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This is open to any and all Infernians (except Snake ;_; 'cos that would screw up our current thread). Set right after this thread, so post is backdated to October 1st.
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Since Kaena had unfurled Inferni's red carpet to Bram she had not stopped running, leaping, frolicking, spinning, dancing, giggling or squealing until she reached the strip of beach on the water's northern shore. The she-yote collapsed with a joyful sigh once atop a sparsely grassed sand dune overlooking the bay. Her body heaved from prolonged exertion and her tongue lolled as she smiled openly at no one in particular. Fingers and toes dug into the fine grains and served to massage away the ache that plagued them.
Bramble finally sat up and briefly checked her surroundings, probably too briefly to glimpse anyone approaching from a distance. No one around, hmm. I guess Kaena really meant it when she said Inferni's numbers were recently dropping. But before she could worry anymore she realized sand had infiltrated her clothing. She tried brushing it off with no such luck. However, she refused to take her clothes off to shake out and clean them until she had a more private place to do so. An open beach was the exact opposite of a place where a modest girl could de-robe in peace.
Since she was too tired to move she sprawled out in the sand again and stared upon the sky. Its sparse flock of clouds lazily roved the ancient blue. She squinted in the sunlight and hoped one of the sky sheep would pass by the sunny shepherd soon, but before any of them got a chance to do so the girl drifted to sleep. Her still body was sprawled on the dune as if she'd dropped from one of the cloud's backs and died on impact so that her limbs and tail looked quite a mess. Her left arm had gone so far as to entangle itself in a mass of tail fur, but all in all it was an extremely comfortable position for a corpse. Or a sleeping wolf. Either one worked.
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[html] http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/temp/masontable.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;">The Tirones Minor was a child of mixed blood, but as every day passed it was becoming more and more apparent that his coyote genetics were dominant. Despite the fact that the trunk of his body was slightly bigger than his thin limbs suggested, he found that he was still too undersized to fully participate in hunting for large game. The boy did not mind that he would be smaller than his wolfen mother. His memories of her were misty and distant. He had been quite young when he had lost her. He was young still, which was why he did not mind being so small. Still, he hoped that he would grow soon enough and be able to do new things.
Mason often wondered out to Hades Beach. The young boy fished often. It was an easier way for him to get food. And in the last few weeks, his methods had improved. His session with Hezekiah, another member of the clan, had taught him to think creatively while pursuing his prey. He felt much more comfortable fishing now. Plus, when he fished he did not feel like he was dead weight for the clan. Because he was young, his contributions to the clan were quite limited. But at least he knew how to feed himself and provide a little extra for the others, when he could.
As Mason trotted down the dunes, a new scent caught his attention. The boy saw a mass of clothes and fur very nearby. He approached without thought to danger. Inferni was his home and he trusted his safety here. And if he did need help, it was only a call away. He had witnessed only a few weeks previous how capable and vicious his clanmates could be, when they took down an intruder with bloody force. The boy saw the quiet, still form of a girl in Optime form. Because of his youth, he was unable to assume the two-legged form, but it was not unfamiliar to him. Her eyes were closed and she seemed still. Curious, and thinking that the angle of her limbs was slightly off, he lowered his nose to her neck to smell her, to see if there was a pulse.
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[html] When the child held his head over the dreaming woman's body his scent organized itself in the subconscious layers of her mind. Therefore, mild influence came over her dreams. Bramble's mind conjured an innocent coyote-wolf mix standing in white nothingness. Unlike the real one- her inner creation was a violently trembling female standing in a puddle of her own piss. The scenery was nothing more than white nothingness, but fluid streams of blackness trickled in on all sides of the little hybrid girl and stung her skin wherever it touched.
In Bramble's dream her arms reached out to the innocent youth and held her tight to the chest as protection from the painful blackness. She spoke coagulated sentences to calm its nerves and soothe the pain.
The she-yote went completely unaware of the fact that she had *grabbed a complete stranger (and a boy at that) by the face, shoved that face against her upper-chest, and begun babbling wordlessly to him. There was a pained expression on her sleeping face, as if she shared the puppy's "heartache".
* I PPed! ._. If you want me to change it I gladly will. 
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Mason took his time investigating the girl heaped on the ground, pushing his moist nose against her throat as he tried to ascertain the state of her health. It seemed that she was breathing. He thought, before he moved to withdraw, that she slept in a strange way. She looked like a shattered body strewn out on the beach with all awkward angles. Mason hadn't yet shifted yet, and perhaps this position was more comfortable in the shifted Optime form. Mason made a note to ask Kaena later.
Before he could move away from the sleeping girl and be on his way, her arms snaked out. The coyote boy's coin-yellow eyes were wide as she drew him in to her. He was going to open his mouth to demand that she let him go, but then she began speaking strange, nonsensical words. Thinking that she was perhaps going to explain herself, the boy realized that none of what she said made sense and that she was most likely still asleep.
He sagged against her upper chest, not quite certain what to do. This was a strange situation. The boy just stayed there for a moment, wondering why this felt so strange. He then realized uncomfortably that this was the first time he had been held since he had been separated from his biological parents. His fact was hot and he felt warmth at this strange embrace. He had not known that he had wanted to be touched like this. He stayed for a moment or two, but then the reality of his situation set in.
This girl did not know him, and probably did not even realize what she was doing. That somehow made the warm feeling drain from him, and now he just felt unwanted and awkward. He began scrambling and wiggling in her arms, twisting to loosen her grip. "Hey, let me go!" he huffed as he tried to escape.
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