This Moment that Defines Us

X'yrin Exultare · 01-01-2012, 03:17 PM

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Days of captivity were at last behind her with a stainless plateau of white as her reward of freedom. Endless flakes of winter’s grace floated down to top the frozen lands with a fine sheet that shifted and crumpled under wandering paws. A chilling gust would catch the loosened flakes and return them to the air in a spectacular flurry that made one’s eyes draw wide in wonder and smile in amusement to Nature’s show of mirth. Truly, she had missed these simple amenities, these small yet memorable moments that never ceased to enrapture her.

It was perhaps a week ago she was stolen away, kept under the protection of her Konrei guard for the duration of her more vulnerable albeit enticing times. She had only managed to slip away perhaps twice to stretch her legs and change her scenery from the depths of her confinement, but never to this extent. Her jailer was a merciful one, catering to her every whims and only asking to further consummate their love. Each purposeful union was not only for the sake of lust but to better the chances that both would become expecting parents to a brood comprised of their unconditional adoration. As repetitive and vigorous as it was, there was little doubt that a seed had been planted and would take root, and in time her body would show the fruits of their efforts growing within.

Her anticipation was hardly contained as excitement opened her dutiful eyes to the world and its wonders, reveling in this moment of blissful hope. Waiting would be the most difficult part now; a sign, a tell, anything to show they were successful. It was not enough to assume… but she had to know. A more rational course would have been to speak with her Jiryu immediately and ask how she had felt when she learned of her pregnancy; or rather the Lady Jace would know. There were more obvious resources she could have taken advantage of but they all resulted in her staying within pack lands for another day.

The wanderlust had set in once again, drawing the female from her den and along the path she tread now; toward the Halcyon Mountains, then from there to the treacherous gates of Inferni. A saner creature would have thought better than to walk such a dangerous road, but as sure as her mind was of its path, so was she convinced she had nothing to fear of this hybrid clan. It was not in arrogance, but faith that brought her time and again to the borders, not to antagonize or taunt, but so socialize with a friend whom she held dear above all else. Unfortunately not all would look to the situation with optimism, as such was the male that traveled behind her. She had caught his scent ever sense she crossed into the mountains but for the sake of her sanity chose to ignore it. His constant pestering of her affiliation with an Infernian hybrid was gradually grating on her nerves. He may have been right urge her caution, but she wouldn't live in fear of the territory. Not all of the clan were as ruthless as he believed, and if he did not believer her, than he could watch her prove him wrong from his distance.

Despite her reservations for the pack itself, she harbored no ill will towards its individuals… or rather those she had met. Even the frantic girl she had encountered not long ago received none of her hostilities thought or otherwise. In the eyes of the Nomad, she was but a misguided soul cursed by the fates with an obscured outlook no doubt construed by unfavorable circumstances. But such instances would not be helped. It was but a way of life and only the mind could make of it what it would. No experience in her eyes was inadvertently good or bad, but what became of the victim afterward would justify it as either or.

Suffice it to say, she had quite a good experience to share with her dear friend that put quite a bound in her four-legged stride. As always, the female came with an offering in her jaws; a badger this time, with a more plump frame. Overtime, the Nomad had fallen out of her culture’s practice and fashioning more usable trinkets as an offering of good will, in favor of food to show her want for her friend’s health and prosperity. It seemed much more fitting than a fashioned pelt of cuff, more beneficial to a body in the process of development. And more than anything, it was a token of apology to her tawny friend, for having disregarded their lessons for so many days. She could only hope she would be forgiven and perhaps restart their lessons from last they left them. Vesper was showing great improvement and the mentor’s pride would not let her student cease her training until she reached absolute fruition.

As she descended the subtle façade of the base of the mountain, prey in maw with paws carrying her at a comfortable cant, she kept her nostrils open for a familiar, though disgusting scent. The attack on her packmate was still fresh on her mind and despite the distractions that reared inconveniently; she was not so quick to disregard the wrong and leave it to the hands of fate. She had promised vengeance, and for the sake of her scarred comrade, she would have it one way or another. Knowing a loner was a difficult body to track without some favorable guidance, she tried none the less to catch wind of her however faint it might have been when the opportunity arose. And perhaps her seeing Vesper would provide valuable information that would aid the both of them. No doubt someone in the wolf hating pack would have spied a blonde dog. But she could only hope that the fates would be so favorable to her when she already asked for them so much.

Patiently, she nosed the ground as she neared the borderline before giving up entirely to greet her cherished friend. Trusting the scout would patrol the borders soon, the female seated herself comfortably in the snow dropping the carcass to lie on top of her paws and out of the wet snow. Without a call to draw attention to herself there was no doubt it would be a while before she caught sight of her friend, wherever she may have been within the encampment. But as she had often professed to her familiars and conveyed through her actions, she was a creature of commendable patience despite the duration of time. Her only stipulation was that the wait not be too long unless she were to return to Ichika with a frozen rear.

ooc: Jan 1st. 1134 words. Anyone from Inferni is welcome. And yes, she is being followed but it's unlikely he would be noticed for the moment.

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Aemon de le Poer · 01-02-2012, 12:02 AM

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is she in lupus form? aemon is too. here is a rambly sosupost for youuuu! >< don't really plan on him fighting, but maybe a verbal argument or something? idk, we can lean wit' it, rock wit' it. ahem.
SOSU 648

It hadn't been long, but already Aemon felt welcomed here. He'd even managed to make a new friend and sparring partner. He'd enjoyed Helotes' company; the man had been friendly and welcoming, something that Aemon immediately appreciated. Making friends had never been a priority for the young de le Poer, but as he grew he realized quickly that without anyone to talk to, who would hear his good thoughts and ideas? Then, too, he had started keeping a journal. Even now he only wrote sporadically, but being able to chronicle his life somewhere felt good, and Aemon even though he was getting better at penmanship by now.

The silvery coyote's hand was sore tonight, though, and as he wrote his muscles quickly started to burn from the act. Finishing a short paragraph, he put away the feather quill and ink, closing the faded journal with a heavy clap. With a heavy sigh he shed his clothing and shifted gradually onto four legs. He needed to get out of the house, and despite the snow covering the ground he thought a the chance to stretch his legs and explore the borders of Inferni would be productive.

The weather was not as bad as it seemed with his thick winter coat, fluffy with a thick under-layer of down. He trotted briskly towards the decorated borders of his new home, enjoying the springy covering that the snow provided. As the wind brought a chilly breeze past his nose, he recognized a familiar scent. Certainly a wolf, he was immediately on guard. His fur bristled as he tracked the scent, lithe coyote frame snaking easily through the trees as he located her. It was his duty to protect this land now, and he had sworn it even before the Holy Spirit. It was a promise he could not break, and would not break. Especially now; Ezekiel had warned of these foreigners, and he knew the names to avoid. In his mind, no wolf should be tolerated so close to Inferni. It was treasonous, and her scent was surely already fouling their perfected borders.

Aemon came upon her laying beyond the border with a dead badger at her feet, and he bristled in anger. Had she caught it here? The woman was much larger than he, her fur a creamy orange with russet hues. He was not intimidated, however, and felt that if necessary he could win a fight against her pure-blooded filth. Like Ithiel, Aemon's blood had been cleansed by the Spirit, and he shunned that part of him, just as his father had, and just as Ezekiel had. His choice was firm, and nothing would tear him from Inferni now. His fur again bristled as he came to a stop several feet from her, staying close to the border. Ivory brush of a tail rose high on his back, large paws taking one more step towards her, his head low and threatening. "Wolf," he barked, his voice firm and lacking the friendly tones it would have normally held, a demanding and impatient voice used instead, "this is Inferni. You are unwise to be here; you are unwelcome." The symbolic jewelry adorning his slate-furred ears klinking as he spoke. This woman had remarkable gall to come so close; was she naive? Did their reputation not travel so far anymore? If that was the case, he would certainly help change it. His breath clouded in the air, and crimson eyes trailed down to the felled creature, noting it's fattened frame and realizing his own hunger, but ignoring it. If she dared hunt on their land Aemon would not have qualms with taking back the meat that belonged to them and eating it himself. "I hope you didn't find that badger anywhere beyond these borders," he warned grimly, a pale hand motioning towards some particularly gruesome ones on display behind them.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-02-2012, 12:27 AM

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Time no longer crept on in minutes but in hours, effectively testing this woman’s learned patience. Had she fancied the thought of leaving instead of dawdling about, she would have done so sooner instead of waiting for the sun’s depress. Tossed and whirled by the winds, her lengthened bangs had again fallen in front of her eyes, veiling the world in a fine hue of red as she awaited the less than punctual arrival of her friend.

She hadn’t even considered the possibility of a task rotation. Perhaps she hadn’t shown yet was because this was not her turn to monitor the borders? Well, it certainly would have proved disappointing if such was the case. Perhaps it was better than she ask her companion next time just how these shifts worked if she was to continue to meet her and silently as this. More than likely there were other matters that need be discussed besides her task and the wolf’s elation for her possible pregnancy. But before anything at all could be thought over, the other attendant of the party needed to show.

By the minute X’yrin had grown more worried of her position as well as that of her friend. She began to ponder the worse in the absence, that perhaps some harm had befallen her friend and her absence was the result of some shaming that could have taken place. She prayed that it was not of her doing… that Vesper was late and nothing more. Incredibly tardy. Yet she was not alone for much longer, receiving the course volume of an unfamiliar individual, jerking her head to stand at attention at his less than hospitable welcome. She was no longer anticipating any form of kindness from any Infernian she didn’t know, rather this exact brand of underserved aggression. The woman sighed softly, straightening her relaxed posture to stand attentively as she was approached.

Against this blatant show of ill mannered greeting, the woman offered a soft smile and cordial dip of her head to the silvery being. “I believe I will always be greeted at your doors like this,” she commented softly. “With such charm, no doubt your numbers grow daily. Forgive my intrusion, my friend, but I was waiting for someone.” She dipped her muzzle down to the badger now cold atop her large paws. “And I assure you there are other places to hunt than your lands. Unless you now claim the mountains…”

ooc: 408 words. Sorry about that. She would be in Secui form.

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Aemon de le Poer · 01-18-2012, 04:48 PM

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woooooosh, back to liiiife. sorry aemon's weird. >>

Aemon stood firm in his spot, not wanting to get nearer, not trusting the larger tawny wolf. Crimson eyes flashed as he watched her; her proximity worried him, and his hand tightened around the wooden handle of his spear. If she chose to attack, he wasn't sure of his odds. The wolfess was much bigger than him, and in Secui form-- the bulkiest, perhaps strongest form, and the one that Aemon had yet to master. The woman replied to him, and he noticed her cool indifference to his warnings. This was not right. If she knew what greeting awaited her here, why would she still come? A low growl rumbled in his throat, and when her head bent again, he tensed. His entire body was alert; Aemon was prepared for a fight, should the need arise. His fur bristled as she mentioned the mountains. Of course Inferni hadn't claimed that steep, dangerous mountain as their territory-- much better and much safer to hunt on the open plains and through the trailed forests. He smirked, taking one more step ahead. "Not yet," he said pointedly. If they wanted the mountains, they could take them. It would only take time.

"Who is it that you wait for, then?" he asked, curious. Who amongst them would associate with the wolves, with this wolf from the pack-in-the-mountains, the very same that Ezekiel had warned them to avoid. "Perhaps I could... call them for you," he suggested, lightening his tone, scarlet eyes narrowing into snake-like slits. He would do nothing of the sort, but if he could convince her that he would, it might bide enough time for someone else to come along and help him chase her off. Alone, he knew he was hardly a threat to her at that size, with his lone wooden spear. He knew that her teeth and claws could break through the wood easily, leaving the deadly-sharp arrowhead near useless; and Aemon didn't want to have to make another one already.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-18-2012, 05:27 PM

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With all matters that tended to test her, this one was no different in commanding a considerable amount of poise and patience. It was not that she believed herself to be better than the more slender being or that she claimed some superiority in some way. It was simply that she was not keen on allowing herself to become angry when faced with hostility. Like any other, it was a irritancy she would rather be rid of, but she had learned earlier in life that many circumstances like these would arise and facing them with anger or similar energy would only exacerbate the situation.

And so, when faced with his arrogance lent by his pack and the suspicious air that surrounded him, she continued to smile softly and sincerely even wagging her tail in show of good faith. “I doubt the residents of the lands would give up the mountain without a fight,” she offered with a kind trill of her voice. “Others need the mountains to roam and hunt as well. But it is an ambitious reach, I will admit.” A foolish one as well, but it was better left unsaid.

Patiently her eye drifted from the silver form to the lengthy weapon in his possession. This was the second time she had encountered an infected being that sought the use of a long weapon. Perhaps there were a purpose she was not understanding, she tilted her head in thought of the instrument. Or perhaps it was a requirement for the Infernian hybrids. Either way, she looked to the weapon with a curious glimmer then carefully let her eye drift back to her greeter. When asked for whom she waited for, the woman slowly shook her head.

“I have learned from others of your pack that the word ‘traitor’ is used rather abruptly for those that associate with wolves.” Again her gaze drifted to the weapon and the arm attached to it, searching the staff for a tell of movement… or intent to strike. Despite her caution, she allowed herself a soft bout of amusement. “For the sake of keeping another from being branded as such, I would rather keep their name out of it.” And then her ears perked with intrigue as glowing eyes fell upon his slender face with interest. “But it would be an honor to know your name. I am X’yrin, an Exultare to the Nomads and Kozan of Ichika no Ho-en. But you may call me Exultare… or simply X’yrin if you’d like.”

ooc: 419 words.

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Aemon de le Poer · 01-25-2012, 05:22 PM

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lemme know if you want this to go in some.. other direction. he's bein as ass, lol

She didn't fall for his trick, and inwardly, he was disappointed. Aemon should have known better than to try to trick this, but still he had tried. Crimson eyes narrowed at her words. Of course he didn't plan to take the mountains, and Aemon didn't even know if Ezekiel would want them. Their valley lands were perfectly suitable for their lives, but even still, the Vigiles wanted to push her. He wanted her gone, in truth, both for his own sake and for hers. Aemon was deadly with his weapon if he had a moment to aim, and the distance between them was just enough. "You'll have a fight if you want one," he said with a growl, pearly whites flashing in annoyance. Just go, he thought, crimson orbs narrowing on her, not feeling up to a skirmish with the larger, well-muscled woman at all. He glanced over his shoulder a few times, nose to the air, trying to catch a nearby, familiar scent to come calling, but none stood out.

Aemon only grew bolder when she talked of her homeland, and of traitors. So she knows the traitor-girl, he thought, taking a few steps towards her, stalking, staring, hackles raised as he moved through the dying grasses, quiet as the breeze itself. It was logic that kept him away from wolves; they'd killed his mother and slaughtered his friends, why should he give them more chances? And this one, so bold as to lay there and act innocent. She wanted a name? Aemon spat. "You can't have it," he growled, feeling a growing hunger for the prey at her feet. His eyes flashed, wondering if he could be fast enough to take her out and steal her prey in one go. The idea was a bad one, he admitted, and even as he pressed his palm against the Book in his pocket, Aemon knew even He might not be able to protect him from the beastly size she held over him. It just wasn't worth it.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-26-2012, 09:44 AM

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ooc: No worries. A little tension was good for them. They might indeed meet each other again.

Despite what her impressed size would lead one to assume about her, conflict was more so her last, as opposed to first resort no matter how hard she was baited or how hostile the company. While it simply would have been easier to flash her fangs and compel the male to ease his hostilities, such an act would not only go against the impression set by her new home, but would also conflict the teachings of the Exultare. Subduing through force was far too easy and was often the first resort, while patience and thought tended to linger on the wayside. However patience was her first and hopefully only line of defense. To calm through carefully placed words and subduing gesture; that was how she was taught to contest forces like this.

But even with that intensive mental training, she was finding it hard to keep its practice. She had no qualms with this male, with anyone from Inferni and yet she was constantly provoked (oh, she could feel it) into testing her resilience until the tethers of her control snapped eliciting a reaction most unpleasant. Did he want a conflict? It was certainly appearing that way, and at the thought the she-wolf felt her smile wane especially when he would not give her his name.

“Oh,” she mouthed the word with a quiet breath of disappointment. “Well, it would have been nice to have a name to call you should we meet again. But to each their own preference.” Obviously this encounter was getting her nowhere, and if her friend were to arrive it should have been sooner than now to keep this growing debacle from ever happening. Perhaps she just wouldn’t show today. Slowly the large beast pushed herself up to stand, relinquishing possession of the badger as she nudged it toward the silvery male. “Here,” she offered the meat with a disappointed sigh. “I suppose if my friend were to come, they would have done so already. If you don’t mind the catch not being your own, you are more than welcome to have this gift for yourself.” Her amber eyes wandered between the prey as the lithe male silently gauging her chances of leaving this encounter unscathed before taking a bold step away from the border. “I have to return to my duties,” she announced, again braving another step away from the clearly irritated male. “But this was an interesting encounter my friend. Perhaps the next time we meet, you will give me your name.” It was doubtful as it was silly to imply they were meet again, but it was the culture of the Nomads speaking through her. Never speak the word ‘goodbye’ to the living, but wish them will in the hopes to meet them again. There was little doubt in her mind, however, that this particular living being could do without seeing her face again.

Placing more distance between them and leaving the badger as sort of a toll for a safe escape, she bid her farewell in a whisk of her tail then retraced her steps to the foot of the mountains where she knew her mate had been stalking and waiting.

530 words.

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Aemon de le Poer · 01-30-2012, 10:41 PM

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lemme know if you want this to go in some.. other direction. he's bein as ass, lol

Aemon kept his head high, haughty as he observed her abandon her kill. Crimson eyes stared at it, at her, grey brows knotted together as he watched, stalking ever closer through the low grass. He didn't want the food, not after her mouth had touched it. The Vigiles let the rumble in his throat grow louder. Did she think she could buy his appeasement? He wanted her gone, and her chattering was starting to annoy him. None of it merited response, but when she rose, the darker hairs on his neck rose defensively, gaze kept hard on her for any sign of treachery. In spite of her easygoing nature, Aemon was not easily fooled. He expected trickery and deceit from such wolves, and he refused to let her take him as they'd taken his mother.

The smoke-colored coywolf muttered an acidic, "Good riddance," as he watched her go. It almost surprised him to see her retreat without conflict, and some part of him had hoped it would come to a skirmish. He'd been training hard since his arrival, but he'd yet to really test his skill and prove himself to his half-brother.

His posture relaxed as she disappeared, her scent drifting away slowly. Scarlet gaze fell to the carcass, and with a hard, frustrated kick, he showered the blooded badger with dirt and grass, scowling and turning to head back. He may have felt pangs of hunger creeping up on him, but he would never share a meal with a wolf. It would be a sin that Aemon would never cleanse himself of.

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