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[Matinee]

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A cave in The Waste had served as a decent enough home. At least well enough to keep her hidden. Days ago she'd scented Ahren, and the paranoia had set in, deep into her marrow. Perhaps it would be better to leave this place. To run away and hide and not come back. But oh, how she had loved him. He was not the type to forgive, part of her was certain of that. Or maybe it was just the bitter, icy cold voice of Misery who had spoken to her often in the night that made her so certain it would end badly. Matinee had always been too trusting to realize that perhaps, Misery's bitter jealously over Matinee's spotless, happy, and love-filled life might just have been the cause of those paranoia inducing rants. Or maybe it was just her sibling's madness. Either way, she felt terribly afraid.


It was nearing dawn now, as she left the cave where she'd holed up, like a wounded animal. She wore no cloak, and had no weapons on her. In one of her rare moments she'd chosen to go hunting in her unshifted form, and had managed to catch a rabbit. Her hollow belly hadn't allowed her to carry it home, and she'd devoured it hole. Spots of blood were on her muzzle as she walked, now happily shifted back to her two legged form. For now, hiding would do. The gypsy-woman would not take off back to the roaming world until the stars shifted, and the weather cleared. The days were dark with a clouded sun, and that was a bad omen. But her fate would no doubt clear up, she thought, briefly touching her empty eye. The Captain had it put out for her sins. But she had no doubt that the fate's would turn kinder, and that the years before her would ease. Instead of the dark mess it had been since she was taken after leaving their home because of the fight. With a quiet, and weary sigh she continued to walk along, lost in her thoughts.

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[Corona Lykoi]

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_____Even though Inferni hadn't claimed the entirety of the Waste, it may as well have belonged to them. The higher reaches of the area were still well travelled by the clan even outside of the border. Corona had seen Marlowe circling overhead of that area earlier in the day and her interest had been piqued, so simply for a break from things, she ventured in that general direction. She found it to be quite a place and very much like the rest of Inferni; untamed, wild, and almost familiar. Just like their home over the mountain, it had a raw beauty.


_____From the shore to inland where the grasses and the trees began came the caverns. It was one particular area where the caves were bored into the hillside that completely offset her previous thoughts of the place. It had hit her like a fist out of the haze on that day, a smell so familiar that it made her sick with rage instantly. Forget escaping the stress of the day, she suddenly had a score to settle. It was hard to shake the image of her father from her mind, just how hopeful he was for her return, just how much he loved her. And as far as Corona knew, he still did.


_____But Matinee had hurt him in a way that she couldn't forgive. She had trailed one particular smell back to the cavern where it seemed like she had been staying, bristled fur head to tail and a wild fire burning in her piercing blue eyes. It was recent, so recent that it made her feel even more enraged that the gypsy woman had been literally staying in Inferni's backyard. Snarling to herself, she fell into a wait, having a hunch that her blue-eyed step-mother would be back to her little cave. She'd be a surprise, but not necessarily a good one, and in Corona's mind, definitely not a good one.

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