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Everything about the warrior woman was violent, and now so were the chaotic waves of feelings crashing into shore. She knew anger well, but there had always been ways to channel and eventually terminate it. But not now; not after she had woken up to a conscious existence in the form of the devouring flames of broken bones and the crushing blackness that had fallen over her eyes. Open or closed, she saw nothing anymore. The initial shock and panic had passed a few days ago when she first had woken, but this didn’t feel like a situation that would get more bearable with time. She thought it was the opposite.

And it was driving her insane—chained to this unfamiliar bed with her own body keeping her prisoner, and with no offer of visual stimuli because the world had gone dark around her. Teeth grinded together forcefully, a nasty habit she’s be quick to adapt to once she realized how fucked up everything had become. Her life had always been fucked up, and it was eternally ironic how it kept fucking her over. She’d been emotionally ruined several times over, but now it was physical. How could she crawl her way out of this? It destroyed so much. How could she live if she was unable to move and see?

Although the presence of her children was relatively comforting, she often sent them away so that they wouldn’t have to witness the appearance of the raw dismay that occasionally surfaced, with or without her intent. She wanted to lie here and rot alone. Misery usually loved company, but the broken Triarii wished to be left alone with her grief and darkness.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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Myrika is by Raze!

The pale coyote moved through the dimness of the schoolhouse, frowning at the silence. Kaena was off at the lake, fetching water from a break in the ice Myrika made earlier on in the day. The children were gone, too, and the main hallway of the schoolhouse seemed eerie and empty. The hybrid moved to the doorway and pulled back the leather flap, securing it with the cord of stiffer, darker leather. The last golden light of afternoon then filtered down into the hallway, casting a square of brilliant light into the schoolhouse.

The hybrid opened the opposite door and stepped outside briefly, taking one of the two cooked rabbits she'd strung up from the edge of the overhang earlier in the day. The other was for Halo's children, whenever they returned, and the third had already been eaten by Kaena. Myrika found the old woman had taken to basic cooking easily enough, and it was her scarred grandmother who'd prepared these rabbits. While perhaps slightly more charred than Myri would have liked, they were passable, and the salt seasoning gave them added flavor.

Kaena, although old, had forced herself into usefulness, despite Myrika's protests. Myri was perfectly capable of caring for all the Great Village inhabitants now -- horses, sheep, Kaena, Halo, Amnesty and Oblivion, and whoever else might settle down here eventually, too. They were her own little brood, and the rusty-hued woman had wanted to take care of them as a proper leader, though in truth, she was no more a leader than any other ranked member of Inferni -- Halo was her equal, and by virtue of seniority, her better, too. Still, she wished to be the one they looked up to and therefore she had tried to do everything at first.

Kaena had insisted otherwise, however, and it was for this reason the old woman had taken to the water-gathering as well as the cooking; she spent a fair amount of time tending to Amnesty and Oblivion, as well. She wanted to do more, but Myrika had refused her thus far. She would not have her elderly grandmother breaking a hip tending to the horses or getting stampeded by sheep, though Myri would not admit this to the woman. It would only sour her, and Myri had no intention of causing tension between herself and any other resident of the schoolhouse.

Its innards were beginning to look presentable, as well -- the walls, stripped bare of their crumbling paper documents and other decor, were blank. A display case built into the wall near the entrance, with several shelves that had held nothing at all when Myrika first moved here, was still empty, though Myrika was considering uses for it. It would serve to hold candles and light this part of the hallway, but perhaps there was some more practical purpose for it yet undiscovered.

The tawny coyote stepped back inside the schoolhouse and looked at the display case with disdain, moving past it and to Halo's room. Her door, like the rest within the schoolhouse, was of thick and heavy oak, almost black in the shadows of the schoolhouse. Myrika lifted a hand and knocked, respectful of her housemates' privacy as they were of her own. Though she'd feared being barged in on at first, brusque Kaena and even Amnesty and Oblivion had proven perfectly polite where her privacy was concerned. She'd not yet faced an unwelcome intrusion.

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This was all just so fucking sad. Her broken and splintered bones were not the only areas that ached terribly under her skin. Every day for years, Halo had dedicated hours to keep her body in wonderful shape. And now she was chained to this terrible place while her unused muscles boiled with the absence of movement. She felt extremely miserable – more so than she could remember ever having been, though she probably had at some point. She had always taken her sight for granted, and now the revelation of a continued sightless existence was so frightening.

The quiet yet detectable footsteps approached closer to the door of the room she had been put into, and the auburn warrior stopped grinding her teeth, drew in a deep breath and held the air trapped within expanded lungs. Please walk past.

A soft, compelling knock sounded against the heavy oak door. Halo didn’t bother to ponder what time it was. Muted melodies of free beings with wings and sight rose and sank outside somewhere far away where she couldn’t go. Although it didn’t matter at all, Halo closed her eyes and turned her face away, not even bothering to grimace at the added sting in her broken collar bone. Perhaps silence would drive this intruder away. The silent treatment did not work wonders though, for sometimes people entered anyway. Fucking fucks. Here she lied broken and sick, and they couldn’t even honour her wishes and leave her the fuck alone.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi


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Myrika is by me!

There was no answer to her knock. The tawny woman stood there hesitantly, waiting for a response, and when none came, her ears pressed nearly flat into her thick mop of mahogany hair. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, contemplating a second knock. Perhaps Halo was sleeping, though -- if this was the case, Myrika did not wish to wake her. Still, she had to eat -- food was strength, and Halo would not regain hers unless she ate.

Against her better instincts, the hybrid turned the tarnished brass handle and pushed open the door, the wood groaning against the frame. Perhaps one or the other had warped from long years of neglect and misuse -- whatever the case, it was good, for some of the doors were missing handles and did not stay closed without assistance. The door of her shop was one such door, and she had a medium-sized stone just inside the door for this precise reason.

Her long skirt swished against her legs. The thin and supple leather felt nice, and she enjoyed the hell out of having pockets. They were about the most useful thing ever invented, Myrika thought, and she had taken to wearing the skirt aroung the village for precisely this reason. One downfall of it, however, came when she tried to ride a horse -- wide and flowing as it was, it still made sitting a saddle difficult. She'd have to try again with a different material, or perhaps a different length. It was good to cover her body, she thought.

Halo faced away from her, and the hybrid hesitated once inside, creeping forward a moment later. The rabbit still dangled from her hand, and the hybrid contemplated just setting it down and running away. It was easier that way -- it was always easier to avoid confrontation, wasn't it? To do so was not liege to her friend, however; the mahogany-haired woman knew this without a doubt. So she did set the rabbit down and placed a hand on Halo's shoulder, the touch feather-light as not to startle her into wakefulness. Halo? she murmured.

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