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The D'Neville mansion was foreboding to Myrika. While she enjoyed its halls and its library most of all, the redhead could not imagine attempting to live within the mansion. It was stuffy in summer and cold in winter, and its innards smelled distinctively of must and old, strange human scents. She much preferred her schoolhouse -- it was a stone and brick building, and its floors linoleum rather than carpet. The schoolhouse was in relatively better condition, too. While all of the windows had been busted out long before she moved in, the leather covers she'd created had resolved that problem rather elegantly.

The mansion, on the other hand, had more problems than it did redeeming features. One wing was still half-infested with critters and creatures. Entire rooms had been destroyed, the furniture and whatever cloth and bedding shredded as nesting materials for these critters. Another had suffered damage in the winters past, and still other parts were simply sagging, cracking, or coming apart at the seams. Myri did not know how to begin to address these problems -- she was no carpenter, and an entire team of carpenters seemed like too few to tackle this mess.

The tall redhead stood in the lobby room, hands on her hips. Her turquoise eyes regarded the sagging steps up to the second floor, and she glanced toward the ceiling. Though once white, it was more gray and even cream colored in places. One corner was stained brown -- waterstains, she assumed -- and a crack ran across the area closest to the stairs.
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yay Big Grin

The dark-hued female looked up at the tall mansion, wondering how the humans had ever managed to build such huge, towering structures. She herself did not usually go inside the houses and dwellings around Inferni - she enjoyed the warm, shadowed outdoors, with its sounds and scents and ways to hide. But she then supposed that she would at least see the great Inferni mansion, and the inside - she had been in before, but it was always a sight to see.

As she entered the mansion, the scents immediately hit her - musky and dry and dusty scents of a land with no winds. It was clear by the way that the ceiling sagged, the floors creaked, and the walls leaned that no one had done repairs to or had maintained the building for a very long time.

Her long, twisting companion curled tighter around her neck, resting his head on her bosom as she took another long, deep breath in. She could smell the scents of many other Inferni members in the mansion, although one was bolder and more recent than the rest. Following her nose, the golden-eyed jackal and her snake traversed through the foreign lands, stopping only when she found the source of the scent, which was the red-haired leader of the Clan.

"Good day, Aquila," she said, her voice laced with amiability. She dipped her head in Myrika's direction, respect in her small bow. It was strange, bowing to Myrika, after so much time of bowing to Ezekiel and even Gabriel before her. It was just another thing to get used to after her return.

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(--) Lost this post. :|

The redhead knew the mansion would not stand forever no matter what she did -- but she might still prolong its total deterioration. By the time it fell, too -- maybe Luperci would have developed building techniques of their own capable of constructing things as vast and large as the mansion? Though it was more natural for wolves and coyotes both to roam their territory and den only when birthing and raising puppies, this did not seem to stop the Infernians from dwelling within human structures, herself included. Maybe they would make homes more similar to their own dens -- like Emmanuelle's proposed home. Myrika would have to re-investigate this; though she was an Aquila, she was not above hard labor, and frankly -- the idea interested her.

The creak of the old wood caught her attention, and big ears twitched toward the doorway, glancing toward Sepirah as she slid into the room. Myrika did not know this cousin so well, but she was aware of the strange heritage shared by her and Enkiel. Jackals, they were called, though Myri knew little else about them. Though Sepirah seemed mostly a coyote to Myri, her dark coloration, overlarge ears -- even for a coyote -- and extra slim, small muzzle gave away that exotic hint of her blood. Sepirah, she greeted, smiling.

Would you happen to know anything about carpentry? Or know any carpenters? she pointed toward the sagging steps, and did not bother to indicate every other flaw she saw, but merely spread her point out into a wave of her hand, frowning with exasperation.



Myrika is by Alaine!

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aw man that sucks D:

She smiled at the leader - she, at least, had known her name. Although she still wasn't someone in the eyes of Inferni yet, she at least was becoming more accepted in their eyes, becoming someone of value, someone who belonged. She did not let on these fears and desires in her golden-hued eyes, however, and simply continued smiling politely at the Aquila, albeit respectfully as well.

She frowned slightly at Myrika's question. "I'm sorry - I am no carpenter," she said, looking at the sagging floorboards, sinking walls, and slightly crooked ceiling. It was true that the mansion could use a little maintenance, but she wasn't sure who would be able to do the job.

"Perhaps someone else in the clan may know?" she asked, feeling slightly bad that she did not know how to help her alpha in this department. "Does anyone live here?" She glanced around, unsure; she had been in and out of Inferni so much, what was once then may not be the same now.

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Myrika is by me!

Myrika might have surmised as much from the dark jackal's appearance, but the redhead, having been judged for her appearance many times over, had vowed not to do the same for others. Gold jewelry and a slinky walk did not necessitate a distaste for hard labor, nor did it indicate one's utter lack of ability. Myrika knew Sepirah had been within the clan for some time, but her quiet presence had, thus far, yielded little indication of the woman's work preferences. Myri might have to ask her about her Immunes preferences -- but the rank of one came after the home of many, as the Aquila saw it.

Me either, and I'm also sorry for it, she said, pressing a foot on a particularly saggy floorboard. It creaked mightily, and Myri quickly removed her foot with a frown. Before long, we'll have someone falling through the floors. Her bright turquoise eyes glanced up at Sepirah's question, and the redhead nodded. A few coyotes, here and there. More pick the caves, I think, she said, shrugging. I picked the schoolhouse in the lonely end of the territory. The Great Village was a good place to live, though Myrika had been lonely before the influx of Lykois to accompany her.

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As the Aquila said that she was not a carpenter either, Sepirah slowly nodded in agreement - the mansion seemed old, almost dangerous after years of inattentiveness and neglect by the hands of its makers, who no longer existed in this world. She wasn't surprised when the woman said that more people picked the caves over the dank and musty-smelling mansion.

She herself lived in the caves, but found herself lingering more and more on the outside, near the borders. She knew she had been withdrawn within the Clan as of late, living under the shadows of the skull-hoarding coyotes whose empire was built on pride. Pride of family, pride of species - Sepirah had it too, an inevitable trait of the Lykois. Her nature prevented her from seeking too much comfort in one another, but for her to be known again, for her to make herself useful and worthy in the eyes of the Lykois, to truly belong, she had to begin somewhere.

"Could the mansion be used for something else?" she asked Myrika, looking around at the place. It was enormous - large enough for part of it to be used for another task, but what, Sepirah did not quite know.

Myrika mentioned her own home in the schoolhouse - Sepirah hadn't been to that area of the territory in a while, preferring to stay in the more rural and sunny spots in the summer and spring. "It's a nice place," she said, absentmindedly running her hand through her hair, similar to one whose vanity could not be deterred.

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Myrika is by me!

Myrika gawked around at the house. She supposed it might be used for stables, but horses were even heavier than Luperci, and they'd destroy the floor before long, too. It seemed immense to be used only as a storage facility, too. The hybrid shifted her weight as she recrossed her arms, considering. One large ear turned toward Sepirah and she smiled, nodding. Too bad the mansion's not brick, she said. Parts of it, no doubt, were made of brick -- the basement walls, for one, were definitely some kind of stone -- but more of it was wood, and twenty-years-untended wood rotted, shrank, swelled, leaked. Perhaps if they could only repair the roof, they might be able to stave off the damage inside for at least a little while longer.

I don't know what it could be used for, she said, in the end. I'd feel bad about throwing everyone out, especially when nothing bad's happened yet. She had no doubt something bad would happen, sooner or later, but maybe she could repair parts of it before then? The garage seemed in the best shape -- and it had no basement. Perhaps that was the answer? If they could fill in the basement with dirt or something, they could at least maybe keep someone from falling through to there. Though, they couldn't well fill the first floor to save the second -- that would require actual repairs. It was probably a stupid idea, too, as Myrika had no idea how houses were made, and perhaps filling the basement with tons of stuff would damage it in some new and unforeseen way.

Doesn't really matter, I suppose, she said dismissively. Sepirah wasn't a carpenter and neither was she; there was no use in speculating. Want to go out to the porch or something? stuffy in here. Or were you heading somewhere in particular?

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just tell me if pp isn't okay! <3

She considered what Myrika said, and then smiled. "Maybe that isn't such a bad thing," Sepirah said lightly. "Better to have wood fall on your head than bricks, after all," she said with a grin. And looking around, she herself wasn't so sure what the mansion could be used for, either; but then again, she did not know much about buildings. Who knew - perhaps nothing bad would ever occur in the mansion, and their discussion was for naught.

"I wasn't going anywhere - we can go to the porch." It was still strange, speaking to the woman so casually, although she was her Aquila. In the past, she hadn't been so close to her past leaders - they had always been distant, almost inaccessible. Her respect was in no way compromised, she thought as she walked out to the porch with her leader, but it was odd, having yet another leader to get used to. Questions of past leadership silently burned within her, but she did not speak.

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385 NEVERRRRR ;D


Myrika is by James!

The coyote snorted, choking back a laugh. That's one way of looking at it, she said, brightly. She hadn't expected to feel quite so cheerful after viewing time's incessant march toward permanently damaging the mansion, but that had certainly helped. There was, after all, always something worse that might happen. She nodded and was glad to step out into the summer air, though it was hot and almost oppressively humid outdoors. Still -- it was better than the strongly musty, old scent of the D'Neville.

To think -- people used to keep glass and fabric over their windows, Myri said, holding the door open for the dark-hued coyote and closing it behind her. It's damn hot and stuffy in there now, let alone with everything closed up. "Air conditioning" was something she didn't entirely comprehend, as she'd of course encountered it only through fiction. As none of what she'd ever read included a technical or obvious definition of air conditioning, she was left to conclude that it was some method of purifying the stale air inside human homes.

The redhead settled down to the porch, picking a wooden bench. Its clunky shape and unsophisticated design indicated clear Luperci crafting. Myri preferred the ugly chairs to the old ones -- once upon a time or two, her weight had collapsed an old human artifact, and she was not keen on repeating the experience. She smiled and made a waving motion with her hand to indicate Sepirah might sit where she liked. Although Myrika knew little of her cousin and wanted to speak on it, she was not certain how to broach the subject -- even she knew outright asking would be awkward, to say the least, so she perhaps hoped the conversation might give way -- then again, certain of so little about the dark-hued jackal, she couldn't know for sure.
Falling apart or not, I do like this porch, she murmured, gazing around at the overgrowth of shrubbery and long grasses. At one time or another, surely this was a well-manicured and impossibly green lawn; as for now, it had been retaken almost entirely by nature. Only the axes of the coyotes kept the trees back from the mansion -- and at that, they were creeping far too close.

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i am terrible, so sorry for the delay! ;^;

As they walked in silence to the porch, Sepirah had to consider how Myrika was somewhat of an enigma to her. Before she became the leader of the Clan, Sepirah really hadn't known her at all - her days of seclusion from the rest of Inferni had included the red-haired Aquila, causing Sepirah not to really know who she was at all. She seemed nice enough, and yet, the airs that one put on for outsiders, especially their subordinates, was almost never the real creature underneath the facades.

Sepirah chose a simple-looking chair that was also sturdy enough to support the jackal - not that that was saying much, with her slim figure and short stature. Her snake wound around her shoulders, coming to rest on her upper right arm. It glanced at Myrika, then coiled itself so that its head was hidden from view.

Sepirah quickly sensed that the atmosphere had almost become.. awkward, with little being said from either party. To fill the silence, she quickly sparked a different conversation. "Much better," she said, referencing the air outside. Although she thrived in the heat, the mansion also held humidity, something that Sepirah was not a fan of. "Autumn is coming," she noted as a cool breeze blew through the porch. "And then winter after that.. that's not something I'm fond of, either," she said, referencing her thin, light fur.

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