and i don't even need your love;

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-07-2012, 07:08 PM

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ooc; this is set a few days after the second strike, in that post she is to kill endre so the sword she looted from him. she is still wounded, pretty much everywhere tho lol.

The series of events that had unfolded a few days prior had Emmanuelle seeking comfort within herself, and the female had spent most of her day traveling through her packlands, scouting the area that she wasn't familiar with. Her lynx kits had been left in her room, with plenty of food and water to last them through the day for she wasn't going to be home until later that evening. The day itself was beautiful, the sun shone prominently over the Inferni clan lands and a slight, spring breeze ruffled the yearlings coat as she walked through the tall grasses. Soon her path went from the grasslands to the rocky coast that hades beach rested on.

The spring breeze gave way to a stronger wind, one that rolled off the ocean waters and through the females beautiful wheat colored hair, clearing her nasal passages and her other senses as well. Her day had been peaceful thus far, but her mind had been busy, still caught in the thralls of war. Her pelt had been long cleaned of the blood that had splattered over the female as she slit the throat of her attacker, but every time she closed her mis-matched eyes the scene echoed in her vision and she felt the liquid staining her pelt all over again. The female had been so caught up in her blood lust she had even surprised herself with her next, gruesome actions.

The need to add to the packs borderland was so strong that she had decapitated the males head without a second thought, looking into his lifeless eyes before taking the rest of the day cleaning the entrails of the skull to make it white and clean. The skull she carried with her now, and as she neared the water she dropped it in the rocky sand, intending to take it to their more sparse borders to leave there as testament to her victory. It felt strange, actually knowing she had killed. Normally she would have been distressed, due to her peace-loving ways, but after the very first attack the sun child had changed, for the better or for the worse she didn't know - it was just very apparent that she had.

Her feet traveled over the rocky sands and soon she was at the edge of the water, her arms loosely at her sides as her gaze looked blankly over the waters. Rage began to bubble up from her gut and her slender fingers bunched into two fists, an angry expression settling on her face. The sword that hung loosely from her hip was released from it's sheath, one that she had finished making this morning. The woman held it up, scrutinizing it from every angle, knowing that this was the sword of her attacker and she had killed him with it. It was her trophy from her kill, and she tried balancing it in her palms, beginning to swing it lightly, trying to get a better form with it.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 04-10-2012, 06:59 AM

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bad post is bad, sowwy / +yo numbah!

Scratches littered his body, deep wounds and brush marks all the same. They'd never scar truly at least, even the thick blade wound to his waist. It was bandaged roughly, something Ana did while tending to him. In truth she seemed to have done a great job, washing the wound out with rock salt and warm water. She'd begged him to stay in, but he hadn't stating he had better things to do that mope around in the mansion. Sepirah was busy, tending to her own wounds and so her decided not to visit her and put her out any more. He'd walked to the stables to retrieve Allez, the pale stallion shifting uncomfortably in his stall. It seemed he knew about the recent goings on and it had hit him hard. 'Hush...' the Spaniard hissed, as the stallion neigh in protest, dragging him out of his stall by his thick mane. 'I have places to be....'

He rode up the beach, giving the stallion a good workout. Finally the pale creature seemed to calm down, riding with strong hoof beats across the cold sand of Inferni. He slowed down however on seeing another being, fearing it was another raider. Angel however, dismounted, knowing it wasn't, only that Emmanuelle girl. 'Buenos dias, senyoreta' he said approaching with an easy pace. His black cowl hood fluttered in the wind, the strands of black fringe sticking out beyond the pointed rim.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-17-2012, 01:31 AM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; sorry for the wait.

The coywolf woman wasn't alone for long, soon the yearling sensed another approaching in the distance. She saw him long before he arrived, and she turned in his direction, watching the impressive stallion carrying his dark rider approach her. They slowed to a stop and she watched silently as he dismounted, nodding in greeting to his foreign greeting. She had been all over Canada but unfortunately had not picked up any other languages other then high-speech english. Her mis-matched eyes traveled up and down his form, a sly smile unusual for the girl settling on her muzzle. Dipping her head, she greeted him as well. " Good Morning, I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you. "

" My name is Emmanuelle Brenna... How is your ride going? " She asked, gesturing to his pale steed, her gaze glittering and curious. Horses were still strange to her, the only ones she had seen were the raiding wolves horses and Myrikas, if she had recalled correctly. The sword hung lazily from her side, her fingers loose on the handle of it. In a friendly gesture she sheathed her new weapon, the weight of the steel still feeling strange in her hand, a small shiver racing down her spine as she recalled the time she had taken to clean the blood off of the cold metal, almost slicing her fingers in the process. Her bow was a less dangerous object, used correctly one might even say it was deadlier then the sword, but the feel of it wasn't as harsh, she used it for hunting mostly and practice, where as the sword was meant for killing.

The dark male in front of her seemed intimidating, and she stood quietly as she memorized her features, taking a long while too look at his appearance and she smiled softly to herself. He was a good looking male. Suddenly she felt self-conscious about her various wounds and crossed her arms over her chest, gazing at the ground.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 05-05-2012, 07:25 AM

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tis np ^^/ +yo numbah!

This girl was pretty, something there was no denying. But as his blue eyes trailed over her face, he remember Maria. And that he did not deserve to think that was. Because after all, it had been his fault. Well, not really, but he blamed himself and as of such he believed it was his fault and the whole incident could have been entirely prevented. But even so, he though, it was only looking. Perhaps his gaze didn't have to be out of lust. But well masked admiration for natural architecture. Either way she was a pretty girl. 'My name is Angel' he said gently, a quaint reminder that, despite his height and un coyote like mass, he was nothing to fear. 'Angel Fabregas i Reus' he repeated, using his full name for effect, letting his tongue roll over the Latin sounds with a heavy Catalan accent, darker and deeper than accents from Sevilla and the capital for instance.

'It would be going better if I did not have to watch my back constantly' he admitted casually, watching the waters and squinting against the white reflection. Angel watched her attempt to cover herself up by crossing her arms and smile gently. While he was covered in a plethora of scratches, and under the thick black pelt bruises too, he'd long since gotten over the shyness of ones mortality. But women were different, vainer and perhaps it wasn't so bad after all.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-08-2012, 04:27 AM

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Emma nodded at his words, agreeing with them completely. " I feel the same way.. These attacks have been the first battles I have ever taken part in.. " She admitted to the shadow of male before her, discomfort evident on her face. Her hands rested on her arms as she frowned, not enjoying the memories that flashed through her mind at that very instant. She turned away from him, but gestured with a swing of her muzzle that he should join her. Her bi-colored gaze settled on the swells of the water that crashed against the shore line, the salt in the air tasted on her tounge as she exhaled. " What I want to know is why.. " The woman whispered, her voice low but just loud enough for him to hear if he was paying attention. Setting her jaw, her eyes dipped to the ground as she shifted, drawing in the sand with her toes idly.

Turning back to him, she smiled, trying to erase the depressing thoughts from her still young, still sunny mind. " Well Angel, why are you out riding alone? Shouldn't you have a pretty lady escorting you places. " She teased, trying to lighten the mood that had settled like dust between them, her tail swaying lightly behind her.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 05-08-2012, 07:13 AM

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'I've seen worse' Angel commented idly, twisting Allez's thick mane in between his fingers. 'These have made the mistake of being obvious when the scout. I've seen massacres, in which they send shadows to opposing borders' Angel mouth twitched downwards, 'And they don't come where everyone is awake and ready to fight, they come with the night. Their victims have no chance...' His voice was kept even as he spoke, but there was something strange in his eyes, some thing sombre. 'We have a chance and we will win' he concluded with a smile, patting the horse's neck. 'This is Allez, by the way' he said, pulling the horses head to face the woman.

'My belief is that they are corrupt, they want their own way' he said, licking his lips idly. And men without restraint are dangerous things, dangerous things indeed' he sighed, 'But as you can imagine they can also be stopped easily'. He was speaking for partial experience, he knew little of packs but plenty of business skirmishes. Her next question caught him by surprised, 'A pretty lady? Not so fortunate, I'm afraid' he replied, smiling. White teeth breaking up the coal of his fur perfectly.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-18-2012, 12:58 AM

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Chocolate-hued ears flicked in his direction, her gaze remaining on the ocean as she listened to what he had to say. A deep frown had settled on her maw, imagining just what the other had seen in his life. Had it been hard for him? To see these massacres? Emma was more fortunate then that, she had run and hidden herself away from all the conflict of the world until she arrived here, but traveling across so many provinces was a feat in itself. She knew what to look for to avoid battles, and no scar had marred her hide until the first attack. Her tail twitched behind her, feeling her scars tingle as the idle chatter continued about the impending attacks. A quick sigh exited her maw, and she turned back to face the dark male as he introduced her to his horse.

" That sounds horrible. Maybe it makes me a coward, but I am glad I haven't been a part of such strife in my life thus far. I like to believe we all have good in us, weather it's blatantly obvious or buried deep down, I like to think that it's there. These sorts of things make me doubt the world, but I suppose I am niave in that way. " A smirk pulled at her lips, toying her age in her mind. The hybrid was young, but she still felt aged somehow. Not everybody was like her, they didn't bask in the rays of the light as she did. Emmanuelle was a sun-child through and though, and she would always be that way. Still innocent and carefree, but more aware of how things really were in Souls and other parts of the world. A smile replaced the smirk, softening her features as she hesitated, then reached forward to gentle caress the horses face. He was a beautiful animal, but one she was unfamiliar with.

" I'm afraid I don't know much about your friend there.. " A low laugh escaped her lips as her fingers lightly brushed the equines face before withdrawing them. " This is the first time I have ever touched one. " She admitted, heat seeping up into her fur-covered cheeks. How childish did she sound in front of the more aged, mature male. Her tail began to sway lightly behind her, this wasn't so bad. Though it had been brief so far, she was enjoying his company. In response to his last statement, she simply grinned cheekily and winked at him, a mischievous glint in her bi-colored eyes.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 05-19-2012, 10:55 AM

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Angel ears flickered and a smile crossed his mouth, 'No' he answered simply, black tendrils of mane shaking lightly as he shook his head. 'It makes you no such thing'. A small frown graced his lips as he looked out to sea, 'No one should have to fear for their life, not ever. And as for everyone have good in them, I believe so too. But...' the Spaniard paused and turned around to the young woman. 'Just because a man has good in him does not make him a good person. These... Christians.... Believe in the same God as I, but it is what they do with that belief. The use it as a front for evil and no matter what they are still evil...' The Spaniard frowned gently again, unable to do anything else with such thoughts. 'You should always doubt the world, meu benvolgut, it is the safest thing to do'. It was true, you always, always had to doubt the innocence of a person to really feel safe.

'If it is your first time with this type of animal you could have easily fooled me' he commented gently, his thick Catalan accent rolling over the words with ease. Though, of course, it was nothing compared to the flowing ease of his native language. 'You are doing better than me, I must say. I scampered away at the sight of one as a child'. He'd never been fond of them and such an attitude to them remained there until he learnt to ride and still he remained wary when amongst large groups of the animals. Allez was the only one he'd bothered to bond with, aside from Maduixa.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-21-2012, 09:37 PM

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The serious words that the Spaniard man gave as an answer troubled Emma, it seemed not everybody was like her. Some just spread and wallowed in hate and misgiving, when really who were they to judge coyotes as a species? They were no better then what they made her kin out to be. In an annoyed manner her tail flicked out behind her, and in response to the somber mood that had settled between them she crossed her arms and looked at her feet, unsure of what to say. Christians? Wasn't that what their Aquila was? It must have burned him when she handed him the necklaces she had salvaged from the wolf she killed, it had been a cross hadn't it?

" I suppose you are correct. I don't believe in anything as of yet, except for myself I guess... I haven't met anybody that I have been able to rely on. I've made a few friends, but nobody I can really bond or connect with. " She replied, trying to keep the tone light but feeling a more wistful tone stain her words. It was true. The youth had met her packmates here and there, but nobody had really taken an interest in her enough to meet her again to establish more of a relationship. The woman had felt lonely and trouble of late, and the shadow colored males company was noted and appreciate, it felt good to have an actual conversation with someone... It felt like forever since her last one.

Thoughtfully, she appraised him. Her ears focused on him as he spoke again, and a small smile graced her muzzle. " I haven't had the best experiences with horses, I won't lie. The first time I ever saw the animals I was being chased by two of them, luperci controlling them of course. I must have trespassed unknowingly on their lands or something... I was much younger then I am now, it was during my journey to 'Souls. " She paused, allowing him to digest her words. " This one however, isn't scary. It isn't trying to chase or hurt me, and I can sense that it is peaceful. " Came her words, spoken softly as her gaze re-focused on the dark animal standing patiently beside Angel. The youth remembered telling Myrika about the experience and how horrified the other coyote was, but now she simply shrugged it off. No big deal.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 05-26-2012, 10:32 AM

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'Horses' The dark coated Spaniard mused as he patted the creatures shoulder, 'Are harmless. The most docile creatures ever if you treat them right. But then again sometimes you find yourselves with a riding injury through no fault or their nor yours'. He was of course, talking about falling off. 'I have fallen off many times before. And as you can see from my height and his that that height is a way to fall'. The dark coated Spanish hybrid chuckled. 'But they mean no harm'. True it was a pain in the ass to keep them, feed them and most of all to train them. But then bond was something as unmistakeable as love. And while Angel saw them as primarily a working class animal, he wouldn't deny that he loved them as much as his own kin.

'Allez is a docile boy. He has more fire than Maduixa, Ana's horse. But he's a beauty indeed' Angel mused, brushing the stallion's mane absently. 'Tell me, have you ever rode?' The horse was strong enough to carry two riders if necessary and calm enough that he'd tolerate it too. That was of course if Emmanuelle was lacking the courage to ride him alone.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-29-2012, 12:48 PM

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The woman listened intently to the shadow's words, drinking up his blue eyes. She hadn't even thought about falling off, and this worried her. Looking up at the horse, she peered to his side and noted how tall he was. To fall off of that was bad enough, but what if you were cantering? That, did not bode well for whomever had the misfortune of the mistake. She gulped to herself and stepped back, still relaxed but more aware about the dangers of riding. He mentioned another name, one that she was not familiar with. Racking her brain, the Infernian tried to come up with a face that matched the name but found none. If she was in Inferni, Emma had never seen nor heard of her.

" Who is Ana? " She questioned, curious now. The girl liked meeting new people, and was ever the social butterfly. " Unfortunatly not.. I know if you own one you must, but do you ride alot? Or do you just use him for work. " The girl replied, looking apprehevsivly at the dark male in front of her.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 06-11-2012, 01:21 PM

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'Ana' he began, turning to tug clumps of dirt away from the stallions creamy mane, 'Is my sister'. His answered was swift and to the point, she'd asked a precise question and he followed it with a precise answer. Not about to get into a detailed conversation about his sister just now. The horse shifted impatiently, wanting to move on urgently, or at least be let go so he could wander on up the beach. Angel patted his thick neck, without gentleness as the horse did not need it. 'He is a gentle horse though, smart too. He will stop if he feels there is a chance you'll fall off'. The Catalan male laughed and shook his head, 'I am not sure if it is for his own gain or not at them moment, however'.

'You should ride with me some time. Maduixa is a fine horse, docile too' he offered, brushing strands of fringe out of the pale steed's face, fidgety as he was. 'Yes, I ride a lot. Now so more that ever...' he noted darkly, his eyes glazing over for a moment. Angel, of course, spoke of the recent troubles.

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