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It had been two days since she had came to these lands, been accepted as an Inferni. She had been so delighted to join a group such as this clan of coyotes. It had been the medicine she needed to mend the wounds of her recently killed mother, Uilos. She had not known exactly how long she had been drifting in that great ocean, but she felt that it hat purposefully brought her here. Thus, the young coyote did not pine for long for the loss of her mother, however close they were. She knew that she would have to move on, that she should not linger on such things; her mother had taught her that when her father and her older brother became scarce. She did not know where the two males of her first family had gone, but she did not really care. She had never cared much for them, never created the bonds necessary to stir such a state of mind.
She had met Kaena Lykoi first, then Halo Lykoi the next day. Merilin wondered what today would bring. She always began with aspirations for an adventure. She was such a curious creature, after all. Today, she had fallen asleep in some grass in the great forest near the mansion. She thought that mansion was amazing and everything, but not being a Luperci, the structure was strange and foreign to her still. She decided to sleep in the forest; she had never been in one and had found that she enjoyed it very much. The sleeping coyote blinked a couple times to try and get that sleepy feeling away. She never liked that strange feeling that was like some external force holding her lids shut. The russet coyote lifted her head, her bright blue eyes taking in the wet morning. She always liked to pretend that she could take in everything at once. Dew. Water. Grass. Dirt. Mud. Tree. Nose. Everything seemed so nice.
The young coyote jumped to her feet, suddenly ready for another day. “Good morning, everything,” she sang out in a strange tune. She trotted over toward a strange structure on the ground. “What are you?” She set her nose down toward it, poking it with that wet apparatus. “Oh! A leaf!” She laughed at her own ridiculousness. Of course it was a leaf. Of course. The blood on her head had been washed away by the constant rain and drizzle; now she did not even notice the throb. The would that the young creature had received from the bear was healing so quickly, that she had already forgotten it. It was all lost in time now.
Cheerfully, the russet coy trotted over toward a large rock in the middle of the forest. She sang randomly to herself as she went: “Laaa lalaaaa lalaaaa lalalala.” The young coyote always liked to sing to herself. It kept her company; not that she needed to worry about company. She knew for sure, now, that she was not alone, here in the land of the Inferni. She would never be alone again, she hoped. With a great leap, Merilin pounced up onto the rock, then used the rock as a lift to climb onto a great tree with a trunk many times the length of her body. There, she found a small little dip in the bark where water was collecting. “Water, water, water; Water is so good, it is cold and wet and nice to touch, oh water water water!” she sang before allowing her funny pink tongue to come out and lap it up noisily. Water got everywhere, but she either did not notice, or was not bothered by it.
Having got her fill, she lept off the tree, which was a good distance from the ground. Ahhhhhh!” It was a sound filled with shock and also excitement. She landed on her front feet, then her back, and then completely lost her balance and ended up on the ground. Immediately without interruption, she began to roll about on the ground, getting the scent of the forest all over her. “Mmmmm, dirt,” she sighed.
Eventually, she grew tired, and exhausted from her short but crazy morning activities, she began to feel tired. “Maybe it’s time for a nap…” she said aloud through a yawn. Her blue eyes began to close again. Still laying on her back, the russet coyote fell asleep, paws tucked to her chest, her tongue falling out of her open mouth.
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i'm definitely finding this thread horribly amusing already. merilin is silly. xD and sorry this is so short—i'm not feeling so good. ><;
mall-caps;color:#555555;line-height:10px;">i am picking at remains of other lives
and watching colors and tragic looking passerbys.
From within a low clump of bushes Jael watched the strange coyote like one a spectacle in the sideshow of a circus. The low, faint sound of singing had attracted his attention and searching for the source, the pale hybrid found the bizarre little creature going about her strange, solitary activities. Madness was about the being, obvious in the very peculiar way she behaved and carried herself, rolling about on the ground after leaping from the tree she’d climbed. She spoke to herself as though believing she had a live audience, lying on her back and attempting a nap right out in the open, utterly unprotected and defenseless with her belly in the air. Rising, he crept closer, aware this coyote was a member of Inferni from the scent lingering in her coat, yet also knowing they’d never meet before.
Slinking on ghost-like paws, inching his way ever nearer to the coyote as silent as a shadow, he paused as close as possible without her becoming aware of his presence—at least, as near as he dared without her proving herself alert to his proximity. “You’re quite comfortable for a newcomer,” he stated bluntly, watching the strange coyote with fire-colored eyes. There was a faint humor in his tone though his face didn’t reflect it, knowing he himself would never harm a fellow clan-mate without reason, but reminded that even within their borders they weren’t safe. Wolves trespassed without care, waltzing across their skull-ridden edge and into the heart of their homeland, proving themselves the arrogant, disrespectful bastards they truly were.
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OOC: Thank you!
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The russet coyote jumped, her eyes opening suddenly to reveal those bright blue orbs, filled with shock. For a moment, the coyote did not move, too shocked by the voice to do anything about. The mouth was still open, the tongue still hanging out. It all looked like some ludicrous figurine. Silence. …More silence. And then, suddenly, as if by some miracle, there was movement. The young coyote closed her mouth, rolled onto her side, and then pushed herself up with a small paw. She spun around to confront the voice which was shockingly male. She hadn’t seen one in a long time, several months at least. Merilin’s blue eyes gazed at this white coyote-thing with both shock and awe. Her head cocked to one side. “Shouldn’t I be?” she asked innocently.
She looked at him. “You don’t look like a coyote,” she said thoughtfully, her natural curiosity kicking in. She was a bit more timid around this one, because she had never had good relationships with the males in her life: her father and her brother. They had not necessarily been cruel to her, but they had not been the best of relationships. She found that dealing with her brother and her father was an entirely different story than dealing with her mother. She didn’t understand males. Thus, she found herself feeling quite timid here, as she stood before the young male. “Well, not really, anyway,” Merilin added as an afterthought.
The russet coyote stood there awkwardly, each of her paws raising slightly, then falling in counterclockwise order beginning with her right forepaw. Her blue eyes looked away momentarily, and then back at the white male. She saw his eyes. Such pretty little, things they were. “Ooooh! Pretty!” She suddenly bounded toward him, completely forgetting about the male himself, only trying to lift herself up to get a better look at those fiery toned eyes of his. Her blue eyes came terribly close to his. Then she fell back to the ground, backing away, spinning around. She laughed delightedly. If she could, she could have taken them and buried them in the ground for safe keeping.
“I’m Merilin,” the young female offered, her timidity completely forgotten for the moment. “I came here a couple days ago. I’ve met Kaena Lykoi and Halo, too,” she continued as if reciting something that she had memorized. She stood there smiling at him, her russet tail wiggling gentle. “I’ve never met you. What’s your name? Are you a coyote? I am. My name is Merilin Ethuil.” The young female seemed to forget that she had already told him her name. No matter; repetition was good.
The blue eyes suddenly seemed to be both looking at the male and at something else all at once. In reality, she was not looking at the male; she was looking at a piece of dust floating through the air as the sunlight hit it. Her eyes began to move as the dust took flight, gliding about. Swirling, swirling, twisting, turning. And suddenly, it disappeared. “Good-bye, dust!”
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This was the strangest creature he’d met so far. Brilliant blue eyes opened, however the coyote did not otherwise move a muscle, frozen in place with her tongue lolling from her mouth. Confused, Jael was prepared to slowly back away from the bizarre thing and pretend he’d never spoken out at all, but she finally did prove life flowed through her veins. Closing her mouth and shifting to a sitting position, she peered at him with those wide, bright cerulean eyes. “Probably,” he replied, shrugging slightly. “But dangerous creatures don’t often respect our borders, so you’d better be careful wherever you are,” he added, warning the obviously naïve little canine. Childish, he was half amused and half concerned for the little being and her strange nature. “I’m only a little bit coyote,” he responded dully, honestly to her comment, fire-eyes averting briefly as though somehow ashamed. He was a wolf pretending to be a coyote here, playing on the vague, barely discernable canis latrans blood that just flowed through his veins. Her gaze suddenly caught his eyes and she was immediately distracted as though nothing serious could possibly be happening in the world. He was startled now, taking a step back as she bounded forward, peering into his flaming vision.
By now he was used to comments and curiosity toward his apparently lovely gaze, but it never failed to surprise him having someone leaping toward him to stare openly into his eyes in sheer wonder. Laughing, she backed away and Jael found himself bristling faintly, so utterly dumbfounded by her antics. She went on to introduce herself—twice—and barraged him with a myriad of inquiries. “Jael,” he uttered meekly, offering up his own title in response. Yet even as he did something else attracted her notice, staring off into space. Like a cat after a bird she peered after a particle of dust, watching it’s spiraling dance through the afternoon air. He followed her gaze, not immediately spotting the tiny speck, before turning back on the girl, watching her again with avid concern. How would she survive, so easily distracted? Hunting definitely must have been a challenge for her, if simple conversation was so difficult to maintain. She offered the dust a farewell, confirmed where he attention had been as Jael allowed that bewildered look to linger on his features.
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