They Came in the Night
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WC :: 229

OOC :: This is the thread that was discussed in the Inferni plot forum. I wanted to get this underway so that Helotes can ask Zeke to mate with Zana. And also, for continuities sake Smile

Something didn’t smell right, on the wind. It was a foreboding feeling, similar to what one would feel before a storm. But the sky was clear, and the breeze warm, and the Hydra sat upon a flat rock, sharpening the tip of his newly acquired spear. It was already sharp, but he was finding solace in the rhythmic motion of the whet stone against the blade. He lifted his head for a moment, tasting the air with his nostrils. He was not sure what was bothering him so, but it was unnerving.

He had managed to settle the slave, Raoth, in his room an hour before. The male had tried to escape immediately, much to Helotes’ surprise, but he manage to secure the boy with not much trouble after subduing him the first time. He had waited with the youth until he had fallen asleep; apparently being dragged behind a cart all day was exhausting, who knew? Helotes sighed, he was not at all looking forward to the next week; training Raoth would be difficult, especially if the male didn’t cooperate.

The breeze picked up again and Helotes lifted his head once more, looking westward to the slowly setting sun; what was this feeling he had? He shifted uncomfortably on the hard surface of the rock, and turned back to sharpening, trying desperately to take his mind off it.



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#2
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Did you pick a date for this yet?



The style of leadership to which Ezekiel performed was one that allowed for slips. Had he known the extent of his Hydra’s dealing with the dog-bitch, he might have killed the slave on the spot. Other things forced his mind to go elsewhere, and to not pay attention to issues of minor concern. Only blood now occupied his mind, and it was blood that had been spilled by strange men. Enkiel had given him a detailed report on the damage and suggested that Ibsen remain near the Mansion to serve as extra eyes. This was agreeable to the Aquila.

Since then he had avoided the buildings, circling through the woods on his own two feet. Ezekiel’s talent as a tracker was unmistakable. He moved low to the ground, following signs both obvious and hidden. A broken branch here or there, a scrap of fur. The wolves had done well to hide themselves. It was not the mark of a coward, but of tactic and planning. Salsola did much the same, and his thoughts turned dark at the idea.

When he had satisfied his curiosity the Aquila trailed back to the plains of the Waste, heading westward. Night would mean another patrol, and he intended to rest at least briefly before doing such a thing.

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#3
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sharpen up your teeth

your dreams are more than worth defending

in a fight that's never ending

go on, go ahead and prove me wrong

Word Count → 245 :: This is March 28th, I thiiink Nat said? Somewhere around there; correct me if I'm wrong. ;__; Also, Ves still has half her ear and doesn't have any of the fancy accessories or bigscar at this point, but screw it I'm using this table.

“Boy needing food,” the raven scolded, flapping his wings briefly to keep himself balanced on the coywolf’s narrow back. His feathers buffeted her mangled ear, causing her to twist her head around to snap at him. As always, however, Stark seemed to know where she was going to move and dodged accordingly before alighting on her smoky shoulders once more.

“Then go get me food,” Vesper retorted childishly, the fine line of her jaw growing rigid as she stormed through the high grass. Her stomach agreed loudly with the bird, but she knew that it would have to be put off for other things. She needed to meet with her scouts, make sure they at least were healthy, and do whatever other rituals to prepare for her manic patrolling.

Maybe Stark had a point.

Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of her Hydra friend and, a bit farther off, that of the Aquila. Deciding she’d like to speak with the warriors, she adjusted her course and broke out into a fast lope, the raven taking off and flying just a few feet above her.

She found Helotes on a rock, whetting a deadly-looking spear. Her ears swiveled forward with interest before she came to the base of the stone, letting out a friendly yip in greeting before her voice fell into a growl; Stark was strutting around on her spine once more.

“How are you?” Vesper managed to ask the dusky man, her voice soft.


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#4
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WC :: +000

OOC :: Short sorry

A scent came to him, and familiar one at that. He lifted his head once more from his task; his Aquila was nearby, probably in the woods no doubt. Helotes perked immediately; he had a certain question that he had to ask Ezekiel, a very important question and one that he had been waiting for the right moment to ask. Helotes stood, about ready to turn in the direction he had scented his leader, when Vesper appeared, seemingly out of nowhere coming from downwind. Helotes started when he saw her, and then nearly laughed when he saw the bird perched upon her back. But instead he just cracked a smile.

But then she spoke, and her voice was not her own and Helotes picked up on it immediately; if there was one thing Vesper was not, it was soft, Fine. Helotes said brusquely, then, Vesper… is something wrong? He felt himself tense again, that foreboding feeling coming upon his skin like acid rain.



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Upwind as he was, the two figures stood out against the tawny backdrop of the Waste. It was rare these days to find a member who did not—Ezekiel was among the few still capable of blending into the grass. He was truer gold than the northern-bred coyotes despite his heritage, though this was marred by his father’s sable genetics that dappled along the length of his spine and formed a dark saddle along his shoulders and spine. Only the weapons and added flash of silver at his throat fell at odds with the grass, but he was not trying to hide.

While he trusted both of the higher-ranked members of the clan, he was still a man driven by paranoia and still debated avoiding them. If there had been cause for concern within his ranks it had been crushed. Had Helotes not slaughtered his brother, the Aquila would have. He was savage in his thinking and savage in his actions, and no man could question this.

By the time he had closed the distance between the pair and himself, Ezekiel caught the Hydra’s voice on the wind. He frowned and slowed his approach, drawing short of Vesper. “You haven’t heard then,” he began, and seeing this was the truth from Helotes’ face, spoke on. “Wolves crossed our borders. They wounded several and came armed with steel and riding horses.” For an instant, his eyes glared an accusation, but it was only half-true. Ezekiel himself had not been at the front of the attacks and only learned of them from the wounded.

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#6
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sharpen up your teeth

your dreams are more than worth defending

in a fight that's never ending

go on, go ahead and prove me wrong

Word Count → 200 :: This post is more or less pointless, sorry. ><

The Optio scowled, albeit good-naturedly, when her friend smirked at her companion. She’d not made it a secret what she thought about animal companions, although for all her complaining she saw the raven as an equal. He was wiser than her, at least, even if his high speech was stunted and accented. It was nice to have eyes in the sky, too—almost worth the humiliation of being a glorified perch.

The dusky hybrid picked up on her faintly troubled air, getting straight to the point about asking why. Her full ear tipped back against her slender skull, and she was about to explain herself when the claws shifted on her back.

“Aquila,” Stark croaked respectfully. Vesper blinked and turned to acknowledge the bronze coyote striding toward them.

Ezekiel addressed the issue of the wolf attack, and she lifted her blue eyes to Helotes’ to see his reaction. He’d already been through a lot with the execution of his brother—something Ves secretly praised—and not many had been prepared for this attack despite the incident with Halo. She knew she hadn’t, paranoid as she was. Wolves would always harass the coyote clan, but this was more akin to war.


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#7
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WC :: +309

OOC ::

Vesper was not even given the chance to speak before both her and Helotes’ gazes were drawn up at the appearance of their golden Aquila. As per usual nowadays, the leader had a forlorn grimace on his face, and Helotes ears were immediately drawn down against his skull at the sight of it. Something definitely was amiss, it was confirmed by the dull glint in Ezekiel’s eyes.

Helotes nearly jumped when the black bird upon Vesper’s back squawked out the Aquila’s title, and Helotes stared at it briefly before turning to the look at the leader as he spoke. His words dripped down Helotes' ears and onto his stomach like an icy chill and the Hydra felt his heart beat quicken. Wolves had entered the territory on horseback and armed. There were wounded. The chill slowly sizzled and turned to a low burn as Helotes felt his initial shock turn to indignant anger. How dare anyone enter the clan land and do such a thing. A snarling look set itself upon his features and he spun the spear in his hand to a vertical position and slammed its butt end into the ground, Send me upon them. I will kill any that dare to threaten Inferni. His sentence ended in a low growl.

It was his duty to protect all the living inhabitants of this clan. He had entered as nothing but a lowly Tirones and had worked his way through the ranks, endured injury and shame under the training of the now ruined Halo, and had killed his own blood brother to protect Ezekiel. Now, he would die if it was asked of him, he would spill his own blood if it meant the salvation of his clan, his family. His only regret was that he had not been there when the bastards had come in the night.



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#8
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“No,” Ezekiel growled, his voice rising sharply. There was a savage gleam in his eyes and the fur along his spine bristled—but under the wolverine, none would be quick to see it. The tension of his body was fast to rise though, asserting his will as a leader needed to do. He knew that this fervent desire would come, and he would see it again before the truth of the matter was revealed, but to expect him to allow his own men to walk into death was another thing.

The Aquila kept his eyes on Helotes, but acknowledged Vesper by brushing against her as he passed. He was shorter than the Hydra and it was apparent, with them next to one another. Despite this the coyote’s scarred face was fierce and his posture strong. No part of him was cut from soft threads, as these had all been burnt away by betrayal and the wounds suffered by his own hubris. “No one is to go looking for them; neither my warriors or your scouts,” he added, and finally looked to Vesper. “They are not alone and we have no way to know how many there are. They might have numbers greater than ours; they might have allies.” This was what truly worried him. The attack had come from the east, and two packs lay in that direction. He doubted Casa’s involvement, but Anathema was another story entirely.

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#9
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sharpen up your teeth

your dreams are more than worth defending

in a fight that's never ending

go on, go ahead and prove me wrong

Word Count → 232

She had expected Helotes’ rage. He was a true warrior of Inferni, she’d learned. Their first meeting had been cruel, but she trusted him to use that against their enemies and completely dominate them. Where the Triarii fell, the Hydra would eventually rise and be the strength that the clan needed. She wanted to go nuzzle him, but neither of them would want such a soft comfort. His fire would have to burn out, and she’d have to stand aside.

The Aquila’s sharp growl helped to destroy the blaze before it’d truly begun to kindle, and Vesper watched with lowered ears as he ordered them to stay put for their own sake. His amber eyes flicked to her, and she lifted her head to the level a subleader’s should be.

“I’ve told the scouts to be careful…but we’ll do our best to keep eyes on the borders as often as we can. They’ll attack anyway, but I don’t want us to be caught off guard ever again.”
Truthfully, she wanted to be on the front line with the warriors. She was ranked both as scout and reserve fighter, but she hadn’t truly proven herself yet when it came to drawing enemy blood. She needed to get her teeth in a wolf, and not some confused fool at the edge of the borders. She was no Lykoi, but she had chosen her home.



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WC :: +317

OOC ::

Ezekiel was quick to snuff out the fire of war starting to build in Helotes’ heart, but the Hydra did not fight it, but instead let it slowly cool to a warm alertness. Ezekiel was right, it was a fool’s game to go rushing into the unknown, and it was a quick path to death. Helotes gave a grunting sigh and placed the spear back into his lap and averted his eyes. His ear flicked to Vesper as she spoke about her scouts and Helotes lifted his eyes to her, Perhaps a warrior can accompany each scout; that way there will be both eyes and strength together at all times. It was a suggestion that made sense in his mind; he knew of the other warrior’s under him, but he had to admit he had been lax in training or interacting with any of them. It seemed peace had made him complacent.

Helotes stood then, Ezekiel, I hope you know that will follow your lead into the fires of hell; my loyalty is with the clan and with you. He put a fist to his chest and made a small bow. Then, flitting half-lidded eyes to Vesper and then back to the Aquila before continuing, This attack troubles me, but I will take steps to rectify my not being there when the enemies came. But Ezekiel, there is something I must ask you… He took a pause, gathering his breath, I have asked Zana to be my life-mate, but she has requested I first have your blessing, for right now all of her belongs to you and the clan.

Helotes looked into the Aquila’s eyes then, not as a threat but with sincerity. He was not sure how Ezekiel would answer, for it had been the de le Poer male who had sent Zana away in the first place, and tested Helotes with her absence.



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Vesper’s response pleased him, and he agreed with the trepidation. They could not simply hide and wait, but there was no way that wounded as they were hunting down these strangers would serve purpose. One day they would—he knew this as certainly in his blood as he did that there was some sinister force behind the attacks. The cross proved it. The steel proved it.

Helotes’ suggestion was likewise taken well, though the idea of splitting the few warriors that were truly meant for such made him nervous. As he debated this, another speech was offered up. Amber eyes watched the lines of the Hydra’s face, the small motions he made, and wondered where Helotes was taking this. The answer surprised him; his ears rose sharply and his lips pursed together in a tight line. They were related, for hell’s sake. More than that, he recalled the purpose of her absence, the trial he had put them through.

A smile that did not meet his eyes came to his face. “We have no ceremony to offer you,” he admitted. “But I wish you both well.” It was a vague answer, but one that suited him. Ezekiel could not be happy for them while open war was upon the clan.

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#12
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sharpen up your teeth

your dreams are more than worth defending

in a fight that's never ending

go on, go ahead and prove me wrong

Word Count → 224

Helotes suggested warriors accompanying scouts, and Vesper nodded after a moment. “It’d help,” she murmured. The safety of the scouts had been forefront in her mind after the strike, and she knew that most of them weren’t strong enough to face an enemy alone. Many were young or inexperienced; truthfully, she could only name Ithiel when she thought of those who would be able to hold their own.

“Ravens helping too.” The bird spoke plainly, still perched on her back. She smirked faintly and nodded. She’d been less than thrilled about the prospect long ago, when Stark had resisted her attempts to get him to spy for her, but she’d learned the use of a pair of eyes in the sky since. The coyotes’ safety was often their safety, after all.

Her dusky friend professed his loyalty to the Aquila, and she watched him warily, wondering if this was spurred on by passion or something else. When he asked for Ezekiel’s blessing, however, her head jolted up with surprise as well. Although she’d known Helotes and Zana were friends, she hadn’t thought that the muscular male and the pygmy woman would develop feelings beyond that. A congratulatory grin spread over her mouth, although she resisted the urge to go and tackle him; Ezekiel’s presence requested some dignity from the Optio, or so she thought.



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