It's not always so dark
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The days were too long, it felt to Sonje, who used the sun's over twelve-hour light to make way on her southeast journey. The pace was slow, as she never made her mare, Jagga, go much faster than a steady walk — there was no need to, she was in no rush — but it always turned out a little disconcerting when she'd settle down each night, to find that hours upon hours of deliberate meandering left her with more miles in front of her than behind. Regardless, the wolfdog Luperci had no real destination aside, so she never got too angry with her lack of progress; however, winding her way along the sparse paths of the Halcyon mountain foothills had left the exotic girl in a particularly sour mood. It had taken a day or so longer to navigate them than she'd intended.

The rhythmic riding had just put Sonje to sleep not twenty minutes before an anxious snort from her steed roused her again. Pale eyes fluttered blearily, and in the swelling twilight she noticed how clear and open everything suddenly was. Days of hills, rocks and precipices made this an incredible sight for sore eyes, and the shifter smiled despite the biting hunger that made her weak with exhaustion. She patted Jagga's thick, stone-gray neck, fond of this creature and her simple prowess as a dutiful horse, more than anything or anyone else in her life. She briefly tangled her fingers in the equine's charcoal mane, giving her a nice scratch before urging her to stop. This is a good spot, she said, dismounting agilely (with a jingle of her gold bracelets) before Jagga had stopped moving.

Sonje walked to the nearest tree on the edge of the plain, and using a tattered olive blanket that had been draped over her horse's back, made a pallet to lie on. After that she made a fire nearby, but with no prey so-to-speak to cook over it, she merely sat on her blanket and watched the flames jump about in the darkness. This was one of her sadder, more useless days it would seem.


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Her ebony-colored feet had brought her to just outside the Inferni lands, in the Drifter Bay area, covered in sparse yet plush grass littered with bits of sand and dust which grew in quantity as one grew closer to the beach. Scents began to change, yet subtly - the scent of coyotes and horses, the scents of Inferni, began to slowly fade, and was replaced with the scents of saltwater, and various lone wolves that prowled the area, looking for a place to rest.

A pungent scent filled the air, one that Sepirah could not place at first, but quickly recognized as she grew closer to it - fire. The smoking embers of the flames gave off the distinct scent, but it was not too strong - it must be a controlled fire, one that someone had created. Drawing nearer to the smell, she smelled also another canine - not of coyote descent, but almost a mutt-like smell that punctuated the air.

Soon, her golden-hued eyes caught the sight of what was the source of the scents - first, she saw the fire, its burning embers low yet bright. Next to it was a light-colored wolf, or perhaps a dog - Sepirah could not tell at this distance. With her was a horse.

The black jackal stepped closer to them, mistrusting the canine already - but then again, her sly mind thought, she could have some valuable information about the packs around there? She knew that new packs had sprung up, but did not know their names yet. Perhaps this canine could give some more information on the mysterious packs, and whether they were a threat or not. Her snake coiled around her arm, letting out a faint hiss - she continued forward until the wolfdog was able to see her.

"Hello," she said, a mask of innocence and shallowness on her face - she gave the canine a friendly smile, her eyes containing nothing but amiability.

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With an agitated snort, Jagga let the young wolfdog know she was being approached, but it was quite a few minutes after that before her sharp eyes could make out the dark figure in their equally as dim surroundings. Her black nostrils twitched, and she eyed the slender female's approach with reserved wariness. In her unseen hand, she gripped the rock she'd used to start the fire, in case she had to fight. Her mistrust heightened when she noticed that there was a snake on the woman's arm.

Hey, she said guardedly, not coming out of her sitting position, if only because she was sure she could properly defend herself just as easily as if she were standing. However, that snake still made her nervous. She'd never gotten close enough to one to have to defend herself against it, and she was well aware of how quick they could be. Jagga had lowered her head again to graze, presently unaffected by the calm Luperci woman or her snake; and Sonje couldn't very well ignore the generally friendly stake that the red-muzzled hybrid had decidedly already taken up, so she decided to be somewhat polite.

She unclenched the rock in her fist, but kept her hand settled comfortably on top of it, "just in case". If Jagga doesn't mind you, I don't, she said, motioning a willowy hand towards the uninterested dapple-gray mare. You're welcome to the fire. Just.. keep that snake back.


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She could see the woman's wariness by the way she gripped a rock, and tensed her muscles in a protective, defensive fashion. Sepirah did not let up the facade of an innocent, somewhat vain girl, allowing her smile to remain plastered to her face as if she did not see the warning signs of a defensive wolfdog.

"Oh, of course!" she exclaimed zealously, clicking to her snake with her tongue. Her friend then slithered from her arms to her shoulders, finally immersing itself in and around her hair and neck, where only a small portion of his body could be seen, although it was covered by the golden necklaces that Sepirah wore. His head rested behind her ear, out of sight of the wary wolfdog. She smiled even wider as the woman invited her to the fire, and she walked to it, sitting down not too far from the woman and her horse.

"My name is Sepirah," she said to the woman. "Who are you?" As it was now, she could not scent any strange or unfamiliar scents on the woman to indicate that she was from another pack - she could be a loner, for all the dark-hued jackal knew.

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Sonje looked on as the snake bid to a few tongue clicks, slithering betwixt the woman's jewelry like a pet. It was a pet, she had to remind herself, though she'd never seen such an occurrence herself. She blinked, turning her saccharine eyes to some indiscriminate point around the fire as the slim Luperci settled nearby. Sonje, she said, her voice low as she drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her lanky arms around them.

She was quiet for a moment, perhaps thinking of what to say next, given that she wasn't the most adept at socialism. Sepirah, huh? You wouldn't happen to have something to eat would you? she tried, bold — but she was hungry, and there was no harm in asking. It was quite possible the sable jackal has some cracker crumbs in her fur or something of the sort. Sonje somehow didn't think Sepirah would be for up roasting ol' slick-belly there around her neck.


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The female fidgeted by the fire a bit; she seemed surprised at Sepirah's pet snake. The dark jackal absentmindedly petted the serpent, who hissed softly in response. So Sonje was the other woman's name, Sepirah thought as she watched the lighter wolfdog woman wrap her arms around her knees, making her appear smaller than she had already.

She shook her head at Sonje's question. "I don't have anything to eat," she said, now positive that Sonje was not from any packs nearby - if she was, she would most certainly have had something to eat, and wouldn't be asking mysterious strangers for food - or at least, she would be asking her own packmates for food, rather than making a fire in neutral territories with her horse, and what seemed like the rest of her worldly possessions.

"We can go fish or hunt if you want. Do you live around here?" she coaxed, attempting to get at least some information from the strange woman. Even if she was a loner, which the dark jackal was almost sure she was, at least she may have some information about surrounding packs. And if she didn't, it was not much of a loss after all.

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It wasn't an answer Sonje didn't expect. She shrugged her thinning shoulders, drawing her tongue lavishly around her dry muzzle. A hunt or fishing (not her best suit, she grimaced inwardly) was what she'd been trying to avoid, but she'd been storing enough energy she supposed and she wasn't getting any fatter. I'm not, actually, she answered, stiffening her jaw a little defensively. Just because she had no "home-court" advantage, she wasn't going to act like a push-over. This ultimately fueled her decision to rile up her young nerves and hunt. But I'm game, she added, taking her arms apart and getting fluidly up to her feet. She brushed off her tail and fluffed out her wavy hair, briefly acting uninterested in her counterpart.

Stay, she said firmly, lifting her palm objectively towards Jagga's face. The mare acknowledged with a swish of her lank tail, and a noncommittal grunt. Sonje touched her horse's shoulder for luck and nodded to Sepirah. Shall we? She offered to let the dark woman lead — surely she knew the area better? Because unlike Sonje, Sepirah's pelt was densely coated with the scent of her pack. This kept the wolfdog on edge, but she was far too hungry to pass on help catching a meal. Two pairs of jaws were certainly better than one.

And as was her MO, she'd do it on two legs.


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She noticed how stiffly the woman responded, and decided to drop the issue of packs and homes all together; she certainly seemed tense around Sepirah, despite her best attempts to seem friendly. Perhaps it was the scent of Inferni that permeated Sepirah's fur - the pack was not known for its kind demeanor, and the skulls spiked on its borders did not help its image in the eyes of wolves and mutts alike.

She grinned as the woman agreed to go hunting with her - although she did not gleam any useful information, she still could bring paraphernalia such as furs or even antlers to Inferni.
She watched as Sonje told her horse to stay; it seemed quite obedient, as the horse snorted and then did not move an inch after them. Sepirah, of course, would be taking her beloved serpentine companion hunting as well - he was calm now, rather than writhing and active, so he would not hinder the experience. She moved forward at Sonje's invitation, removing her dagger from the brace on her foot.

She began to move forward, sniffing in the air different scents - scents of too-small prey such as squirrels or mice filled the air, but so did other scents - one that stood out was the faint scent of deer on the edge of her nose. Indicating for the woman to follow her, she began to move quickly towards the scent of deer, drawing closer to the source.

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In her movements beforehand, Sonje had inexplicably re-obtained that fist-sized rock, toting it now as loped swiftly after her hunting partner. She daren't trust the stranger, but hunger overrode her wariness and the Helsi child felt perfectly capable of defending herself. She licked her jaws, thoughtlessly keeping delicate and precise pace with the dagger-wielding hybrid a couple paces ahead, eying the weapon not fearfully, but jealously. She'd lost her own several weeks back and hadn't come across a suitable replacement since — she wasn't against trying to steal this woman's, but she didn't see the pros outweighing the cons of that situation.

Though she was shadowing Sepirah in motion, Sonje relied on her own senses to track their quarry, which eventually turned out to be deer. The pair moved in comparative silence, the young Sonje mostly taking clues from the older huntress, but she showed a talent for the task. Tactfully they separated, coming up swiftly on the fringes of the herd and taking positions downwind of their shaggy, grazing, moonlit forms. It would be Sonje's task to herd a catch into the willing blade of Sepirah.

She chose which one, a scrawny doe, who was perhaps sickly despite the summer months; an easy pick for the pair of them to divvy up nicely and still have plenty leftovers. Intuitively, she threw her rock into the deer's midst and then sprang to sequester a group of three which included her target. Snarling, the wolfdog charged forward with flaws outstretched, sending the doe to where her partner lay crouched.


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no problem!

The female lay in wait as her hunting partner for the day took the rock that she had gripped when they first encountered each other. Slowly, Sepirah edged her way across the field where the prey lie. She inched away until she was opposite of where Sonje was, directly across from the prey, waiting for her to make her move.

The plan was quite clever, relying on the prey animals' fear of confrontation to capture it. And sure enough, as soon as Sonje threw the rock at the deer and began to run towards it, Sepirah braced herself. The rest of the deer fled in different directions, the scent of wolf and coyote permeating the area.

As soon as the deer began to run towards her, she tensed, unsheathing her claws from her hands and feet in preparation. Narrowing her eyes, she leapt at the deer, whose eyes widened in terror as it realized its fate. Mounting the prey on its pack, she quickly snapped at its neck, severing its large veins and crushing its throat, causing the deer to collapse on the ground.

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Sonje by Sie!


The thrill of the hunt was always Sonje's favorite. She enjoyed running, and her build showed it—though it also reflected the days she spent lazing on horseback as well. So she gave chase with a spirit far brighter than normal, forgetting her woes and merely falling headlong into the instinctual and automatic bliss of hunting. She pulled up, reigning her snarling when she saw the dark coyote leaping from pure darkness, keen gold eyes trained on their sickly target. And she snapped its neck with such precise ferocity that the young wolfdog immediately felt another well of jealousy towards the pack woman. Nice moves there, she quipped, her tone a mixture of awe and suspicion. I'll have to coerce you into teaching me that neck-snapping thing so efficiently.

Though Sepirah clearly had both advantage and rank (in a loner vs. pack wolf type of way) over her, Sonje went hungrily for the meat first, unabashed by her own voraciousness. Claws dug into the once-strong shoulder of the deer, tearing a large chunk and eating it swiftly. It was both feral and yet somehow neat, as she spared no morsel and only grew red with the soaking blood. She nodded for Sepirah to have the most favored part of the deer, the belly, if only as thanks. She was quite satisfied with this portion for now. She also didn't talk—mouth too full.


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"Thank you," the dark-furred jackal said in response to the woman's compliment on her hunting skills. Her size only aided her in hunting - although she would not have been able to kill the deer so swiftly if she was not in her Optime form, her petite size aided her agility in killing prey animals.

She was privy to exactly how hungry this canine hybrid was when she wasted no moments in tearing into the shoulder of the deer they had felled. Sepirah herself was not as hungry as Sonje, and so she waited as the female devoured the meat she ripped ferociously from the deer's carcass. Sepirah herself was not as hungry as the woman, and so she, rather than eating the belly as the woman offered her, delicately began eating a small portion of the meaty flank. The deer was small, and she did not need all of it - the hooves, however, and perhaps some of the bones, she would return to Inferni with, to make some weapons or ornaments.

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Sonje by Sie!


They settled for a moment, Sonje gorging and Sepirah taking a more delicate and womanly approach to the meal. The wolfdog didn't mind, figuring that it was more for her, and she hardly paid any attention at all to her hunting partner as she daintily shoveled more and more meat into her mouth. Her stomach churned as a particularly large bite settled uncomfortably on her gullet, and she took this moment to finally cure the long lapse in silence between them. So where are you from? she asked conversationally, licking her chops and sitting back with a contented lick of her fingers. She wasn't finished eating, but a much slower pace had formed.

I'm not from anywhere myself, born and raised a traveled you know, she added lightly, waving a piece of flimsy meat in her right hand before snacking on it. She was only using one had to eat now, making the process much slower, but by far more comfortable on her belly.


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Sepirah did not consume much, not being incredibly hungry for the most part. Her snake did not partake either, but that was to be expected - he did eat his victims whole, after all, and his prey was much smaller than the deer that they felled. Sonje was certainly hungry, she could see that - the way she ate the food seemed as if she hadn't eaten in days.

In response to the question, Sepirah hesitated a bit before answering with a tidbit of her past. "I was born in Africa, but now reside in Inferni," she said. She supposed that her smaller stature and darker, thinner fur would have given her jackal heritage away, but it was still good to answer the other's question.

A traveler.. Sepirah realized that she was not surprised. Someone this hungry and gaunt would not belong to a pack - the pack would have fed her, at least. A traveler made sense - walking endlessly, while trying to find food was not an easy feat indeed. "That sounds rough," she said, attempting to coax some more out of the woman while not being overly obvious.

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Sonje by Sie!


Africa, she wondered, if she should know the place. But in all reality, Sonje didn't know very much of anything. She was observant and self-sufficient enough to get by, therefore came off as a quick-wit, but as far as common knowledge went, she hardly paid attention. The Helsi girl was more prone to retain information only prevalent to herself rather than light nuances, such as origins. She licked her lips lightly deciding not to ask, at least.. not in a traditional way. Does everyone from Africa or Inferni carry snakes around like pets? Seeing as she'd never met anyone from either place, it only seemed fitting to ask.

She sat back then, her belly stiff as her stomach swelled, and she nodded slightly at Sepirah's comment. It had been rough. She was more used to the life these days, as were to be expected, though she had the values and idealism of Hearg Njorth in the back of her consciousness. She had been successfully goaded into casting her thoughts about her life, and then further indulging her guest with information about herself. Though mistrustful and sharp, Sonje was still young and very naive. That and a full belly could serve as recipe for a loose tongue.

Rough is an understatement. Last time I've had a fresh doe like this was back in spring. Horseback's my life—was in a pack once, had family too. But things change and I just rode on. Sonje sighed, narrowing her eyes and then peering into the darkness with a blankness that suggested her mind lay elsewhere. She didn't know what it was about sharing, but it got her thinking about her choices in life, the paths she'd taken and where she could possibly be going. Why'd you leave Africa? she asked after a quiet moment, turning her pale eyes back to the dark woman.


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She grinned, stroking her snake as it hissed softly in response to her touch. It couldn't hear anything they were saying, but it felt the vibrations, and could sense the situation - so different from herself, and yet they were so close. "No, I have yet to meet someone else with a snake," she said. "Some are a bit unnerved by my friend, even." It had happened more than once, she knew, where someone would eye the snake nervously, as if it were going to snap at them any moment.

Sepirah was right about her small assumption on the woman's life - it seemed that she was quite the traveler, not having meals in a while. A rider - Sepirah herself had never really rode horses as far as she could remember, and did not own one, either.

"Why don't you join a pack?" she asked, genuinely curious. It would be a lot less rough on her, at least.

She considered the woman's question - why she left Africa. It wasn't like she had much of a choice - just stayed long enough to learn her mother's religion and grow up, and then was dropped off in 'Souls. She wasn't sure why she never returned - no way to, she supposed. She wasn't sure she could if she wanted to. "I have family here, too," she said finally. "And I was young when I left - I'm not sure there would be much left for me there now." It wasn't a lie - she did have family here, although they did not entirely support or even acknowledge her.

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Sonje by Sie!


Sonje wondered how she'd tamed the beast, eying the snake "necklace" with both wariness and interest. She'd once met a Snake Charmer, but this seemed different—Sepirah and her pet had a bond; it would probably bite someone if she willed it. She suddenly envied her, or wished that Jagga was a more dangerous companion. She was brought from her fantasy by her hunting partner's reasonable query about her choice to remain a loner. The wolfdog paused, as if considering whether or not she wanted to talk about it, but she couldn't see the harm in admitting why she'd chosen this life.

I was in a pack once... She tired to keep the bitterness from her tone, but she'd yet to perfect the art of containing her youthfully robust emotions. They didn't appreciate me. I wasn't allowed to be my best. So I left, and I decided that the only one I was going to be concerned about from then on, was myself. Sonje sighed, furrowing her brows as she stared blankly at the doe carcass beside them. She didn't like thinking about Hearg Njorth, and how great she could have been. How great she had wanted to be. She felt ashamed to be a loner, when it was in her nature to be a pack wolf.

But she'd never admit shame in a million years, or express regret for anything she'd ever done. Perhaps too proud, or too young. She looked up at Sepirah, nodding slightly as she spoke. Must be nice to have a family... I left my mother, father and brother with that god-forsaken pack she'd chosen. I've never really known anyone else, she added with a shrug, suddenly pushing up to her feet and motioning back the way they'd come. I need to get back to Jagga. She waited, wondering if Sepirah would return with her to the fire, or head on back to Inferni; and she glanced at the half-eaten corpse, not having a proper way to stow the meat herself, so she'd leave it for the scavengers.


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Sepirah watched as she told her story, her eyes never betraying a spark of emotion beyond what she let, which was not much. It was surprising to her how similar her and Sonje were - both wishing to belong, and yet not being able to, at least not for Sonje. Sepirah was attempting to fit herself into Inferni, and it was not hard to do - her sly and sneaky nature was perfect for the warrior clan. And yet she couldn't help but feel for Sonje, at least a little bit, although she did not show it in her eyes.

She shrugged along with Sonje, not letting her know the true facts of her family, or her father and half-sister. "There is always a way to make a new start," she said vaguely. She then looked down at the carcass once more, at Sonje's suggestion. Deftly, she removed the knife from her ankle brace and cut out a chunk of skin from the deer; she then fashioned a very crude 'bag' from the skin, putting various bones and hunks of meat inside; she could salt them and preserve them, and make weapons from the bones.

"Where did you get your horse?" she asked Sonje, curious, as she began to walk back to the fire with her spoils.

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