I'll teach you how to play
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sswm 503. Set the day after she's met Jazper ;3 She's trailing the southern borders.

The nasty confrontation with the alpha had left her with only one significant injury. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a physical one. It was her pride that had taken a blow, as it hadn’t in quite some time now. Years on the higher end of the clan’s strict hierarchy had allowed her to nurture her arrogance and self-importance, and so it had been a cruel blow to the face to be met with a similar arrogance on the wolf pack’s plain borders. She usually looked down on her subject, as well as everyone else she happened to meet during her short and few travels outside of the coyote clan’s lands. She knew that it was it was her unofficial duty to bow down when she traced the scented lines of another group’s claim of lands, no matter the rank the individual held, but she wasn’t accustomed to modesty and submission, and it didn’t come naturally to her at all. And if it didn’t come naturally, it didn’t come at all unless it was forced upon her through violence or exceptional reasoning.

The female, beautiful by most standards despite her obvious coyote appearance, still walked with her chin high. She had returned to the borders today, unwilling to creep away into a dark corner to lick her invisible wounds. It wasn’t her style, and she wouldn’t allow a mere stranger to step on her without dealing out consequence. It wasn’t her right to do so, but oh, she did it anyway. She wasn’t looking for added trouble, but she wouldn’t be chased away this easily. But instead of stomping around with anger seething on her fair face, she travelled past the point where she had met this pack’s giant of a leader. He could banish her from his lands, she was fine with that, but it was her right to travel along the stinky line if she willed it so. It would be an advantage to her in the future to know which areas started their claim. Dahlia de Mai had laid claim to these areas once, but the new pack had drawn up their lines differently. At least it seemed the land the new pack held was smaller than the disbanded giant before them. Greedy bastards!

She now roamed along the pack’s southern borders, headed towards the west and the unfamiliar lands beyond. It wasn’t too long ago that she had followed her Aquila and a handful of people to execute a silent raid inside the wolf tribe’s home, but she wasn’t intent on making the same long journey a second time without a reason. She just followed her feet’s desire to wander, and while she knew she should be back home with her children for now, she didn’t turn and head home. She wanted a fuller taste of this freedom before it was time to toss in the towel.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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Morning had come and gone in a flourish of colors that lit up the white and black world they now lived in. Again it had snowed overnight and Lorenzo found himself with the job of clearing the snow from the roof less its excess weight cause the courthouse to collapse around their ears, he did this without direction from anyone but simply a will to contribute off of his own back. It took him hardly any time at all to clear the snow away and soon he found himself without anything to do. Since the talk with Gunnar the boy man had felt a lot less tension running through him, still there was some vestiges of anger there but.. it would be childish to continue to be petty.

Instead he decided to remove himself from any possibility of running into the pair and left the village in search of more remote and quiet areas. He took his flute with him as well for therapeutic purposes and his slingshot with its supply of small stones in case the opportunity to hunt came along. He didn't walk particularly quickly instead adopting a slow lounging pace that made the trees crawl by his mismatched gaze. Eventually he found a nice spot that looked out onto a few miles of land, it was within close range of the borders and Enzo had no idea of the caramel colored coyote female that was approaching him from a distance away. Had he known who she was and known where she was from and her personality he would have most likely sent her packing in the same manner his father had done, Casa di Cavalieri were supposed to protect against the types of people that she stood with but alas he did not know, nor had he seen Jazper the night before to learn of his violent encounter.

A flicker of movement crossed his eyes, a flash of off white against pristine snow and Enzo's slingshot was out in a moment's notice, firing rapidly at the pair of rabbits that had made a dash for safety. One was struck and fell into the snow, the other managed to get some distance between itself and its now dead companion before Enzo managed to strike that one down too. In the space of ten seconds, two lives extinguished by himself. The man made the effort to move from his spot and collect his prize for having the skill to catch them. Annan's words of advice to keep practicing were encouraging. He did not overly feel the pangs of hunger in his stomach and despite the fact that he could put away much much more than just two rabbits Lorenzo felt that he would probably only eat one of them. Maybe he could gift the other to a pack member? Or Fia if he came across her.

He tore apart the carcass of the one he had chosen with precision, it was still warm from life and the failed dash for it's life and the crimson liquid slid down his throat with ease. The taste of prey was different from the taste of wolf and kin, that made all the difference. The small body was demolished quickly and soon all that remained of the rabbit was it's bones, skull and a smear of blood on the grass where he had laid it. The bones he maybe could carve into something or give them to someone who could carve them into useful things. The skull was an unusual thing to keep but he thought that maybe Juliet would like it to paint if not then he could always get rid of it. The male quickly cleaned his hands and chest of the blood splatters and soon was presentable once again.

Today the boy had left his baseball cap and jeans at home, finding a simple pleasure in walking about in just his fur. He was not as far humanized as some of the others who found shame in being without clothes, he liked them merely for their look, his fur covered any important bits and pieces so he didn't worry about others seeing him sans clothes. He settled back down into a comfortable position now and brought the flute to his, blowing softly into the wooden instrument he started up a quiet happy tune that jumped and skittered as though a live animal. A small tribute to the rabbits that had just fed him with their bodies. Like the easily scared and timid creatures the music ran back and forth with high pitches and tones in an imitation of their spirits.

After that his music changed into a deep and sombre tone, well as deep as a flute could get at least. Another song about the ocean and his wander lust to explode it's hidden depths. Again imitating the topic it was describing the music was slow and rolling with short busts of activity.
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sswm 463.

Her feminine form didn’t tremble with the resentment she quickly had started to develop for the pack, whose borders she relentlessly traced. Even she had the wits to be careful with portraying too much of a hostile act. This would naturally not be the case if the same dark man was returned with the purpose to chase her off. Was he to arrive, she would offer him a set of crocodile teeth and a promise to let his blood pool on top of snow to melt it. A pleasant inhale sounded as she lingered with such mental images of beauty. There was an own tranquillity to stand above an unmoving corpse, whose hot life blood steamed on top of the frozen ground.

Violent thoughts that wished for the wolf’s death drifted away though, for instead a melody approached to calm her simple anger. Although her ears appreciated the soft sounds of the unfamiliar instrument, it didn’t bring her much comfort. It brought her certainty that she risked finding conflict with another wolf, and again there would be the possibility to have a hostile individual to call down the entire pack on her. Such were the risks when wandering so close to inhabited areas. This pride would one day be the end of her. But not today. Arrogance didn’t allow her to fear something could actually happen to her.

Reluctant to follow common sense, her feet didn’t turn away from her path. If she was to happen to run into this being, so be it. The scent of blood teased her senses, but black pupils embraced by splendidly pigmented irises quickly noticed the remaining bones after a recent meal. Her focus turned to the young man quickly enough though, for though he seemed peaceful with the flute in his hands, serving harmonic melodies, the copper coated coyote hybrid struggled not to feel intimidated by his unusual size. She had thought the male yesterday to be of a monstrous, but if he was to stand up, she believed this male was taller still.

She could regret having approached him now, but it wasn’t in her character to dart away if by chance he’d be able to outmatch her. Her sword was sharp and could bite deep into his flesh, and raw muscle was nothing against a lithe, trained fighter such as herself. She was certain she had every advantage but size. Alertness existed within the scarlet colour of her eyes, but she wouldn’t draw forth cat-like claws before he gave her reason to. Didn’t have to be a good one. Instead, soft lips brought forth a feminine smile, designed to seduce those who fell for an attractive frame and a pretty face.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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Unlike the beautifully packaged monster of a woman that was stalking towards his person, Lorenzo took a great comfort in his music Such a sense of peace that he found that he let his bi toned eyes wander closed and soft lashes rest against his cheeks as he played. Letting the sound flow over him and breath life into his soul. It also managed to curb some of his longing to explore the depths of the oceans, feeling as though by playing his song he was somehow transporting a part of himself there to swim within the blue toned behemoth of water. The boy was calm for now, ignorant of the raging thought paths that she was taking, her lust to spill his own father's blood and watch it melt into the snow so prettily, turning virgin white to bloodied crimson. Emerald and purple contained pupils contracted as the man opened them back up to view the world again.

And was almost startled by the sudden appearance of a warm colored beauty. All that gave away his surprise was a blink of dusty eyelids and a tilt of the head to the left ever so slightly. Had he met her before Juliet he would have said she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, obviously hybrid within her looks and her colorings were almost exotic, himself being an almost even tone all over, any variation of color was different for him. But as luck would have it he had not and so Juliet remained unsurpassed within his eyes and the majority of the dangerous power she could have held over him, stemming from her ploy of looks drained away into the ground, he blinked again and his eyes wandered to the sheath that was attached to her back, there was nothing wrong with a woman carrying a weapon after all, she had every right to protect herself but a small feeling of ill ease settled in his stomach as the man fluidly rose himself to his entire eight foot four inch height from the ground, various joints of his cracking somewhat loudly as they popped back into place.

She smiled at him then, a woman's smile and he found himself returning her gesture of seemingly agreement, a soft and almost reluctant curl of the lips settling into place. She would not draw her sword if he did not make moves to attack her, he could deal with that, not that he had planned on attacking her unless she did something to provoke it. His arms crossed themselves over his chest and he looked down upon her from his giant height,

"Can ah help yoo wihth samthing?" As always his accent was prominent but still understandable. The star upon her chest was an interesting design and he idly wondered what it was that it stood for, a gang perhaps? Or some important memory to herself. On the floor nearby the body of the remaining dead rabbit lay next to his forgotten flute and slingshot.
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A smile for a smile, simple and spoken in an universal language. His face was younger and softer than that of the black man she had angered so easily the day before today. She ought to have felt so eternally small before him, but her confidence had been earned through experience. More to cut, little more. But right now was no time to voice or act on cruel intentions. She was an innocent, darling little creature at this moment, not especially eager to pull the switch.

Large, silky ears bobbed as his rich and rather unique accent rose with an expected question. He couldn’t help her—no one could. But she kept smiling her sweet smile, shrugging athletic shoulders as she looked up at the male. ”You play beautifully,” sweet tones noted, sprinkled with honey. A creamy palm rose, slowly, to brush against her cheek, and she looked away every now and then, too aware of how her ruby lit eyes seemed to wander along his masculine appearance.

Creating music was a skill as well, though that was not what she was used to in the clan lands. She had never had the time to learn anything but the cold, merciless truth of war.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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A darling creature she was but there was savageness within her body, a danger lurking beneath the sunset gaze that only increased the sour feeling within his stomach. Still one did not act upon faint feelings, whispered insinuations and unproven accusations. There was a cold truth in knowing the sword at her back had tasted blood, lupine blood, before and would do so again, and Lorenzo was suddenly all too aware that if he did not step carefully then it would be his own life fluid painting the snow from the attack of the feral woman. His size whilst usually a help could be very easily turned against him and used as a hindrance, none of his internal battle showed on his face which had settled into a quiet curiosity.

What strange lands had she come from with her aura of pain and suffering. Dusty fur prickled and itched and the male fought the urge to scratch at his arms. He knew little to nothing of the blood bathed lands of Inferni not far away from these very same borders. But he would most likely figure them out soon enough. His head dipped slightly at her compliment and dual eyes flickered to follow the quick movement of her ears, a reflex of being drawn to the jerking audits.

"Thank yee. Ah play most dayees tah keep in practise." Curse his social awkwardless as he immediately came up with an astounding amount of nothing to continue with after that. Only after a few seconds of silence did he resume speaking,

[color=Do yee play anitheeng?"[/color] An innocent question, if they could keep things impersonal then maybe both of them would survive this encounter unharmed and relatively entertained. She would return to her lair of bones and he to his family, alive and well.
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Practise was important to excel and maintain every kind of skill. But why would one spend time to develop the ability to do something as useless as this? Halo was a child of war and trauma, and was unfortunately unable to see the potential in the finer qualities of being able to create music. She could live on with her life without the sweet tunes of unnatural music. Whenever she looked for song, she could listen to the ocean or the breeze travelling through the whispering forests. Not that she ever did this. She didn’t know how to enjoy life the same way others did. Thankfully, she didn’t know what she was missing out on.

She kept her nod and her smile, unmoving apart of her fleeting pupils; still sizing him up somewhat. She didn’t laugh out loud as he served his innocent question. ”Not really, no,” she grinned, though she liked to think that she participated in creating art as she slashed through flesh and sinew and spilled glorious red upon the ground. But was this male just another gentle giant. There was such promise in such size and stature, but some canines were content with peace. Perhaps she too could have been if she had been born a wolf, and not a child of two worlds. She had made her choice, and racism has infested her early, and mostly because of the way she had been treated. She wasn’t the kind to turn the other cheek.

”My special talent is to kill others,” she continued, honest and blunt, though wearing the same innocent appearance.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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