[html] The interior of the mansion was exquisite, a place of refined goods that had not been blanketed in a far amount of dust that upon entering it, Hezekiah had to stifle a sneeze for fear that it would echo. And echo it did, down the empty, quiet corridors, off the hardwood floors and solid walls. After days of deliberating, he had come back to the mansion once again to escape the rain and explore just what it was that had descried his attention before. Though he had made most of the travel in his lupus form, he had since changed to optime before entering the building (otherwise trying to operate the door would have been an epic fail), which had put him on better terms with the interior. Furniture didn’t have to tower over him this time and stairs didn’t have to be some awkward thing to try and take all four feet up; he could explore the place in the way that it was meant to be explored like those of the creatures who had built it.
Navigating the place, he couldn’t help but be set off by something unseen, something that played so heavily at his imagination that the sound of the rain tapping against the windows in one room seemed so different in another. There was ever the faintest dripping sound in one part of the house and in one room he ventured through, the smell of something old and musty, as though some other damp-haired creature had been there hours ahead of him. Which was very likely, because he was well aware that some had taken up refuge in the mansion at one point or another. Even with the dust on things, some rooms were put in order while others were in disarray; he supposed members of Inferni had kept it in line at some point after whatever had lived there before was gone.
One such room of this mansion was a grand library, where bookcases lined the room from floor to ceiling. Somewhere set in piles that had been knocked askew, but the shelves were remarkably full. Now for a canine who had been intelligent enough to master written word, this room would have been a gold mine of entertainment. But to Hezekiah, who had not, the room was nothing more than another mystery. But it’s open structure and the grand windows that lined the far wall of the room drew him in and he raked his nails gently over the cover of one of the books as he did so, that very hand continuing to gently go across the smooth hardwood tabletop in the process. His senses were set alive by the old smells and while there was ever both a dusty and musty smell that enveloped everything, he could tell that whoever had put the room back into reasonable order had spent quite a lot of time there, but they were evidently long gone.
Which, ironically, seemed to be like anyone else who may have inhabited the place.
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The girl had been all too busy making time pass faster by staring absently out off the window of her room on third floor, but an oversized ear caught the sound of the door. In one abrupt movement the hybrid straightened and almost banged her face into the window when she lurched forwards, seemingly in an attempt to see the intruder despite the bold fact that whoever it was had already reached and entered the house without her sharp eyes taking any notice of it. Weird. The girl withdrew from the window and turned around to tip toe over to the open door. She did not have many visitors, and truth be told she saw the whole mansion as hers now. She did absolutely nothing to maintain it. What would be the point of that? She had better things to do. The cruel Lykoi girl smiled viciously and hoped whoever was downstairs stumbled down into the basement and accidentally destroyed one of the cages with killer rats. Perhaps they would learn then!
This strong dislike for whoever was here with her now slowly faded as the young woman soundlessly moved towards the stairs. Of course it cracked in dry wood every now and then as she walked, but there were always mysterious sounds in old houses and the rain drowned much of those sounds today. When she was well down on ground floor there was no one in the grand entrée. How rude! She would only have to follow the wet footprints to find the idiot! A soundless inhale through her nostrils and she knew that she did not know the coyote that was somewhere in the house. Nevertheless it was the scent of Inferni and she was instantly powerless in every way. As she followed that wet trail she pondered exactly why she seemed to be so full of dark wishes today. Or was she always like this? The girl felt slightly grumpy, but was unable to pinpoint exactly why this was.
She was lonely. It had to be it. She shouldn’t be because she lived in the clan. Still, she was lonely. She did not understand how. The scent of Samael had entered the lands not long ago. Maybe she was annoyed because she wanted him to visit her or something. Or maybe she just needed to kill a wolf on her own. The guesses were many. When she found him in the library she merely leaned against the door opening, red eyes aggravated and sharp on him.
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He was oblivious to her presence at first, too caught up in the unfamiliarity of the architecture around him. Hezekiah was surprised, for as well built as the building was, including the library, that more coyotes didn’t billet right up inside of it. But he also supposed that it may have been the location — far from Inferni’s heart, close to the wolves at the door — and maybe something a bit more feral too; he had noted that like his home before, the coyotes (hybrids, if one desired to be politically correct) embraced what was ingrained in them for generations, rather than the bizarre humanistic ideals that had since come into existence at their extinction.
He watched with translucent blue eyes as the rain slid down the windows, heard the faint patter as it met its demise, and was slowly met with the sensation that he was being watched. It encroached upon him just as quietly and slowly as the coyote who watched him and for a moment, he didn’t act on the nagging sensation. But as it were at the end of that long table, he had to turn to face another direction eventually, and when he did he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. But despite the perceptive warning, he still showed surprise in his eyes. But it melted away underneath the glare, deference seeping into his expression and body language just as naturally as breathing came to all.
But he had seen the shade of her eyes, he had seen the sharpness in them.
He fumbled for something to say, some sort of excuse, but nothing but unintelligent sounds started at the back of his throat. He cleared it. “I,” he started and stopped, going quiet for a moment. Hadn’t Anselm said something about someone living in the mansion? “Are you… Halo?” Hezekiah took a leap of faith, deciding rather to query her before she could him, and rather than explain himself. He wasn’t even sure what exactly he had done wrong, but that had more to do with his association of expression to reaction to something he had did or did not do.
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The girl was surprised when he guessed her name. Had they met? Eyes were still sharp on him though they seemed to soften just a little bit. Perhaps it was not a crime to wander through the house. Halo was alone here most days and nights and it was only natural for her to come and see who was here and what they were doing. She could not help but feel protective of her home. If there had already lived more coyotes here she would have given shit, but suddenly hearing people inside the house made her paranoid and frustrated because it could just as well be a proper intruder. She was almost relieved that it was not a well known face. Kaena could have looked right through her and Samael could have smiled his horrible smile. Halo suddenly felt the taste of bile in the back of her throat.
”Yes I am” the girl gasped before sitting down on the cold floor as she took a deep breath. Oh, fuck. The nausea had come from nowhere. Ruby eyes fled from the young male and down on the floor. She wondered what his thoughts were right now. She did not fear other people. She did not fear Samael. This discomfort had not been there two seconds ago. Was it because her thoughts had briefly touched her uncle and almost returned to that horrible scene? She could feel her belly twist violently as her thoughts seemed to draw back to that horrible day. Oh, no, anything but that. She couldn’t handle it yet. ”I’m not sure if we have met before at all. What’s your name?” she asked now, quickly. Anything to be able to avoid those treacherous thoughts. She did not feel like the thought of making a scene by vomiting all over the floor.
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