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sorry for the delay!!
Sepirah was beginning to feel happier in Inferni - her new rank as Optio gave her more responsibility and more ways to help in the pack, more ways to be able to be accepted. And although some would never accept her truly, her meeting with Machidael not too long ago rejuvenated her spirits and heightened her emotions.
The northern parts of Ethereal Eclipse were drastically different, to her, from Inferni. Inferni did have some trees and forests, but they were less dense than the closely packed woods she was in now. The area lacked the moors and fields that Inferni claimed, and Sepirah wondered how anyone might see in such a thick woods.
She found herself, then, in a larger clearing, with a small stream running through it. It was a welcome change - she knelt down on her knees to sip from the stream. Her snake remained tucked away in her hair, seemingly sleeping.
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All the beings Vesle can see are imaginary, aside from Emwe, who is most definitely real.
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Vesle was a somewhat different creature, or maybe just the same as she had been a year before. She didn't know it, but her spine had straightened somewhat since Emwe's surprise return. She still felt uneasy looking at him but at least it didn't trigger the arching of her back like before. That morning she had simply left him sleeping near her fire and walked off. She knew he was not about to leave here now that he had found this place; just as she would never leave here. He knew she had eyes everywhere. She would find him if he strayed. His scent lingered in the forest around her: had he come this way earlier?
She was alone now. Or, almost. A conversation was maintained between herself and an elf she had scooped up to sit on her shoulder. Strange sounds came from her, as if in another language, but without meaning. Well, to a listener, at least. Vesle was well aware of what she was talking about with her friend. She laughed abruptly as she closed in on a clearing. This elf was witty! She loved them for their no-nonsense attitude. Her amusement did not last long, however. A familiar scent was on the wind.
Brushing the elf off of her shoulder, Vesle strode into the clearing, easily spotting the intruder. Her neck was on end as she made herself as large as she could be, though the tiny wolfess knew it was not very large. It had been a wake up call since that other filthy thing had come dragging through here, abusing her land. "Remove yourself," she warned. Teeth were showing.
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It was not long before she could catch the scent of another nearby. The area did not smell like any one wolf or coyote - it was more like a mix, a jumble of loners and prey that has passed through the clearing over a long period of time. And yet, a scent was now stronger than the others; it was of two canines, close by, although she could not yet see them.
That did not last for long, however. Through the trees came a canine - she was small and thin, like herself, and female - she seemed weak, at least to Sepirah.
Sepirah bristled as the woman ordered her out. What was it her business, to order Sepirah around? The jackal woman did not move an inch except to pull out her knife, wary. "Why should I?" she asked. "This is not a pack's land."
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Emwe is sorta lurking around nearby but Vesle doesn't know it/realize. Feel free to graze her butt or thigh or something lightly with the knife if you want to have Sepirah go for Vesle :3
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Gray irises were not blind, and the tiny female maintained her threatening grin as she watched the other move to take a blade out. Vesle had not fought much in her young life, nor had she ever fought one with a knife. In fact, most of her battles had been waged in her four-legged form, although she did not really care just then. This was Dahlian land, so far as Vesle was concerned, and no coyote had the right to step on it.
The fact that Vesle was the only, and last one to attempt to maintain the claim did not, in her eyes, mean that the claim was not there. She snarled again. "Big mistake." The tiny femme took another step forward. "This land is mine and Dahlia de Mai's. But it is nothing a dimwit from Inferni would know."
In Vesle's eyes, they were all a bunch of inbred, dumb, pharisaic hypocrites anyway. They claimed they did not murder, nor trespass, nor hate -- and it was all they did. All in the name of some moronic system, she was sure. Well, her mother's life had meant squat to them, and now their lives meant squat to Vesle. The small female bobbed her head pointedly at the knife, as if to announce that she was well aware of her current.. predicament. The other was larger than her, too. "Be wise and leave my land, before I make you part of it," she taunted, grinning.
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Sepirah was not a large canine by any means, but neither was the female in front of her. As she spoke the name of Dahlia de Mai, Sepirah let out a sharp, barking laugh. "Dahlia de Mai is dead," she spat, her hackles rising and her lips rising to expose her fangs as the woman insulted her intelligence. "Who do you think you are?" she snarled, taking a threatening step forward and raising her knife menacingly.
"Make me," Sepirah growled, stepping forward once again; she knew that a larger canine would have been able to take her on easily, but this impudent and tiny wolf held no chance against her alone. "Prove how weak you are to me," she hissed, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
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Emwe is sorta lurking around nearby but Vesle doesn't know it/realize. Feel free to graze her butt or thigh or something lightly with the knife if you want to have Sepirah go for Vesle :3
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The other laughed and Vesle maintained her smile, attempting to unnerve the female as best she could. The hybrid had the advantage, that much was certain, and Vesle wouldn't stand much chance against her, weaponless. "It is only as dead as it still has members, imbecile." Well, it only had one member, as Vesle well knew. But she still intended to rebuild it. Or... at the very least destroy that which destroyed the only home she had ever had. "My name is Vesle Soul," she said, expecting the other to recognize that last name. Recognize it good. She arched an eyebrow and extended her claws.
The filth stepped forward and urged herself closer to bringing Vesle down on her. She could be small, yes -- but one could wonder if the other had taken into account Vesle's complete lack of concern for her own wellbeing. She did not fear death. Many times, she had yearned for it even, at least until desperation had taken a more permanent hold in her mind and now controlled her fake self-confidence like a puppeteer would. Of course, neither female knew the extent of Vesle's disregard of her own safety. The confidence that came with it, however, was well felt by the gray female. With a grin, she spoke in a soft, soft voice, almost apologetic. "You sway my hand." A pause and a final snarl, and Vesle lunged for the other with claws outstretched and jaws open, aiming for her inner thigh or stomach. Where it hurt.
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Sepirah snorted, with no regards to the woman's feeling or even unnerving nature. Why would she smile in the face of an almost certain loss? At least, to Sepirah, it was. The black jackal's smirk grew even larger as the woman introduced herself. "Sepirah Lykoi," Sepirah spat out, her voice laced with an acidic and almost instinctual hatred of the woman; if she would boast of her heritage, so would Sepirah.
An ugly snarl marred Sepirah's face - this woman, so delusional, thinking that Dahlia de Mai still lived, had no sense in her brain. And yet.. perhaps that made her more dangerous. The one who laughed and grinned in the face of clear danger was mad, and it was the mad ones that all feared and none understood. To understand an enemy was to defeat him, and yet no one, not even Sepirah, could understand the workings of a mind who was insane.
She was jolted out of her thoughts when the woman lunged towards her with her claws outstretched, attempting to bite her. Sepirah hastily moved to the side, but not before the smaller woman caught her claw on the inside of her thigh, bringing a burning sensation to the spot, and a small, warm trickle of blood down her leg. Snarling, she spun around and slashed downwards with her blade, attempting to strike the woman's arm.
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Go ahead and have at her if you want it, I don't mind scarring my little bebeh 
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Her grin widened. A Lykoi Infernian; even better. It was like a jackpot, almost. Little did Vesle know the two might be related; she had been spared the information Mew had acquired in her encounter with Halo. Nobody had learned it, as Mew had not told, and so none of her children had any inkling that Inferni was home to several aunts, uncles, cousins. Half-aunts, to be precise, but it didn't matter; that knowledge would easily have shattered the little pale female, but for now she was blissfully unaware of her connection to a family she viewed as the perfect example of a completely debased community, or state of being. They had no worth, and no right to any worth, either. In her mind, they didn't have the right to even attempt to assume worth. The world was better without them. She sneered again as the name resonated with the anger she felt.
She went for the surprise and sure enough, her claw grazed something before she was able to move away. Small size often meant less strength, sure, but it could also mean swifter movements. Not that Vesle had ever trained for it -- in truth, she was lucky to strike anything, probably, especially if the other had trained for it. As far as speed and agility went, they were equally unhindered by their weight, most like. The other spun as Vesle was still retreating from her lunge, striking out with her knife before Vesle could even blink. She was curled, using her arms and claws as weapons, but with a knife in hand, the Lykoi could take a different stance and make different movements. Inexperienced and too slow, Vesle felt a stinging pain and a pull on her upper arm, still pulling back from the Infernian's reach. Her other hand moved automatically towards the place. Now several feet from the uninvited guest, she sidestepped while checking the arm and shoulder swiftly, touching for pain and looking for damage. "I suppose it would have been too much to ask for a Lykoi to play fairly." She snarled the words as she discovered the blood on her hands. It hurt, but the arm was still usable so long as she could take the pain. "And yet you only grazed me, cheat." She smiled confidently, showing no change, though she did not feel as confident as before. Sepirah's arms were longer in the first place, and the advantage was only strengthened by the knife's reach.
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The Lykoi grinned fiercely as her knife met with flesh, causing a tearing sensation in the other's arm; the Soul pulled away from her like a coward, checking her arm - Sepirah snarled, the heat of battle flooding her eyes and mind and causing her to see weakness as the Soul woman checked her wounds in the midst of the fight - only a weak wolf would do such a thing, in Sepirah's mind.
"And it'd be too much to ask of a Soul to show any intelligence," she said, her voice dripping with acid. It was not the jackal's fault that the woman was too stupid to carry any weapons with her, or show any true experiences with fights before picking one with a stranger - but then again, she supposed, this wolf was a special type of moron.
She lunged again, this time aiming her swift knife for the belly, where it would hurt the most and perhaps scare off the impudent wretch; she called her stupid, and yet picked a fight with her, an armed canine.
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Ohoho, enter Emwe soon I think, before Vesle dies or something ;> Also had to stop myself from laughing loudly at the study hall over "but then again, she supposed, this wolf was a special type of moron." XD
anacoluthon - WotD
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Vesle always beleived herself in control of things. Or, rather, she put herself only in situations where she would be in control of things. She was here because she ruled this place; she was fighting an Infernian because she led the vendetta against Inferni on behalf of... anyone who cared about their future. The gray female's voice was laden with the contempt she felt towards the hybrid in front of her, but she found herself dumbfounded. She was always in control, was she not? And yet there was a distinct feeling of lack of control in this situation. The knife was in the other one's hand; the disadvantage that Vesle was at was complete. The blood trickling from her arm was certainly proof enough of her poor position.
The other lashed out with her tongue, continuing the mind-game they were playing in parallell to their physical dance. The tiny wolfess stood crouched with her claws out, but her eyes glanced to the redness at the side of her - she could see her arm in the corner of her eye, or the blood at least. The hybrid's insult infuriated her, as she greatly valued her feeling of being intelligent. More intelligent than the average canine she had known, at least. But the sum of her situation was that her arm hurt, she didn't really know how to fight, Sepirah had a knife and the best she could muster as a response was a furious anacoluthon. Her name! "I could-- How dare you speak my name?!" It wasn't so much an insult back as an open window into the rage she now felt - the Soul name was far more revered than the filthy reputation of the Lykoi, or at least she thought so. That, and she didn't like it when others played her game back at her. Like a stubborn child, she was.
An experienced fighter would recognize how the anger gave rise to a weakness of mind, but Vesle did not know that, nor did she have the time to ponder it. The other came at her, knife in hand, same as Vesle did with one large step to the left and forward, to empower her strike. Her clumsy move and change of position gained her little in terms of Sepirah's damage, but somehow enabled her to dodge the blade to some degree; it had been intended for her softer parts, but now touched the front of her thigh, dangerously high up, too. She barked and immediately stepped forward again to strike the hybrid, sneering as pain seared from the wound and made her feel warm and unwell. It was deeper than the one on her arm. This time, fury fueled her blow. Whatever she caught next, she would pin or bite or... something - knife or no knife.
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