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Name Riot
DOB Can't remember for the life of me. I'll just say March 14th, 2002.
Luperci? No.
E-mail cheexpeex@hotmail.com
AIM afrolicaholic.
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls? 'Been a member before.
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The fantastic power of the elements, coupled with passage of time, wore down even the toughest surfaces. This was evident in Riot's patchy hide stretched thinly over pikes of bone, tendon and muscle. But her core, like that of the ancient Earth, churned a glorious inferno. It was easy to heed the coyote's hidden strength in her darkened-by-the-ages eyes. Unlike many a geriatric creature her vessels of site were free from the milky destructions of blindness. They shone like two gold coins at the bottom of a well. As for the color of her fur: bleak. Years leached away the melanin and turned her into a black and white portrait with slight tones of sepia on her muzzle, ears, and various unimportant places all across her body. Where scars charred her skin like proudly displayed tattoos, each with a story to tell, there wasn't even any fur to cover them.
"Home sweet home." Came out in a raspy, hateful laugh in the freezing night air. Maybe the shore was called Inferni but she could smell no bloodlust. No hatred. "...You've lost your purpose." Riot's dry, scaly nose drowned in the scents of the clan's weakness. After so many years she merely knew the difference between the perfume of evil, neutral, good, and pure. And now to arrive upon her second homeland (only after the Darklands Clan) once more felt absolutely disgusting. There was no respect to be given to anyone here. Disdain was evident in the yote's swagger and her tail whipped around like an angry, jagged whip. Come out, cowards of Inferni.
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indent The hybrid moved with the purpose of his current task, pace a militaristic jog, intent on finishing this lap and retiring to the warmth of the house. Gabriel’s fur was whipped haphazardly by the cold currents as they hit the sea, struck by sand and ice pulled up from the ground beneath his feet. Along the way, the eldest remaining Lykoi (though he did not go by that name) paused as the sound of a strange voice on the wind came. For a moment he stood where he was, listening, and finally catching the scent that came as the wind turned. Without pause, he made his way towards the source, and found there a woman as old as his long-gone mother.
indent Coming to a halt, Gabriel regarded the stranger callously, only surprised that she had lived so long. It meant something about her, of course, but Gabriel was sure he would hear that story in time. “Do you need something?” Spoken shortly, his mother’s cold gold-yellow eyes on the elder figure.
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It didn't take long for one of Kaena's sons to turn up on the shore. He was a stranger all the same, but for the moment Riot looked into his eyes she felt someone familiar staring back. It left her with an emotion that could be felt as if it lay beneath ice, there but untouchable. Though old and incapable of love any longer, or so the old 'yote thought, she reckoned her old companions Kaena and Yasu Zarah was the closest she ever came to loving.
Finally an answer came from Riot's rubbery, black treading, "Hello, you fine specimen of Nature's creativity, my name is Riot. Need is such a strong word. I wanted a taste of nostalgia." The coyote turned her head towards the raucous of ice cold waves. Her tongue caressed the slippery, cracked edges of teeth for a moment before she spoke indignantly of the pathetic clan, unworthy even of it's tempestuous name. "But instead I get the sick feeling of defeat in my gut. What happened to the dear bloodthirsty brothers and sisters of Inferni? Why are you so passive in the face of a trespasser? Your teeth should threaten to make chords out of my esophagus." She shrugged and reached down to sniff the ground half-because she wanted to protect her throat in case the male had a change of heart. "Have Kaena and Zarah finally tired of dealing with hopelessly quiescent souls?"
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indent The woman (whom he would come to know as Riot) kept those scarlet eyes on him, eyes that without a word pronounced her judgment on his clan. Still, he gave her time to speak, listened as she cut down Inferni and remarked on their lack of viciousness. She knew his mother, and knew Zarah, whom Gabriel had never met. The hybrid kept his ears forward, his jaws tightening slightly as a thin smile came across his face. Of course, another naysayer, someone else who had come and gone without a second thought.
indent “Zarah is long gone. She’s probably dead,” he added coolly. “Kaena cut her ties to this clan a few months ago.” Shifting his feet, the hybrid shook some of the light snow from his coat. “As for your assumptions, Inferni has evolved. Outward viciousness isn’t something we need to display to our own kind. Though if you would prefer, I’m sure that I could offer you my teeth rather then what you came here for.”
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[html] Gabriel's stone face could have belonged to a psychopath. Maybe it did, but long gone were the days when Riot feared being dusted off this planet. She'd seen enough of life to be full to the point of wanting to wretch it all back up. Needless to say it caught her attention when his wall of gold and black cracked beneath the pressure of a dark grin. Riot's brow lifted and she listened, a smug little black worm wriggling upon her own lips in much the same fashion as his. His words came as little surprise. The female even thought she felt something pang in her chest of cobwebs and spiders at the mention of Zarah. Riot's heart, perhaps? That dusty, gray thing... No way.
A nod full of "oh well" was given in the male's direction.
"Regardless of species, I should be nothing but a stranger, a threat, to you. Right boy?" Deep down the coyote knew she was speaking with the clan leader, and deep down she didn't care. Ranks were so foreign to the roamer she felt apathetic to the natural hierarchal instincts of her own kind. "I long for the decadent pain of a man's touch upon my body." She stepped closer. Her hackles glinted like a thousand charred needles in the moonlight. She asked for nothing more than a fight from the young, steely fellow. It was not for blood, or power, or even fun. Riot wanted only an accurate gauge of the emotionless man. A reason to respect or disrespect this supposed leader.
If he didn't strike within the next five seconds she would. The countdown began. . .
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indent Quietly, he studied her, and the way she mimicked his facial expression and played a nonchalant, almost eager sadist. It did not concern him that she could turn on him, and it did not concern him that she approached with such intent. Rather, the hybrid, who outweighed his soon-to-be competitor, remained standing where he was. Never once did his body show the fact it was tensing for an attack, even though he could feel electricity shooting through his bones. Soon now, he could see the signs, soon she would come. The soldier-turned-emperor held his ground.
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[html] Riot was moderately strong and agile in her old age but the greatest weapon was an intimate knowledge of combat. She danced effortlessly across death and despair. Much of her skill was in part thanks to Kaena's teaching, but it came right down to raw practice. She survived countless fights with whatever she could sink her teeth and claws into. Many were won and many were lost as evident in her mutilated figure. As decided earlier, this fight wasn't about winning or losing, at least not for Riot.
The loner's breath formed long, unbroken strings of ice crystals as she steadied it for the oncoming scrimmage. As the marble warrior inwardly prepared so did she. Their silence was deafening. The countdown was over. Riot closed the gap with one leap. Her mouth was closed, eyes shielded slits, head down. Just as she was about to land her wiry structure snapped sideways and she went spinning towards the male's left side as opposed to the mock frontal attack. That's when she unsheathed her teeth in a flurry of pale, gnashing razors.
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indent Gabriel was not a young-pup ignorant in the ways of combat. He had seen three wars, and killed more then he would ever admit. His blood was driven by the instincts to kill, and his mind was shrewd and calculating. Before she leapt, he saw the motion coming, saw things slow down and reacted. His ears flattened against his head, fur bristling, and his teeth were bared with a deep growl. The motion in the spin was countered by a slight sidestep, and even though he felt teeth connect (though not deeply) his own head whipped around towards her face, snapping viciously.
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[html] Though Riot felt the unmistakable tear of flesh at the tip of her incisors, Gabriel shirked it off. Her aim hadn't been to debilitate though, only to test. Her opponent seemed to realize this. Upon landing he lunged for her muzzle and successfully placed two, burning scrapes atop it. Without so much as a yelp she backed away, tail swaying slowly but now, at least, held at a respectably low position. Not until now did the female realize just how rusty her combat skills were and she obligingly backed down.
As she opened her mouth to speak, a trace of blood dripped down to her gums. The taste of copper was still exciting now even in old age. The loner's eyes and words glimmered playfully, "Nice." Riot wouldn't be surprised to discover he was of Lykoi blood. "How many squirmy, little legacies has Kaena pushed out now? Were you one of 'em?" There was something so discerning, so powerful in a Lykoi's fight style. It sent a tremor of jealousy shivering up her jagged, rickety spine.
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indent As she stepped back, he mirrored her move, keeping his head and tail high. Wolfish dominance, something that the coyotes did not always follow. Gabriel was not completely coyote—and that was his strength. “The eldest remaining, and current leader of Inferni,” he said, shifting his feet in the sand. “My name is Gabriel. If you want to stay here, I won’t stop you. The old blood is running thin,” he added, frowning.
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[html] Body language came as naturally to canines as breathing, but still, she rolled her eyes at his pompous gestures. Boys, she mumbled internally, all got balls too big for their britches.
At the speech of old blood her ears pricked upwards. "Okay, Gabriel." Was all she could come up with. She felt little gratitude towards the hybrid's acceptance. However, she was relieved to be a part of a coyote clan once more ...no matter how pitiful it's ranks.
As far as Riot was concerned their business was over. She had little interest in idle chatter when there was much exploring and dissecting of Inferni to be done. She let out an impersonal grunt and took off in to the night. She left without looking back at the scarred male. The impassive riot yote felt a shallow, secret interest in him but, like most things, she didn't dwell on it.
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