[html] Character Name: Yrael Sysilia
Character Birthdate (including year): April 25, 2006
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci Ortus
Gender: male
Your e-mail: red_gelert@hotmail.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): MSN; see above
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Um ... button on ... another site? 0_o I dun remember which.
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UNFINISHED
Bleak.
The world was bleak.
Looking up at the blistered grey sky, Yrael realised this. It wasn't a nice day, certainly. Rather the contrary, in fact; it was the kind of weather, he mused, that might easily be deemed unpleasant. Miserable. Personally, though, he minded not, raising his maw to the heavens, jaws parted slightly to allow the pleasant scent of rain to settle on his taste buds. Hell, he liked stormy skies. Cool, mild, damp, and dark -- rain blattered against his muzzle, in his eyes, peppering flecks of wet on brown checkered fur. High above, swollen black clouds rolled and rumbled, roaring with thunder and crackling violently. Yrael relished it.
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What percent of your character is coyote?
 Rain seemed to be the only thing the heavens felt like making any more, and Anselm couldn't recall the last time they'd had sunny skies for two consecutive days or more. The rivers had swollen considerably and threatened to spill over their banks, but all of Inferni was situated on a hill so he wasn't particularly worried. Maybe the terrain offered them a tactical advantage, but it also offered a welcome amount of protection against floods, too.
Mud squished between his toes as he moved along and got kicked up to cover the lower parts of his legs. He ignored it and pressed on, as he'd scented some kind of foreigner very near the borders. A bolt of lightning illuminated the area behind the strange canine, and Anselm moved forward directly, tail and ears erect. "Something interesting going on up there?" he asked, wondering why on earth the stranger wasn't paying more attention to what was going on at ground level. That was most always where the action was.
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[html] (( EDIT: x_x I fail. I just figured out how to edit. Gah. Doubly sorry.
Agh, sorry, I didn't realise posts couldn't be edited. >.< Yrael's about 50%; his parents were both half-coyote, but you couldn't tell it by looking at him. He just looks like a smallish wolf. ))
Easing back into an gentle lope, Yrael continued on his way; pawsteps a-weaving, meandering along the muddied, windswept earth, he moved with a carefree swagger in his stride. His body language suggested calm neutrality, tail dropped and head out, and his demeanor seemed nice enough. Polite, content. Indeed -- at first glance, he looked quite the picture of dignity and respect.
But those eyes.
Yrael's eyes were alight with an unearthly fire, dancing and flashing maliciously in the dull illumination. Rage gleamed there, hatred, loathing, disgust -- and evil. What terrors lurked within those sockets; what insurmountable vileness. This was no simple coyote. No, no. This was Yrael.
Oh yes, he could play nice. Would play nice, for the time being. He needed this opportunity, and the rules were simple enough; lying low was something Yrael excelled at, and either way, with no past to return to and no obligations -- what could it hurt to try? Yes, he would act the part, and act it well. He would do it with style; he would do it with grace. With that certain precision of work he took so much pride in, he would use Inferni as a cover. Serve the pack well, he would -- yes, even take some pride in it. But loyalty?
No.
He wouldn't openly betray the coyotes, of course, far from it. But trust was something Yrael could not bring himself to believe in, and there was no reason for that to change now. Yrael needed the Inferni for a reason, and he would hold up his end of the deal. He always did.
"Something interesting up there?"
A harsh voice severed Yrael's ponderings, making him twitch imperceptibly. Must be calm, must calm, he reminded himself. Breath deep. He turned his gaze, the glow from his mismatched eyes cutting through the darkness like teeth, blue and gold against the grey solemnity of rain and fog. Water blurred his vision, trailing down his face like tears. He blinked.
"Not in particular," the heavily tattooed hybrid replied, sharp bark of a voice faint against the din of thunder and pouring rain, "I just like the rain."
With those few brief words, Yrael slowed to an easy walk, picking his way between boulders and muck, eyes glued to the figure on the blackened horizon. There was no doubt in his mind of the authority of the creature compared to him; so proud, so tall, he stood, compared to Yrael's reduced stance. Not that Yrael was intimidated in the slightest -- although as a precaution he let his tail fall further, averted his other's gaze respectfully.
"In all due respect, I wished to talk to your leader."
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Hey, at least you found it! XD If you need help finding anything else just PM me or whatever!
His eyes narrowed slightly once the other hybrid came into better view; the guy didn't look like he had a lot of coyote blood in him. Then again, Anselm looked practically like a pure-bred wolf and was considerably larger. Whatever. So he liked the rain, eh? "Well, then I'll bet you've been delighted lately, huh?" he grumbled. It was not a challenge and it wasn't said for any reason other than that was the way he acted.
At the other's request Anselm simply snorted as his blood red eyes roved over the stranger's form again. He certainly didn't look like anybody related to Gabriel (or anybody else here). "And just who the hell are you that he needs to take time out of his busy day to come running?" he demanded, tone even as ever. Most folks that had business with Inferni's leader would ask for him by name. His eyes betrayed some agitation now--and this was intentional.
In all due respect his ass. He didn't take too kindly to the implication that he wasn't good enough. The golden hybrid knew that his cousin had placed him as second-in-command for a damned good reason: he could deal with shit while the Aquila was busy elsewhere. Anselm prided himself on getting to the borders often enough to know almost every new face from day one. Furthermore, his scent defined the borders as much as Gabriel's, he'd lived in the lands before everybody else had even showed up, and he'd been on the front-line throughout the entire war with the Dahlians. Finally, the two cousins spoke and trained together on nearly a daily basis--did he really think that the leader wouldn't regard his beta's opinion? He gazed long and hard in stony silence as he waited for some sort of explanation.
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