to know, however, that petite flower the Triarii most certainly was not. The hilt of the sword strapped to her back was evidence enough of that; were one desirous of further proof, one need only look into her harsh crimson eyes. Myrika liked Halo quite a lot, enough to bother the woman while she was in the D'Neville, in her own room, and Myri was not quite sure why. Halo was a fair bit harsher and perhaps more prone to gasconade of her strengths than any Myrika normally chose to call friend, and yet the rust-hued coyote was intrigued all the same. Perhaps it was Halo's looks -- Myri never would have dared admit such aloud, that a cousin had caught her fancy, but was it so strange? It wasn't as if they'd been raised together, after all -- it wasn't as if she were interested in Cassie.

The Lupus woman's tail wavered a greeting in the air, though it dropped back to a relaxed position after this greeting. Though they were apparently equals in rank, Myri presumed she'd always feel inferior to Halo, and perhaps she well should -- the red-eyed woman had what seemed like long years of service in Inferni over Myrika. The question seemed something like a command, but Myri was happy to answer it in any case, a faint smile showing on her muzzle. Nowhere in particular. I've already scouted the borders for today and I thought I might leave Inferni, at least for a few hours, the woman offered, hoping Halo would not find this strange. You smell as if you've been away a few days, the coyote offered, figuring Halo might react to this better than a direct inquiry as to her whereabouts. Myri had phrased the statement in such a way that the cinnamon-hue Triarii might deflect it or answer it, depending on her preference.



Myrika is by Nat!

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It was difficult for her to stay away from her own usual ways. It was obvious to all, especially her, that her behaviour had left her lonely. There had been times when her solitude had felt forced and unbearable, but she had climbed up on her high steed and found that existence wasn’t all that bad. And she wasn’t alone anymore, at least not in ways that mattered. But it was about time she learned how to behave. She wasn’t amazing at her manipulative games, but it was her attitude that needed to be adjusted in order to gain natural allies.

The obvious remained obvious. Myrika was on her way away from the clan lands, and Halo was going the opposite way, aching to see precious faces once more. Nose seemed to wrinkle slightly at the slight mentioning of border patrol. ”That is good,” she said, scarlet shades narrowing with the negativity that was released when she continued. ”Our scouts seem to have become lazy lately, for every time I’ve wandered along our borders, I’ve had to deal with trespassing filth.” Pale whiskers pulled back along her elegant muzzle and she crinkled her nose at foul, recent memories.

But yes, Myrika was correct in assuming she had been absent these last days. ”I took a trip down south,” she explained, short and to the point. This cousin was one she had yet to decide she couldn’t stand and one of few that ever had managed to climb up to a rank equal to the Triarii’s before leaving the pack and betraying everything and everyone that depended on her.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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The roan woman had spent enough time around Ezekiel to know he was not particularly fond of Halo. Myrika could not truly see why -- she liked Halo. Then again, she did not need to deal with the girl in the context of a leader, either. Her ears swiveled forward with interest at the mention of trespassers, her cerulean-hued eyes grown wide. Myrika had never encountered anyone trespassing on Inferni territory, but perhaps she had just been lucky thus far. She had found a few wolves close to the borders, but they had been nice enough to turn away once she asked them to -- and, well. She had warned them her cousins would treat them less kindly, hadn't she? The wolves she'd encountered were lucky to have met her rather than Halo, after all.

Well... I'm not a scout anymore, Myrika said, grinning broadly. So, you can't blame me. These words were playful, the woman's long and tawny tail lashing the air behind her to signify her amusement. Really, though -- I would have liked to been with you to find a trespasser, the woman said, perhaps too eagerly. I know what to do in theory, but... for doing it -- not so much. In truth, the thought of showing fangs and attempting to frighten rather frightened Myrika. She did not know if she was capable of such things.

It was easy for Halo -- the cinnamon-furred coyote simply had a stronger mettle than Myrika. She had been raised in Inferni, after all, and she had lived here through many leaders -- and had even been one herself. Myrika did not know the circumstances behind Halo's demotion -- or was it something other than a demotion? -- but she dared not ask the red-eyed woman directly, at least not yet. Much as she liked the Triarii, Myrika had a distinctive -- and perhaps correct -- intuition such a question would deeply offend her dark-haired companion.

Such foresight was not all that strange, of course. Who wished to dredge up painful memories of the past and entertain an interrogation about a publicly embarrassing moment? The Consul however, was curious as ever, and in addition to wanting to know why, she also wanted to know what kept Halo within Inferni now. Perhaps it was Kaena -- the crimson-eyed woman seemed to hold their old matriarch in some esteem, after all. Myrika did not think a single old woman could bind a force as fiery and feisty as Halo to anything. Perhaps it was Inferni itself?

Find anything interesting? I heard there was some kind of war, the coyote said, shrugging one tawny shoulder. She did not very much care for the goings-on of the southern packs -- or any other packs, really. She mostly kept to Inferni, and today's venture beyond the borders was a rather rare occurrence. Doesn't matter much, I guess... as long as they stay away from Inferni. This statement was punctuated with a smile, and Myrika eagerly looked for Halo's answer, hoping it did not pry too deeply. As much as she liked the older woman's company, Myrika could not help but feel as if she walked across eggshells around Halo -- and Halo apparently liked her. Myri did not wish to alter this relationship, as Halo's favor seemed a rare attainment even amongst those of her blood family.



Myrika is by Alaine!

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The ghost of a smirk visited her lips as Myrika reminded her that she was not a scout anymore. Well, good, for that would have been a reason for the russet Triarii to loathe the other. She found it slightly aggravating that the other woman could joke about it so lightly, because it was a serious issue, apparently. The ghost manifested fully into a full smile as blue eyed female expressed desire to be there to see Halo deal with the losers. Myrika seemed a bit soft for her sake, but at least she had other qualities that could excuse her lack of natural aggression.

”Maybe you wouldn’t, then,” Halo said, distrusting that Myrika would find her crude and violent nature very pleasant when she dealt with intruders. Halo had calmed down since her earlier years—in some ways, at least, though she was probably one of the more hostile Inferni members out there. Arms crossed beneath the crimson chaos star branded into her flesh, shrugging at the mentioning of war. It was on the border of sad that she knew so little about what was going on beyond the borders of her home. But she cared only about Inferni and a few of those that shared that home. And, perhaps, the memory of one individual that no doubt was far beyond the sea and forever beyond her reach.

”Checked out a few pack borders that weren’t there last time I took a lengthy trip. I prefer staying in Inferni, I guess. the world could burn as long as it didn’t reach into the clan’s lands. She agreed with the other Infernian. As long as they all stayed away from Inferni, it didn’t matter. But why couldn’t she be content with that? Why couldn’t she be happy? ”They usually don’t,” she added though, a small, toothy grimace accompanying her slimming eyes.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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Oh look, someone BOTHERED to reply to me. ;_;



Myrika is by Kiri!

As much as the rusty-hued woman liked Halo, the Triarii also frightened Myrika. In some ways, Halo stood for all the warnings her father had ever given her -- perhaps the most bloodthirsty of them, perhaps the most cruel and aggressive of them, Myrika found her fiery temperament both frightening and fascinating. Though they were perhaps equals in rank, the bigger tawny coyote felt inferior to Halo in more ways than she could count, and it would take long months to adjust to the shift in Inferni's hierarchy.

The woman chose not to respond, and instead offered a troubled smile to her companion. The mahogany-haired Triarii was right, of course -- there was a very real likelihood (not just a possibility) she'd abhor the sight of Halo's justice. The woman was intrigued, however, as her cousin spoke of foreign packs. Myrika flicked her tail nervously, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Close borders? she asked. Will Ezekiel do anything about it? There was unease in her voice, but the woman did not look entirely disturbed, merely worried. After all, with fierce warriors such as Halo to defend Inferni's skull-lined perimeter, why worry at all?

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