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For Omni. Sunflower Sunsets.


She paused to lick the blood from her muzzle. The vole was mostly gone, anyway, like the two others before it. Their skeletal remains were scattered around her, and while she was no longer hungry, neither did she feel particularly satisfied. It was too difficult to hunt for larger prey on her own, without tools, but it was too cumbersome to carry ranged weaponry around with her. Really, it had been oddly liberating to have so little. Cassandra sat crouched over her meal in her smallest form. Her cloak and daggers were bundled together and hidden amongst the sunflower stalks, along with the necklace that had allowed her cousin to identify her.


The coywolf liked it amongst the sunflowers, the little forest of green and yellow and brown, tall enough to reach high over her head when she stood on all fours. Being surrounded by vegetation gave her immediate comfort and reassurance, a subtle feeling of safety. But the flowers would not actually provide much shelter when dawn broke again in several more hours, and she would need to find somewhere else to spend the day. Picking the rest of the meat off the vole's tiny bones, Cassandra stood, stretched, and turned back towards where she had stashed her things. The moon was a tiny sliver in the black sky, but the woman still seemed to reflect an eerie, transparent sort of light as she walked through the field.

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suckish post...tell me if anything needs changing

Word Count → idk


There really was no plausible explanation as to why the Infernian hunter was out in the free lands, frequenting unvisited areas. In one delicaat hand, laying in what someone would call a dormant position, was her bow. In the dark of the night, it wasn't seriously of much need. Hunting with the darkness cloaking the world had pros and cons, creatures were snug in their homes and unsuspecting. Omni could easily just slide her hand into a den and pull out a fresh groggy meal. But maybe the slender coywolf didnt't remotely want to attempt that. Looking up, the young canine had noticed the clouds pull away to leave the shining crooked smile of the moon. The world was splashed a different way, colors were lunar and surreal. Moonlight bounced off grass, illuminating it to the point of what one may describe for a ghost world. The beautiful coyote could have said that in a second, maybe a better tale to take back to the clan. Pickings were not the best at night, that was very much true. Better than sleeping in the thrawls of vulnerablility however.

Toned legs brought her through the thick vegetation, lithe body creeping low in the newly growing foliage. Other than groggy, sleepy diurnal prey; there was nocturnal beasts all around. A slim coyote muzzle lifted the the sky, taking a delicate whiff and sniff for others. Indeed the golden girl could tell that there was an other in the proximity. That bit of information was slightly passed. A stranger didn't need the likes of her wandering, the cinnamon coywolf not needing to bother someone.

Bright azure eyes brought themselves onto an ivory thatch of fur, slipping away as quickly as she had managed to grasp it in her cerulean grasp. If propelled by instinct, or just some blasted impulse, Omni scaled the nearest tree. The long streamlined bow was flipped onto her back with the quiver of arrows, out of the way of unscarred limbs. The branches were easily to use, strong, sturdy, and supporting. Omni didn't get to high up in the rough and tall plant, stopping maybe fifteen feet up. The small slice of moon looked much closer, to be honest. Like one of her slender hands could just cup around the thing of light, claim it as precious treasure. Her mistake was the yawn. As her thin muzzle opened wide, body shuffling with rest, Omni plummeted to the ground.

A loud yelp slipped through parted jaws in her pain, the young woman had broken her fall with her arm. Hopefully it wasn't broken, perhaps if lucky it was simply a bad sprain. Big blue eyes wide with embarassment and pain, Omni noticed that the stranger with the bright white fur wasn't that far away. Babying the arm, the girl clutched it gently to her chest. It wasn't like she was going to spy, why would she do that? The tree would have made a perfect place to stay. Out of the way of predators and the like. Left arm screaming, a meek small voice piped to find the stranger I'm sorry. That was likely the worst thing the small hybrid had ever done. Fallen out of a tree, and likely convinced the other female that she was a bumbling idiot.

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Pish, you're fine.


The ghostly woman was not unaware of the presence of the other, but after listening a few moments to her direction, pace, and intent of her footsteps, Cassandra was content enough to write it off as someone harmless. They would be ships passing in the night and nothing more, but then came the sound of climbing: nails digging into bark and the quiet sounds of effort. The coywolf gave pause and looked discreetly in the direction of the noise, which became more and more conspicuous.


Her hackles rose instinctively at the sudden yelp and subsequent crash. Cassandra swept her ears back and considered just walking away, grabbing her things and making off into the night. But the stranger had the same sort of sandy ocean scent as Ezekiel, and she was curious as to what sorts of others resided in Inferni. Cautiously, she made her way over to the stranger. On her four dainty paws, the albino found it humorously convenient that the other was sitting now, allowing her to study her without craning her neck up or standing too far back.


"Are you okay?" Cassandra asked from a few feet away, though there was no real compassion in her voice, only plain curiosity. "What were you trying to do?"

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It seriously embarrassed the young woman, her stealth had been ruined for one faulty move and a long fall that resulted in an injured arm. Her arm still hurt, throbbing beneath the skin and inflicting a pouty, almost pained look upon her face. Which of course seemed wrong, if she was trying to give this stranger the illusion of strength at the moment. Well, hopefully the moonlight didn't reveal as much. The bone-white coywolf spoke, inquiring about her wellbeing. I think I'll live... The arm was gently rubbed, refusing to get up from her seated position on the soft ground. The ghostly female let her voice carry again, asking a question that made oceanic eyes widen and ears flatten meekly. But honesty was right, and that way there would be no other suspicions to lie in the other. Looking for a place to sleep...Ground didn't seem safe enough. Aaand..." Omni let the last word lengthen, breathing in softly. I thought you were someone I knew, so I wondered...Then I tried to see better from up high. It could be easy to see from up high that this was not Matteo, he was albino  as well, and even the ghostly figure couldn't be compared to anyone else she knew.

Omni always wasn't the best speaker, yet a small squeak of a voice managed to sound from a tawny throat. I'm Omni. The girl didn't expect the albino to stay or anything, yet a little awkward chit-chat seemed to be in order. She had witnessed one of Omni's biggest fails! Maybe in the future it would be something to laugh about while gathered with others. Her little hunting expedition hadn't gone too well. Well, at least it wasn't overly horrible.

While silent, the slim coyote began to wonder what Jacinto was doing. Likely worrying, which sent a stab of guilt into her heart. What about her son? Did he miss her? Wasn't a mother supposed to be there? The next morning...Would have to be for going back. For sure, it had to be. Sighing, Omni also remembered her lack of ability to find food. Prey was too tricky at night. Or maybe she just wasn't good enough. Either way, things had to be made a little bit better for her family, and for Inferni. But which was supposed to come first?

Your heart is full of broken dreams. Just a fading memory, And everything's gone but the pain carries on. Lost in the rain again, When will it ever end. The arms of relief seem so out of reach

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"Is it broken?" she asked, nodded towards the other woman. "Do you have somewhere you can go?"


Cassandra was somewhat perplexed at the idea that the tree would be safer than the ground, but she didn't comment on it. The ground was solid and stable, and that was reason enough for her to stay there. Certainly higher perches had their advantages, but the albino could only think of tactical ones regarding ranged weaponry, line of sight, and ambush. Rest was better on the ground, where you could feel the vibration of incoming company, footsteps, hoofbeats. Foliage provided visible shelter, but an antagonist standing under the tree can easily look up.


The woman was similarly surprised that she might have reminded the stranger of someone. In all her travels, she had only met one other creature with her strange coloration, and it had been a bird, a little hawk, and she had watched him die. She had heard of others, had heard that perhaps they were not so rare, but she had not seen them for herself. "Cassandra," she introduced, then asked: "Who did you think I was?" The hybrid cocked her head and licked another bit of blood from her muzzle (it was the last of it, she thought).

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Maybe sprained...Probably have to get it checked out when I get home." An ear twitched as the albino asked about where she could head, the blue-eyed female nodded softly, adding simply. "Inferni. Likely they had heard of the clan, almost everyone she knew has. Stories reached as far as Quebec, and surprisingly some were mingled with a touch of fear. Good that the clan could keep themselves strong, and the coywolf indeed was a part of that. Beneath the touch of pride she felt about her home, Omni found herself taking slight interest in the other. Home was a while away, idle chatter was no way minded for that instance. Arm cradled and throbbing, the girl looked towards the surrounding trees to the sliver of lunar light. Was Jacinto settling into bed at this time? Was he tucking their child in for sleep, wishing the boy well and reassuring the scarred puppy that mother dearest would be back soon? She swallowed, tawny fingers intwining around the crook of her arm. Soon. Soon she'd be home.

The arm let off from the pain after a while, much to her relief. It dropped to her side, wincing not from pain, but the reaction she would get from Enkiel when she paraded back with a wounded arm. That night -- where she had lost her offspring, however grim -- The Cadeaux had proved herself weak. Omni glanced over as the other woman mentioned her name, nodding quietly. The question sent tall ears folding back against wavy brown hair. "Well...I didn't bother to scent you...I guess I'm careless...' Omni sighed and chuckled nervously, "Matteo Trovato...Friend of mine. But -- clearly you're not. The young woman decided to keep the conversational ball rolling, asking softly. "Were you born in these lands? Or did you travel? There's many stories, many people here. I'm from Quebec--Westernly place."


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