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Skye Collins · 07-26-2012, 12:23 AM

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ooc: arachnea's revenge

It was later than she usually was out of her own pack lands, but with the pack under the protection of her Sentinels, she felt that it was safe at least for now. Moonlight struck the moor in a dazzling juxtapose of light silver against dim forest green on the ground; the faint sound of crashing waves reached Skye's ears, whispering of a beginning and end of a tide.

The grass murmured softly to her in the wind, not long enough to make a whisper but not small enough to remain in silence. The woman rested her hand against the centre of her curved form, feeling for the motions of life inside of her, although she knew that it was too early for that yet. It would not be long before it was not too early, however - and then what of her?

She stared into the distance, in the direction of the ocean, not moving, but simply standing on the moor, hand on her stomach, eyes trained east.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 07-26-2012, 12:43 AM

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The coyote woman rode Finna in silence, walking easily through the forests of the dampwoods. They had been riding for little under an hour, headed to a particular area within the sticks and stones region. Emmanuelle had heard whispers here and there that there were a few different species of lilacs located neat there and she so wanted to plant some lilacs outside her home. It was somewhat awkward though, seeing as her swelled form was not as balanced on the mares back as it would have if she were without the children growing in her belly. Each day she felt the stirrings of her offspring more and more and each day she grew more and more nervous. Purposefully now she avoided Angel, not wishing to see his condescending looks and foreign language aimed at what festered within her. She remembered his biting words at the pack meeting and wished she knew what he had say. A fierce protectiveness had been centered to her unborn children ever since she found out that she was pregnant, and though she was afraid of what was to come she would love them and protect them the best she could - even if she didn’t know how.

Slowly her wanderings with Finna grew closer and closer to the spider infested forest and within mere minutes the duo found themselves under the canopy of wild trees. Emma raised her tapered maw and watched for spiders, not entirely sure if any of the species that resided here were poisonous or not. She sighed heavily as she watched a particularly large colorful spider hang down from a silvery strand of web from a thick, knotted tree branch. Involuntarily a shudder ran down her scarred spine and she urged Finna forward, not taking her eyes off of the bug until they had safely passed it’s threshold. It was dark and creepy within the wood, though Emma could see the moon's sparkling reflection in the lake that was out the other side of the wood. The woman could take no more, she felt like eyes were boring into the back of her head and so she moved Finna forward with a cluck of her tongue and made the mare break into a quick trot. The bouncing might have upset the pups in her stomach so with a quick heel to the mares side she moved even faster, transitioning into a smooth canter.

This was the fastest she had moved the boreas horse and her stomach knotted with tension, but the mare was true and just cantered easily along, her movements smooth and calm. You might even call it gentle, as if the mare sensed the tiny beings Emma hosted inside of her. A few minutes passed and due to the increased speed they were out of the dark woods quickly, approaching the lake almost feverishly. As soon as the feeling of being watched lifted off of her she slowed Finna down into an easy walk, but the mare was still alert. Her dish shaped ears perked forward as the mare noticed another thought she stayed silent. She was afterall a horse trained in war. Emmanuelle noticed the other female too and cautiously approached, not wanting to startle the other. She had to be far more careful in her state then most.

Skye Collins · 07-26-2012, 12:52 AM

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Lost in thought as she was, she did not notice the thumping of hooves against packed, hard dirt until it was loud enough to penetrate through her thoughts and through the smaller, softer sound of distant waves crashing. Bringing herself back to the present, and back to reality, she concentrated more carefully - although still distant, the thumping hoof beats indicated a horse moving at a slightly faster pace than normal, as if it were running from something, or its rider simply wanted to go for a midnight run with his horse.

She listened as the sound grew less and less frequent, until although it was louder and closer, the horse was walking at this point. Although she could hear the horse's hoof beats, as faint and distant as they had been, she could not yet catch the scents of the horse and its rider, if it had one, between the heavy scents of the fauna and flora of the forest. Hearing louder thuds mixed with the crunching of leaves, she then glanced to her left; a small shadow that did not quite fit with the trees and the moonlight could be seen, the thin light of the moon casting a small, light outline of a horse and a canine rider.

The outline grew larger until it was a highlight, light spilling out into the clearing as the horse grew nearer, with its rider edging it on slowly. Skye then turned to face them fully - the rider was a female, and a coyote. She breathed in their scents - sand, dust, the heavy scent of coyote. Inferni. Skye looked at the coyote, neither smiling nor frowning or making a threatening movement - she waited for the rider of the horse to make the first move, rather than speaking as she usually did in the dead of the night. She kept her hand away from her dagger, but was ready to make a move if the coyote began to threaten her.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 07-26-2012, 01:16 AM

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The figure turned towards Emma and the coyote hybrid noted that they were indeed female. The unknown female had beautiful wavy red hair and Emma fought a pang of jealousy, her own hair was a boring flaxen color, nothing exotic like red. The hybrid leaned back in her saddle and brought Finna to a stop and the two females regarded each other silently for a few moments, neither one making a move. Well, if the other hadn’t tried to attack her yet, she probably wouldn’t. The moon lit up her features as she smiled somewhat sunnily at the other woman. Her warm hued coat was highlighted by the bright light casted down by the moon and she stood relaxed, still smiling at the other female. “ Hello there.. My name is Emmanuelle, of Inferni. “ She said quietly, watching the other intently. “ This here is Finna. Might I ask your name? “ She asked after patting Finna’s muscular neck. Emma felt awkward atop the mares back while the other female was still standing so she dismounted somewhat awkwardly, having to position herself differently to accommodate her growing belly. It was pretty obvious that she was pregnant when she faced the other, the four estimated pups wriggling around in such a small place.

Maybe it was foolish but she felt safer around females then males at this point, maybe they could relate to her plight and have enough goodness in them to stay away from her and keep from harming her. Although she was with child she wasn’t completely useless at fighting and would defend herself if needed, she just had to be a little more careful to not jostle her belly and avoid any blows aimed at such a place. As soon as her feet landed on the ground she stretched her arms out and yawned, not used to being awake during night time hours in a strange land. Offering another smile she led her horse closer to the woman, still about a meter apart. “ It’s kinda creepy in there. Felt like someone was watching me. “ She said, chuckling at how silly she sounded. It wasn’t entirely far-fetched however, a luperci could have been hiding in the bushes somewhere.

Skye Collins · 07-26-2012, 01:32 AM

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Skye automatically returned the Inferni coyote's smile as warmth spread across her face, and she inspected the other woman quickly. Her large ears affirmed her heritage - her hair was long and wavy, like Skye's, but a light golden color, like the sun on a summer day. She was also visibly pregnant - Skye smiled; it was a coincidence, for her to meet another pregnant female like herself in the dead of the night.

"I am Skye Collins, of Cercatori d'Arte," she said, leaving her rank out of her introduction. It was not needed; she had no reason to hold her rank over others, and it would be of no use against one from another pack or clan in any case. She watched as the woman dismounted her steed and stretched in the night, yawning, and reflecting the way Skye herself felt - tired.

She nodded at the other woman's words; the night, holding so many shadows, could conceal so many things that were not out in the day. Bears.. strange Luperci, perhaps.. but other things that tricked the mind, like flickering shadows and invisible ghosts.

"The darkness can hide many things," she said. "At least there are two of us now - harder to attack," she said confidently, with an air of mischievousness.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 07-26-2012, 04:11 AM

ooc; sorry, got tired so crap post. xD also, feel free to PP some weirdo stalking them or something, that would be fun i think? maybe a cougar in the night?

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Emma was relieved to see the other woman returning her smile, and her tail began swaying to and fro behind her slowly. Curiously she watched the other, considering her introduction. The art pack? That was very interesting! She knew that the other pack was pretty centered around trading, maybe one day she would bring some wares to the other and see how the exchange went. The woman almost cursed herself for not bringing anything but really, it was the middle of the night and not prime trading time. Finna perked up immediately, staring at the treeline intently. Emma’s own bi-colored eyes drifted toward the looming, seemingly spooky woods and remained trained through Skye’s next speech. “ For the night is dark and full of terrors... “ She murmured, shaking her head abruptly as shivers raced down her sensitive spine. The scars that decorated her pelt here and there were hardly visible in the night and for this she was glad, seeing scars as a weakness.

Her eyes drifted back to the flame-haired woman and she smiled again, though more nervously. During the day the sunshine child was fine, fearing little. However, the night was a different matter. Things that went bump in the night hid in the shadows and reached out with smokey hands to grasp a wild imagination and take hold with terror, but surely that was just it, just a wild imagination. On this night one could not be sure, and even Finna was acting up. The mare danced in place, grunting nervously. Absently a protective hand fluttered to her abdomen as she watched Skye, considering. “ Maybe we should move farther away, if that isn’t too much trouble. My mare seems to be spooking at mere shadows. “ Emma said with a chuckle that didn’t really reach her eyes. Hopefully the other agreed and Finna would calm down.

Skye Collins · 07-26-2012, 10:34 AM

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Her attention was drawn to Emmanuelle's horse, who began to grow restless; whickering softly and prancing a bit in place, as if there really was something to be worried about in the darkness. Emmanuelle seemed to think so as well, for she suggested that they move a bit farther away. Silently, Skye complied, moving further into the clearing, away from the dark, looming shadows. She wasn't usually afraid of the night, but something on the edge of her senses tingled, giving off warning signs.

She stared intently at the forests, eyes still and trained on the spaces between the trees that gave no light. Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, one of the shadows moved, a small shaking of a bush giving off sound in the silent clearing.

Without sparing any time, Skye ripped the dagger from her belt, brandishing the weapon clearly in the moonlight. "Show yourself!" she snarled, standing slightly in front of the Inferni woman. All pretenses of being relaxed were gone - her posture was straight and tall, her ears alert and perked, her tail raised in dominance against the strange figure in the night. She was not sure what caused her to move so aggressively - perhaps it was a motherly instinct, moving to protect both the innocent woman behind her as well as her - and Skye's own - unborn children.

In reply, there was nothing but a low, wheezing laugh.

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