Rain had decided to venture forth and find someone that would want his crafts. He had left Sam a note and left with Lux on the back of Keno. He had loaded the stallion with as much stuff as he and the horse could carry and left Anathema to a different pack close by. He hoped to trade some of his jars and things, maybe give them away to who ever needed them. He had so much stuff just waiting to be taking in his den. It wasn't being taken by his pack mates so he figured that he might as well find someone who would want the stuff.
He traveled for a few hours and came upon a packs boarders. He howled his presence and gave a sleeping Lux a gentle lick. She had grown so much and he had grown rather fond of the child. He loved her like his own even though he knew she was a hybred. She looked up at him sleepily and yipped softly, her large ears swiveling as they took in her surroundings. She looked up at him and smiled softly. She liked meeting new people.
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sswm 1745. Sorry for monsterpost. You only have to read the last three paragraphs, really :3
The woman had woke up to meet the dark dawn, like every early morning, and after her usual hours of training, the woman had chosen to withdraw back inside of the once so majestic mansion in the southern area of the clan’s precious lands. Come spring, and there would be need for maintenance, the warrior decided as her palm brushed against the well-used banister, and there was the slight pain as the softness of the sensitive skin there was invaded by a modest splint from the old wood. A shallow frown drew up to dance about lips guarding the fine rows of pearly white teeth, but it was a laughable pinpoint of pain. Turning her palm upwards, her calm eyes decided that the splinter hadn’t jumped all the way in under her pale skin, and to remove the unknown piece of what been just a small part of an actual tree once brought only a drop of her precious red blood.
Salmon tongue leaped out between her dark lips to capture the taste; unwilling to curl her fingers and leave the inside of her palm stained slight read. She flicked the splinter away somewhere in the main hall next to where she stood, before she decided to continue her lazy climb up the stairs. While the hybrid’s growing children could be considered to be early birds themselves, they were an as accomplished as she. For years now, Halo had risen to meet the early morning, and in the darker season of the cold winter, she awoke hours before the sun. But the lovely faced woman was gifted with wondrous eyes, and it had never occurred to her that the lack of proper lighting was unbearable while she trained on her usual spot in the overgrown back garden. Every morning at the same time, and that was her little secret that granted her such shapely body. Slightly rounded, feminine curves to speak of her gender, and behind the exotic, silky hues of coppery hues lay hard-packed muscle. The Triarii was a canine petite in appearance, but she was outrageously strong for her size. Her fellow clan members knew, as well as many of the dead heads set to guard the Infernian borders with their empty eye sockets.
Opening the door slightly to sneak through the sparse space, scarlet shades immediately drew to the bed that was placed against the left wall in the middle of the room. Light had finally begun to bloom outside, and carefully, the woman stalked over to the window, making certain to avoid stepping on areas of the wooden floors that had been known to crack in protest to her modest weight. Old human houses were noisy, but she had lived her for so long and knew how to make her way through the large, hollow building without making a sound. This advantage held her above the rest of the mansion’s inhabitants. Fingers on both pale gloved hands rose to brush her heavy locks of auburn fully away from her face, as she peered out through thick layers of transparent plastic. All the mansion’s remaining windows had been shattered and blown apart during the blizzard that had swept through the lands soon one year ago. Halo had always been fond of the light her two windows had offered, and had come up with an acceptable backup for the broken glass. The plastic wasn’t perfectly transparent as glass might be, but it was enough to get a fair taste of the light once daylight hit these lands.
Returning to her bed and the lightly snoring children, she lay down beside their growing forms and let kind, maternal fingers idly brush through the pristine pelt of her little princess. How fine they were; flawless and precious beyond anything. Harmonizing colouration blooming from the combined hues of their parents, with matching eyes. Had their father been present in these lands, she doubted the rest of the clan had struggled with guessing who had helped her create these two lives. But it wouldn’t be natural for others to draw such crude conclusions, for the Lykoi blood ran thick in this clan and its members, and it was only natural for a child to inherit features seen in those one generation older than their mother and father. It was such a shame that the insane man wasn’t here to see what she had given him. The hybrid wasn’t certain if he would have cared at all about having fathered two more children amongst the growing horde, but she considered her legacy far superior to the more common trash that had come from countless rapes. They were all Lykoi in name, but that was just not good enough.
It wasn’t until midday that the woman finally decided to exit the mansion, again without the children. Soon, she would finally take them to the border and teach them about the importance of never crossing without an adult’s supervising eyes, but not now. She was horribly protective of her precious young ones, and with the increased chance of meeting hostility on the skull-lined borders, she couldn’t force herself to seriously consider bringing the children along with her unless she found no one to take care of them and the trip to the marked territory line was mandatory. It had yet to happen though, and she kept them around the house, to the children’s dismay. Oh, Halo knew she was overdoing it, but she couldn’t help it.
The sheathed sword rested in her hand for some moments before she strapped it on to her strong back; getting it out of the way for now. It had also proven to be favourable to hide the slender blade away for as long as possible if she was met with troublesome wolves. There was always the increased risk of trouble doers by the borders, but after the arrival of Symera, the young wolf that the Triarii had more or less unofficially adopted, fresh wolf heads had been impaled on top of newly sharpened sticks. The clan’s ways were well known to the wolf population in ‘Souls, and perhaps those who came to ridicule the coyote clan arrived with just a little death wish? Halo didn’t mind at all, for she was a creature that prospered in battle and found pleasure in violence. She was a fiery thing, with some angered fire always eating away her insides, and nothing felt better than to see her gleaming sword dive deeply through another’s skin and flesh.
The well-worn silk with the golden dragon against the red, eastern sky waved lightly in the muted breeze. Beneath the beautiful woman’s steady footsteps cracked the unbroken surface of last night’s new snow. She was splendid colours against the white and black of the winter scene they were set in, and easy to spot as she slowly patrolled along the fine lined borders, broken only by the grinning wolf skulls. As she passed each deceased wolf, subtle fingers leaped to brush against the top of a weatherworn skull, cracked and intact alike. Her beautiful guardians. Which one of these was her half-sibling? The scarlet eyed woman knew that it was here, somewhere, but once fur, skin and flesh rotted off, they all looked the same, and could not be distinguished.
But then, large, coyote ears were forced to stand attention on top of the female’s lovely head. The call belonged to a wolf, no doubt, for it did not have the cut, yipping characteristic that made it coyote. A stranger and a wolf. The corners of the cruel woman’s lips slowly curved, and the claws on her fingers scraped without kindness against the skull of a long deceased canine. Her form found purpose at once, and her pleasant stroll turned into something much more agile. As the unknown male had called out for members of the clan, it was expected that she wouldn’t come sneaking up on him. And she wouldn’t, for what use was there to even try when she was a moving dot of splendid colour against the pale, snowy landscape? She was quick and deadly, and there were other ways to deal with unpleasantness. Sneaking up with a sword in hand would have cut the moment short anyway, had she been successful, and that would have been rather dull, now wouldn’t it?
It was hard to detect him against the white. The wolf held shades unfavourable to her. White and gray. But once her ruby lit eyes had found his form, they stayed locked to their target. Thin dark lips had long lost their unconscious smile, and now instead withdrew to offer the trespasser a long glimpse of her sharp teeth. The nameless man’s scent was drawn in by hungry nostrils, and he lost favour immediately as she recognized the scent of his pack. Months had stretched long and made news old, but Inferni had lost at least one of their members by the Anatheman borders. The clan member that had been lost had been stupid and worthless in Halo’s eyes, but it didn’t make it all right for anyone to end his life. Especially not if they weren’t offered a wolf’s life in return. The black pupils in her blood-red eyes shrank as she pondered these thoughts, hungrily.
And the pale man was not alone. It was easy for her to guess him to be some sort of a trader. What a fool. This meant free stuff for everyone, right? Scarlet hues washed over the stallion. The horse was fully loaded with wares, and would because of this be easier to take down, and if it was to try to run away, she was fairly confident she would be able to catch up, as the herbivore was carrying a rather heavy load. And he had even brought a child. Halo’s own children could get to play with its skull after she was done with it.
”What is your purpose for showing your ugly face here?” the woman growled, not caring to cloak her open hostility. Her clawed fingers flexed with rude intent, but she wasn’t about to go in for her first kill yet.
occ: sorry for the wait. I had to think about what to write like really hard. Fail post -_-
Rain let Lux out of her sack to play, her little coywolf body sliding over the ice as he waited for someone to greet him. He took in her features, noticing the coyote in her. Her muzzle was slender the that of a wolf and her ears wide and large. She didnt have the overly large paws of a wolf but she was cute either way. When she came running back to his sitting form he took notice to the blue that he hoped would stay changing to a red. He cuddled her close as she licked him and giggled before bounding off again.
He was startled by a woman's voice behind him. He stood and submitted to her, not wanting any trouble. "I am just a humble trader. People in my pack didn't want what I create so I came in search of a pack that would. If I... LUX NO!" he yelled as Lux ran up to the woman and pawed at her foot playfully. "Are you going to be my new friend? Daddy says that we came to make friends and trade. I don't have many friends at home. Who are you? I am Lux. Will you play with me? she asked as her tail swept the snow as she sat at the woman's feet and looked up into her scarlet eyes.
"Lux baby girl, come to daddy. I am so sorry madame. I need to teach my daughter manners. Lux your trespassing. Come to daddy," he said as Lux started to run back to him. He was so scared this woman was hostile and he couldn't risk his daughters life because he foolishly thought he could trade with a different pack.
WC → 000 ::Jumping in...Hope you don't mind...Crap shit post...So so so sorry.
The day had started peaceful and most to say, uneventful. He hadn't seen his siblings for a long time since his residency within the clan. Jacinto's thoughts every so often would drift to the beautiful female he had met days past, Omni her name was. Of course there always was a flip side. She was the type that many men seemed to want, and sometimes they'd have. He was just a friend to her, nothing more or less it seemed. It was very hard to ignore, he wanted her as his own. The male traipsed around the spacious Mansion, utterly alone and quiet. He had forgotten his guitar in his room, the old object was gathering dust, something that brought guilt upon the lanky hybrid. A long howl cut through the air, the man froze in his tracks. Coyotes seldom howled, the long mournful sound was not the norm for Inferni. He left the Mansion with much haste, taking to the undergrowth and trees as he left. He jogged easily in his bipedal form, finding that it made him at least a bit taller and less...petite. Fiery eyes caught sight of wintry and storm loud grey fur, also not normal tones. A sigh escaped the corner of his muzzle as he walked slowly to the form before him just a ways away. As his eyes adjusted more to the large figure, he felt gloom as his eyes fell upon a child. A woman was already there confronting the stranger, the male wolf spoke and the child slipped from his control. Who knew what would be next, the female didn't seem like the type to want to cuddle up to a wolf's offspring. Jacinto himself didn't hate wolves, but it wasn't known to others within the clan, his fear of being a traitor kept him from wanting to slip up and say something. He slowly sauntered up and stood beside the woman with the dazzling ruby eyes. Jacinto's own reddish orbs reached the blues of the wolf's sending a clear "You better get out of here." The essence of death was clear around Inferni, the skulls of unfortunate souls, the blood splashed into the soil reaching to the tallest trees roots to the tiny lichens. This canine's life would be very very horrible to see his child killed. Crossing his arms in front of him, the hybrid offered a curt "What's going on here?" The wolf had done no wrong yet, passing into the lands would be a stupid and unfortunate ending mistake. He had brought a child, still the male glanced a silent flee. Don't come back...not with your child. He glanced to the female who stood slightly hostile, probably some relative of his in some way. His promise to Ezekiel reminded the smallish Lykoi man that he would fight for the clan if this stranger showed signs of aggression, this was his home and the man wouldn't hesitate to protect it.
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:C sorry for making it difficult for you.
Just a humble trader, he said, though she thought he seemed more like a humble idiot. Who the fuck would show up by a territory, whose borders were lined up with wolf skulls, with a kid? The puppy was a dimwit as well, no doubt, for the thing ran up to her immediately, reaching out to paw at her foot. Playful or not, it was a disgusting excuse of life, so unlike the beautiful children she was mother to. As the stupid puppy vomited stupid words, Halo’s foot darted in a powerful kick, intending to throw the piece of crap far away from her glorious figure.
The coyote grimly grimaced at the trader, her lovely fur puffed up with her vibrating resentment. Another canine decided to join them then, and the scene could have turned violent right there if it hadn’t been for Inferni’s bold claim in the man’s scent. Another member of the clan, one of many nameless these days. ”Good,” the woman uttered, dryly. Scarlet hues turned to the new arrival, and she broke her grimace only for a moment to serve her fellow Lykoi a sweet little smile. ”Secure his wares. If the horse becomes a problem, kill it.”
Then the cruel woman turned to the wolf and his child. Wouldn’t Amnesty love a child’s skull to play with? Her hand leaped up over her shoulder and returned with the elegant blade that already had killed so many. ”I’ll take care of these two.” Her smile still lingered on top of sweet lips, though the nature of the gentle curve had turned wicked and cruel.
here comes nervous Jacinto...-cries- i made a shit post
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Jacinto watched carefully with the back of his neck bristling slightly in both fear and in a protective aggression that he never knew he held. Being the weaker of Helotes' siblings he never got into disputes or sparred with others. The smile flashed from his beautiful relative was sugary and sweet, but it held undertones of brutality and danger, much like a test to the Lykoi to obey and not be a sappy weakling. Her commands were said, take the wares and seize them from the stranger. She had kicked at the child and the man found himself inwardly yelping at the aggression shown, but he made no sound and quietly watched as the cinnamon woman pulled a beautifully curved weapon from her back. He nodded to the female, slowly walking towards the horse and reaching to grab things. But his attention was on the strangers. He walked back to the trio and stood between his armed cousin and the wolf. "We don't need more bloodshed. This stranger hasn't done anything to hurt Inferni. But if he comes back..." His voice was hard and flat, his body not as relaxed. One fist was raised threateningly, as if to scare off the wolf. "Get out of here. Take your kid and beat it. Inferni doesn't need wolves, even if you offer good wares or trinkets. We're a strong clan and we intend to keep it that way. We don't trust your kind." In a way, it was pretty harsh, but it was much safer than getting your head hocked off by a katana. "Leave."
