DaVinci sat outside the lighthouse, the scene of the murders long since gone, the animals of the wild having scavenged the corpses and DaVinci himself had finally felt the hollow eyes of the ghosts long since dead watching and waiting. In that moment he'd taken the task in his own hands and had buried the remains of the poor unfortunate souls. He wasn't exactly sure why he had done it but it was done and there was nothing he could do to undo it even if he wanted to. The male could almost swear he could still smell the decay and blood that the lower level of the building had been washed in though he knew it to be long gone. He shook himself, hoping to rid the feelings from his shoulders though he knew it was only wishful thinking.
Glancing out across the ocean at the coming storm the male bared his fangs, tired of the howling winds and angry snarls of the ocean. It was like a child throwing a hissy fit and flinging all it's toys onshore, then when realizing they were all gone screaming and yelling some more. He sure was getting tired of the rain. The male was getting tired of a lot of things but that was beside the point, the rain was now and threatening his already dark and gloomy day.
[html] | http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The sea called to Kaena as plainly as the cry of another coyote, and she found herself wandering away from the territory again. Since she'd come here three weeks ago, she had steadily grown more confident in her surroundings, and now ventured through the Dampwoods, taking her time as she kept close to the mountain. Inferni was not so far away, but it would take her a good few hours to make the trek back home again. The rain didn't bother her so much; it seemed to have been going on for the past three days, and Kaena was tired of waiting for it to stop to make her next venture out to these new territories, and so she had gone, ignoring the light drizzle that dampened her ashen fur.
When she had reached the edge of the woods, she heard the shore's call as clearly as anything, and decided to watch the storm roll in from out over the ocean. She picked her way across the sand, noting that it was far smoother and finer grain than the sands of Drifter Bay and the Waste, and even Inferni's tiny strip of coastline. It was like silk between her toes, and as Kaena ambled across its length she felt she was on Hell's Coast again, watching the wind whip the ocean into a furor. The waves violently wrecked the sandy shores. The Lykoi noticed an island, and saw there was a lighthouse there. Figuring the view to be fantastic, the hybrid picked up the pace and went to the spot on the coast closest to it. The swim was short, but the ocean was frenetic and the Lykoi hesitated just a moment, standing looking at the bruise-colored ocean swirling before she made the plunge.
The water was frigid, and Kaena almost regretted this decision, but she quickly paddled through the water, her strong Optime legs powering through the narrow channel. Before she even lost her breath, she was on the other side, climbing out of the water dripping wet. She shook the salt from her fur, realizing it was an exercise in futility—it would be mere moments before the skies opened up and dumped just as much water back over her head. The hybrid snorted, and headed for the lighthouse, delicately picking between large rocks as she went. Most were off-green and covered in some kind of moss or algae; only the hardiest, salt-loving types would survive here. Lightning illuminated the fast-dimming day for a moment, and thunder followed shortly after, grumbling displeasure over the lands.
As she rounded the corner of the lighthouse, her single eye fell on another creature. She was surprised—she hadn't expected to see anyone this far out. She was aware of the presence of Phoenix Valley to the south and east, but she did not know that Phoenix Valley and Inferni were currently unfriendly. Either way, unless she had an order from Gabriel to treat members of a certain pack with kindness, it didn't matter what the status of the two groups' relationship was. Kaena rarely went for friendly, and as she smelled this wolf, something jarred her memory.
Recognition stirred inside of her brain, and a cold, reptilian feeling crept through her. The silver hybrid knew this hybrid—not by name, but by the taste of his blood. The chip in his ear was her work—she clearly recalled chasing the smart-mouthed little bastard off of Inferni sands previously, her teeth finding flesh. He was lucky she had only gone so far; having her own children had made Kaena far more sympathetic to them, though that hadn't stopped her from killing one in the throes of the Aremys war. There were no rules in battle, anyhow—children were just as fair game as anyone else standing in her way. A cruel smile crossed Kaena's charcoal lips, and her aged fangs bared in a sarcastic grin. "How's that ear?" she cooed at him, her voice taking the high-pitched, condescending tone sort of one would take in talking to a misbehaving child.
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DaVinci's mind had been adrift for a long time, but this was a blast from his past that he hadn't expected to return. The voice behind him was almost one that he didn't recognize that it had almost been forgotten but as he turned his face towards the woman the hairs along his back began to stand on end as he growled, his stormy orbs narrowing as he looked the dark scarred up woman up and down a moment before he stated plain as day. "And you're still an ugly princess.." For now the male actually knew who the woman was, not that she'd been a princess, but rather a queen of sorts, reigning over the lands of Inferni with blood and brimstone.
He turned his face away from the aging bitch and gazed out upon the waters once more before he grumbled. "What do you want Kaena.." the note of irritation in his voice present as he spoke up a little more firming adding. "And why aren't you dead yet.." He really did have bad luck, one of the few who'd ever left scars upon his body and the bitch still lived. His ears flicked back, the tag from Gamma7 glittering dulling in the light as he wondered just what in the world the woman was doing still sitting there.
When his stormy orbs turned back to the woman he studied her face a moment before asking one last question. "Did I leave a little mark on your pretty face that you want revenge for?" He taunted, he was already pissed and tired of the world, what would he get for harassing the old woman with poison in her soul.
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When she was younger and he was still a child, Kaena had realized he was a hybrid. Even now, the slant of his face and the tapering muzzle on his face made it abundantly clear that he carried coyote blood. Still, he had stank of pack then, and now he stank of more pack. There were coyote hybrids born into packs all the time—the mixed breed Laruku had been born into Clouded Tears, and he was descended from Arlo Xyl, Inferni's one-time leader. He had chosen his side, or stayed with it—whichever. Some of her own grandchildren were born into a wolf pack, but Jael, Enigma, and Halo had chosen Inferni over their homeland, and in Kaena's mind that made them more coyote, regardless of actual blood percentages.
She snorted, only now recalling the old taunt. Her old head waved from side to side, and she laughed at him, a harsh and derisive sound that echoed between the rocky outcroppings of the tiny island. She was no longer the princess of Inferni, and she had not been for a long time. Not since Zarah first vacated her post, so even then, the taunt was out of date by nearly a decade. "No new material?" she scoffed at him. "I don't want anything from you, mutt," she said, shaking her head in disbelief at him. That same irritating statement about her and being dead flowed from his mouth, and she growled at him, her raven lips pulling back to reveal yellowed fangs that were still fatal. She had no other response to the question—the new scar across her belly, still somewhat pink and shiny, spoke loudly enough. She had almost died. She should have died. Yet here she was, still alive and breathing, wandering the earth. The gods' irony knew no bounds.
His needle-sharp puppy teeth had clenched home on her nose when he was younger, and surely he'd tasted her blood. The wounds were superficial and shallow, and had been little more of an annoyance. She brought one gray hand to her face, touching her muzzle, running her silver fingers across her shiny coal nose. Her fingers traced to the slices on the side of her muzzle and the crescent scar beneath her missing eye, then the socket itself, tracing the ancient mark above that gaping hole her mother had made, and then finally to that other thin cut on the side of her face above her eye. She shook her head after a moment, grinning at him with that same snarl across her face. "Nope," she said. "But I do see a coyote in wolf's clothing," she added, nodding at him with that same scarred head. "How's pack life? Is the coyote in your head screaming for his freedom yet?"
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ooc-atleast I got back to it today! Now DaVi's gonna slap a bitch up in here!
DaVinci merely sat there silently, his soul numb to most things now and only wishing that the old crone would disappear or dry up like the bag of bones she was and blow away in the breeze.. but like always he was never that lucky and instead she actually seemed like she wanted to hold some jest of a conversation that centered around picking on him and showing him how horrible his life had turned out when he'd followed the life of a wolf instead of joining the wretched clan that had taken everything from him and left him in a place he didn't understand.
When she questioned him he turned his eyes towards her and muttered. "If you don't want anything then why are you still here." though he knew there was probably not going to be an answer to the question. A small tick of annoyance, a voice in the back of his head wondering if this was something that Gabriel had set the woman up to. He clamped his jaw shut tight at the idea, not wanting to give the male much satisfaction from the games of the woman if it was such.. and yet.. she kept on howling in his ear.
His eyes watched as she seemed to try and figure out if he'd left a scar upon her body but when she came away with an answer he bared his fangs and said sarcastically. "It's a pity, might have added to your beauty.." before turning away and settling back to listening to the wind and hoping that very soon she'd disappearing the the cries and whistles of the sea. She didn't, of course.. and yet instead of some annoying little perk the words she taunted him with struck deep and they struck hard as he turned quickly, his fangs bared in anger as a snarl erupted from his throat.
He took a step towards her, the arch of his arm swung quickly and the back of his hand looking to slap the bitch as his words rumbled, "The only thing that I would have given up my pack and family for your clan has barred from me.." His eyes turning to a sea of rage as the male glared at the wretched woman who'd come back to taunt him once more.
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Clear hatred burned in the yellow-gold eye of the coyote hybrid for this one. He had been born into a pack, obviously, and he had stayed with that life all this time, despite being a high percentage coyote. That heritage presented itself clearly in his larger ears and his slighter, lithe body. He had the blue-gray fur of a wolf and he stank clearly of a pack, but to Kaena here was a coyote, plain as day. He spoke, asking why she was here, and she nearly snorted. These were not claimed lands, and she had just as much of a right to roam here as anyone else. If she were a less proud creature, she might have turned around and left him alone—but they had a past and a score to settle by her book, and she would know the taste of this hybrid's blood just as he had known hers.
She sneered at him. "Beauty is useless," she said sharply, though this was an exaggerration of anger—certainly Fatin's beauty was not useless, what with her fiery red curls and her deep, verdant eyes. On Kaena, however, beauty really was useless—what kind of a warlord was beautiful? Her scars told more far more than beauty ever could—they proclaimed her a strong, fast creature, capable of inflicting damage and death. Her words had struck something in him, and he finally turned to face her, advancing fast. She held her ground, that glittering golden eye watching him with all the fierceness of a predator. His right arm swung, the back of his heavy hand connecting with her blind side's cheek. There were no claws to the attack, and it had stung her face.
The hybrid coyote hadn't wanted to pick much of a fight—she hadn't fought anyone or anything in a while, and the last serious fight she'd entertained was Astaroth, and the pink scar across her belly proved she'd almost died from it. But now, her charcoal lips drew back and revealed yellowed teeth, still deadly. She had no response to his words; they were meaningless to the hybrid and anyway, he'd chosen pack life. That made him a wolf in her book. She took a few steps back and jerked her head to the side, the bones in her neck cracking audibly. She was older, yes, and slower than she had been when she was in her prime, but even so, she hadn't even entered the twilight of her life yet as a Luperci Ortus, and she had good years left in her bones if she treated herself well. And stopped doing this.
But the slap echoed in her mind, and thoughts of self-preservation were abandoned, swept away by a tide of fury. The shift began almost automatically, without conscious thought from the Lykoi matron. She fell forward onto her forelegs, her paws growing in size as her fingers shrank back into them, the thick, shaggy mane hanging down her back almost seeming to attach itself to her neck, hanging down between her forelegs a few inches off of her belly, the fur at once silky and protective of her throat and her heart, the weakest areas of her body. That snarl never faded from her face, and before she was even totally shifted she advanced, completing the shift as she closed the distance fast between herself and DaVinci, her head low and her head pointed toward his right leg in a move seeming to cut it out from under him—but at the last second she diverted her attention to his left leg, sweeping low in an attempt to catch just above his foot with her massive Secui jaws. She presented only the top of her head and her massive, thick shaggy mane to him; her ears were folded back almost completely into the mess of fur along her back and spine.
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The woman's reminder had sent a fury through his veins and the anger had blinded him when the sound of the slap had seemed to hush the waves for mere moments. He stepped back and snarled at the woman as suddenly it seemed that she'd slipped into the shift that he knew so well. The one most of his life was spent in when not in his optime form. He growled and as soon as he realized that the fight he normally would have avoided was unavoidable in that split second he let instinct take control as his own form began to shift down. Although she'd had the time to shift already and was closing the distance between them he kept his eyes on her, knowing that she was weak on one side while he had youth on his side and full vision.
When she'd feinted her attack and move to the left quickly he let out a thundering roar at the woman and threw himself forward, his body aimed to land atop the bitch and pin her to the ground, though finishing the shift in the process made it to where his aim wasn't one hundred percent accurate right at this moment. His long limbs finally hit ground as he felt the snap of her jaws just short of his hind leg as he kicked out at her, attempting to catch her in the jaw as he tried to right himself.
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The rage had begun to simmer, dialing down from that blind hatred into something malleable and controllable. Kaena was a creature of instinct over emotion, and as she had advanced forward on the wolf-coyote she had felt that lizard brain take over. It slithered with cold indifference into her mind and diluted the boiling red rage just enough so that she could see again. Ancient instinct and old experience flooded into her brain, a hundred fights and battles flashing steadily through her mind. There was a look of complete malevolence lurking in her single golden eye, and her pupil had grown to an immense size, expanding and taking up most of her iris until just the thinnest piece of gold was left. She was excited, and her single eye had to work hard to absorb all of the potential light in this place.
The speed of his kick surprised her, and she was just a millisecond too late to dodge it as his razor sharp claw grazed against her shoulder. He had drawn first blood, but like a flash the coyote hybrid was out from under him and had whirled around, her teeth striking like a rattlesnake in an attempt to connect with the side of his face. Blood leaked steadily from the cut; it was superficial at best and though it stung her fur and brought the spice of blood to the air, it was not an extremely detrimental wound to the Lykoi. She darted away from the combat in an instant, prancing just beyond his reach for just a moment before darting for him again, this time feinting for a strike with her jaws again toward his face while simultaneously reaching out with her massive forepaw, the jagged claws extended and aiming again to rip one of his legs out from beneath him to disable him.
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