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She had come far into Inferni territory. She had good reason to come to the pack of Coyote's and dogs. Her own pack wasn't much different from the one here, and she planned to use all this to her advantage. Svara had been lucky enough to find an old backpack to her last trip to Halifax. In the bag was some herbs she collected as she walked, it was becoming an OCD to take what she found. Yellow eyes scanned the waste land, only one able to take in what she saw. Her red hair was tied up in a high pony tail at the top of her head, only her bangs free from the tie. The locks had grown to a long length going all the way to her middle back.
Continuing to walk Svara thought about haku. A malicious grin slipped onto her face as she imagined his bones breaking. Of course the constable knew she couldn't do this on her own, but it wasn't just Haku she wanted to take down. It was late, her treak had taken her longer then should had thought it would. Not that she was bothered by it to much. Her body needed the movement to heal faster and keep her from getting stiff. Svara stopped when she got to a waterfall. Setting her backpack down she moved closer to the water. Smiling she started for the edge of the waterfall. Squating down Svara peered over the side down to the deadly fall below. It almost looked like fun to try, but she was here for something else.
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The raven had come to him in the sunset, and spoken of a scarred, red wolf in The Waste. Gabriel had left the remains of his dinner, promised it to the bird, and had the scavenger lead him off. Between his shoulders his fur was on end, irritated at such an intrusion. By the time he had found the girl, his temper had gone from irritated to furious. She was by a waterfall, and the impulse to push her off without reason came to the Aquila. It was ignored as he noticed the wicked scarring on her back—such a thing seemed remarkably uncommon in its brutality.
Suspicion rose in Gabriel, and he continued to advance. “Give me a good reason I don’t shove you off that cliff,” he barked over the roar of the falls, eyes ablaze and body language suggesting he planned on doing just that.
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Svara looked down at the water below. It raged on as it plumetted to the bottom. It truely was a sight, one she didn't get to see to often. The burning sun was leaving the territory a wicked red as it sank closer to dusk. The constable thought about weather she would be able to make this work, it was her own stuborness that drove her here. She didn't hear him apporach over the loud water, but she heard his voice. It didn't scare her or really surprise her, ever since she had stepped on the lands she had been waiting for a person to pop out of no where.
Turning around to look at him, Svara once again stood to her full height and her one good yellow eye looked at him. The constable knew the leader of Inferni was Gabriel, but she had no idea what he looked like. Something told her this was the man she had come to talk to, weather that was true or not she wasn't sure. A grin flicked onto her maw her bangs moving around her face due to the wind from the waterfall. "It's your land, you could do as you please, but I came because we have something in common." Her yellow eyes were sharp, but not threatening. Walking closer to the male she stopped a few feet from him so it wasn't a shouting match to hear. "Something we both don't like." The she wolf said her grin no longer on her young face.
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She was ruined for someone so young. It was remarkable to see—it was foolish, and it meant that she had done stupid things like this before. That scar on her back, though, it meant something. Someone had a problem with her, and someone had taken it out on her. Of all the people in this terrible place, Gabriel could think of only one person who had the devil in him to do such a thing.
Body tense, Gabriel remained still as the girl rose. The desire to send her plummeting from the falls was still very present, but it was not enough to cause him to do so. He would tolerate her just enough—and her words, as she began to speak, were intriguing. “That doesn’t excuse you,” he grunted, and jerked his head towards the path behind him. “Start walking. You can explain yourself on the way out.”
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Sounds good to me :p
Svara watched him closely waiting. She was sure the handsome dog had found his fair share of problems with wolves. Isn't that what made up Inferni: Wolf haters? The water kept raging loud as ever and she waited for him to respond to what she had said. Although he seemed like the uptight kind, Svara had a feeling she wouldn't mind this man. A surprise on her usually uncontrolable personality. The young she wolf saw his eyes travel over her scars and it made her self consious and she wanted to bark at him to stop looking at them. Looking at her as if she was...ruined. Scars were the trophies of her life, she had many foolish mistakes that had earned theses scars, but she wasn't ruined.
Svara held her tounge and looked at the water instead to calm her raging heart. Finally he spoke up and she nodded slightly to him. Walking ahead of him to the path he presented. Knowing he would follow her Svara didn't look back or wait for him. He was probably looking at the word in her back while he was at it. "I guess you've taken it upon yourself to notice my scars?" Svara said putting a smirk on her face so to think she didn't care they were there. Shaking her head she let the smile fall. "Dahlia De Mai. I am here because of that pack, and Haku Soul." Svara said her husky voice void of any emotion towards either one of her two subjects. The last thing the constable was going to do was let emotions get into the way of her plans.
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She obeyed, which was more then he expected, given the fire in her eyes. Gabriel followed behind the girl silently, claws digging into the ground as he moved. At her voice, both of his ears lifted. His eyes narrowed sharply, and a frown twisted his muzzle. He exhaled through his nose in a huff. “I gather he’s responsible for most of them,” Gabriel grunted. It didn’t surprise him. Haku had proven exactly what kind of man he was the day he had strung up the mother and child.
The thought made his eyes go dead, and the rage rose in his chest again. Staring at her back, the impulse to attack, to kill, came like a tide. One bite to the back of her neck, down she would go, dead and gone. Like the strangers he had killed during the war. Like Iskata. He no longer considered them people.
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Sounds good to me :p
She kept walking. Svara could feel his deadly gaze behind her, not that death was all that terrifying. Once you were dead it really didn't matter did it? It took a lot to let him at her back knowing he could kill her so easily there. There were things you did to protect what you loved. She didn't know who or what this male had done in his hatred for wolves, but she was sure he had brought many heart ache, just as many had brought him some. Svara had no intention of letting this drop, she needed his help and she would get it.
His words made her finally look over her shoulder, yellow eyes sharp and now deadly. "No. They are my own fault. I'm not here for my fucking Scars." She said cooly, her husky voice never missing a beat. Looking ahead of herself again she took in a deep breath. Steadying her nerves and temper she tried to cool before speaking again. "Haku Soul has caused many pain, and I think it's time for him to die." She said again extracting the emotion from her voice. "It's time Dahlia stops ignoring the demon they selfishly harbor. He is under Cercelee's law, and anything he does is her responsablity. She is just as guilty for his sins." The constable stated.
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A smile broke across Gabriel’s face at the hiss. The denial in her tone was exquisite. She might have imagined those scars proved a point, but the Aquila saw them as nothing more then mistakes. All of his had been. Most had been earned in war—her own, he was sure, were likely for petty reasons. It took a lot of brass to carve WHORE into someone’s back, and as mad as he reckoned Haku to be, he doubted it was without reason.
“I don’t know what you came here expecting,” Gabriel said flatly, charms around his neck clinking quietly. “But Cercelee and I have an agreement. I will not act because a child cannot do so herself.” That was a test. He had seen the spark of anger, and he imagined that she had come here to provoke a response. Now it was his turn.
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Sounds good to me :p
His words ruffled her, made her heart drop and she almost felt like vomitting. It wasn't like she was going to give up, but Svara was nervous of his refusal more then his anger. Taking in a breath she was glad he was behind her so not to see her expressions. The constable was trying to play her words out in her head, she didn't need to screw up. She didn't look back, hoping not to show any of the emotions she was feeling. Unlike many wolves Svara was easy to read, her emotions were written on her face, readable at all times.
"I came expecting you to listen to me. I came with the intention to probably get my ass kicked and some more scars, but if that is what it takes for the protection of my pack then so be it." The red she wolf said her tall body tense. The roar of the water had faded and her hair had relax to settle down her back. Her pulse was roaring and she was already feeling like she was getting anywhere. Looking over her shoulder her yellow eyes were sparking. "My pack is not so different from yours...Gabriel...I would think you of all people would understand." Svara turned her head and pushed a hand through her bangs.
He called her a child like it was a sin. Was youth so bad? She wasn't stupid, and she accepted the mistakes she had made. Why then again and again did she feel like people were judging her mistakes? It drove anger into her gut and a burning need to spit in their faces and ask them all the mistakes they had made. She was ready to make her stand. Stopping she turned to face the handsome leader and tilted her head up in a strong way. "Cercelee is a fool. She plays it safe, and right now her lillium is going insane. Will it take the life of one of your members for you to act?" She turned and stood there. "And yeah I'm young, but it makes me all the prettier." Svara said with a small smirk.
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Even though her face was hidden, her body betrayed her worry. Gabriel had been reading people for years, and she was not experienced enough to hide such a thing from him. Still, he remained silent, and listened as she attempted to explain herself. His eyes narrowed, and he frowned slightly. The mention of his name did not surprise the Aquila—after all, if she knew Haku as intimately as he suspected, she knew him. Then quite suddenly she stopped and turned, and his feet planted themselves in the dirt, preemptively expecting her to attack.
Gabriel’s face remained stoic. “Listen,” he said coldly. “You know nothing of me. You know nothing of Inferni. Neither Haku nor Cercelee will spill coyote blood as long as our treaty stands.” Behind him his tail lashed once, cat-like. “I intend to kill Haku. But I will not risk open war to do so. Go back to your pack and learn politics before you come here—crossing the borders uninvited was your first mistake. Now move,” Gabriel growled, and motioned with his head for her to continue.
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Sounds good to me :p
Her breath was cold in her chest. Svara wasn't going to give up on this. It wasn't war she wanted, she wanted was a knowing friend and pack she could count on. Hands fisted the constable took in a deep breath. She knew she wasn't as experianced at this as he was. Did it make her so pathetic? No, and she knew that. She hadn't risen in ranks like most had to too obtain this position, but she would do what ever it took to protect her family. Looking ahead she frowned bitting the inside of her cheek until blood washed into her mouth. She would lash out, it was useless and it would keep her from thinking straight. "How can you be so sure? I lived with them, I know him a little better then you don't you think?" The she wolf asked her voice as calm as she could get it.
"I'm not asking for war Gabriel, and I never claimed to know you either. I only claim that your pack and mine are very much alike. All I want is you to know that my pack isn't your enemy." Looking over her shoulder at him again her yellow eyes were sharp. "How many lives before you get your chance to kill him? Don't act like some god because your on your lands. We are all mortal." Coming up to the border she stepped out of the lands and looked back at the male one more time. "Politics are what have created these dark souls to begin with. I have no intention of joining them. It was nice to meet you Gabriel." Svara nodded her head to the man and turned to walk home, she could still taste the blood in her mouth.
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