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name. Pfenix
dob. May 29, 2009
luperci. no
species. coyote
gender. male
msn. hanalways@gmail.com
The sun was bright against the October sky, trapping all inhabitants below on top of permafrost the morning breathed on the Canadian terrain. The day was colorful, if not cold, with vivid snow capped mountains embedded deep within the early afternoon horizon, all around the scenery was descending to their prime autumn colors and the leaf bearing trees seemed to be bearing their own fruits. It seemed as if the picture perfect fall day had unfolded upon them all, beautiful and awe-striking all of it's own. Yet all of this remarkable weather seemed to fall short on two traveling coyotes. One young and childish, the second also young but with the child beaten out of her; both weary and scrawny all the same. They both descended from north, fleeing desperately from something one didn't know, and the other refused to even think about.
Ragged breath visible, circling up towards the shining menace, the she yote continued to canter through the last dregs of The Waste, gingerly dragging her coarse fur and battered paws over the jarring floor. With an occasional maternal glance down to her company, she pushed through the rubble of the territory, relentlessly driving until she reached her critical destination. They had both been traveling throughout the night, pursuing something in the hazy distance filled with, as the male knew, wolves, and scary wolves at that. Stories had echoed throughout the lands of the bizarrely misshapen and mutated creatures that resided deep in the south. Nonetheless, they continued to travel, deeper and deeper within the grasp of these legendary wolves and their harsh terrains.
But as the puppy lost all hope into ever stopping, his mother halted in her footsteps. Markings and bearing were obvious enough to her, and she knew she had made it. She dug her nose to the ground, sniffing cautiously before picking out a soft spot to curl up in, beckoning her child to join her. Brilliant teal eyes quietly questioned the female, and he wondered which action to indulge in. Frightfully curious of where exactly they were or why they were there, the puppy wanted nothing more than to persist in bothering her. Yet, nonetheless, he was afraid of the unpredictable temperament she seemed to be emanating and it subdued his desires of seeking answers. Instead, he scuttled to the side of his malnourished mother, crouching low into the dirty sand and sought the comfort of milk. Exhausted and apathetic, the mother coyote could only allow easier access for her son to reap what was left of her and close her eyes, never to open them again.
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What an entrance ;;
@&#&$He'd spotted them in the distance from further uphill and immediately his leisurely meander accelerated into a brisk trot. His dark tipped ears were pricked forward intently and his tail lifted, slightly bristled. Though a good part of this display was rooted in instinctual dominance and territoriality, the difference was made up in uncertainty: even from his vantage point he could sense that something was amiss. Something about the mother's descent reminded him strangely of a fawn that'd been run ragged by the pack and simply gave up. They were all hard-wired to pick up on these signals--in the case of prey, it was a signal met with anticipation... in the case of a potential comrade, it was a signal met with defeat.
@&#&$As he neared, he gradually slowed to a halt. The boy was trying to suckle the female coyote, who yet still looked as though she may spring up at any moment. For several pregnant seconds he remained where he was, nose wriggling furiously as if he expected just that to happen. When nothing did, he padded closer until he was in talking distance, blood red eyes peering at the boy curiously from behind. Now his fur had settled and his ears were folded carefully against his head. Did the boy understand? The adolescent was about Mason's age--Anselm hadn't ever really talked to the boy personally, though. He'd always been a failure with his own children, and hadn't been around for any of their early development.
@&#&$"Hey," he tried carefully, his usual gruff monotone significantly gentler than usual. At the sound of his own voice his ears swept forward again as he waited for something to happen. A million questions hung in the air, but Anselm wasn't sure if he'd ever get the answer to any of them. Where had they come from? Why was this poor woman in such disrepair? [/html]
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Zero!  <3
The boy should have calculated that something was wrong, the situation seemed so surreal in nature. But everything in his past had been so disjointed and chaotic that he didn't really seem to pick up on anything entirely. History had bred the puppy as a distant variable, unattached to the real world. Nonetheless, he worked mechanically to move forward without truly thinking about his condition. So when this stranger approached from behind, he took no intense notice and merely continued to ignorantly milk a body dry. He had reached past an age where milk was even prevalent in his life, but it was the only thing he could truly take solace in as an action of stability. His mother babied him in the subject, and allowed him to nurse whenever he felt necessary - and now seemed to be a necessary time as any.
That is, until the thing behind him spoke. Releasing the teat from between his young teeth, he whipped his head around to judge the interruption. He was big, bigger than the puppy at the very least, gold and red hued exactly like him, with red eyes unlike his own blue-green. The boy took a big inhale, sampling his new company exuberantly, tail hung limply behind him confused as what to take him as. The puppy practiced a growl in his direction, wondering if that was the solution to this problem in front of him - alas, it didn't fit right. He then tried to wag the limp tail behind him, but it sluggishly lazed as if filled with heavy sand. Golden eyebrows furrowed, he looked back to his mother and then back to the stranger.
"Why..?" His small mouth worked around the word, eyeing the stranger carefully before producing the full thought. "Why am I here?"
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[html] <3 Been too long!
@#$%&Gradually the subtleties of the situation dawned on his consciousness. Although the woman was naught but skin and bone, he couldn't detect any (recent) signs of battle on her. Her sandy son seemed to be faring at least somewhat better, and at once he understood what had happened. She had been holding out until she got here--and now, she'd given her child the last gift she could give: she'd delivered him to Inferni's doorstep knowing he would be protected. Though his eyes were soft he gazed at the woman intently, wondering exactly who she was or what, if any, ties to the clan she possessed. Was she operating on word of mouth, or was this yet another member of their sprawling familial or political network?
@#$%&The boy turned to face him and his gaze lifted to the child's face--those eyes of bold aquamarine were unlike any he'd witnessed on a coyote before. If anything, the hue reminded him of Ghita's. The tiny growl hardly registered next to the rest of the lamentable scene, and Anselm took a seat in his place. Far closer to a wolf in stature than any coyote and most hybrids, he decided it would be inappropriate to advance any further. If the boy wished to seek him out, it was his choice.
@#$%&Regardless, it now seemed unlikely that he was related to any of the existing membership base (or at least the de le Poers or Lykois), and the boy's enquiry caused him to falter momentarily. His expression dropped further and he gazed off to the horizon briefly with a sigh: so she'd lacked either the opportunity or the will to explain to him where they were going? "Because your mum wanted the best for you," he offered simply, reassuringly. It seemed for a moment as if more words should come, and yet they did not. Anselm was at a loss, as was the rest of the earth. All he could hear was the faint crash of waves in the distance.
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Oh my goodness! I thought I was waiting for a reply for you. >< Sorry about that!
The best for him. She wanted the best... for him? He turned back to his mother, his teal orbs taking in her cold form. She had always tried to do the best for him, that was still unknown to the boy, but he could still feel a maternal bond working. Their relationship was strained, but at the very least he knew that she was a provider, and she had worked to provide this new place for him. A slight whine escaped his throat, as he scuttled towards her body and nuzzled her. She was still warm against the cold autumn air as Pfenix looked down at her. "She's..." He held his breath, hoping that the words weren't true as they tumbled from his mouth. "She's not here anymore is she?" He turned to the other then, eyes mournful and expressive.
He didn't really want to be here at the moment. He wanted to be anywhere else but here. This was not the best for him. This place - with the dirty sand and the painful rocks, with the weird wolf-coyote that looked like him but didn't, with his mother who wasn't here anymore - was not the best for Pfenix. He bolted then, running to the only source of comfort that was in eyesight and lodged himself towards the other golden coyote. He pushed his head towards the eyes of the other, begging and pleading. "I don't wanna be here!" He choked, a simpering whine emitted from his jowls. "I don't even know you..." He stated, and ironically enough he pressed his little body even closer to the stranger. He didn't know the other, but he sure as hell wasn't leaving him.
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aww, 's ok :] feel free to powerplay them getting near the caves in your next post, then after that maybe edit in something for Sie to reply? o:
#$%@Though Anselm's own life had been riddled with hardships, he'd never lost either parent prematurely. His stony visage faltered as the child nudged his dead mother and he winced as realisation set in. "I'm afraid not..." he trailed off sadly, gaze averted as the coyote duo shared what was quite possibly one of their last moments as mother and son together. Just as he was about to ask the boy what he might like to do next, he received his answer. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden movement and exclamation as the stillness of the scene shattered.
#$%@He could feel the heat rising off the small child as he pressed against his chest, and Anselm rested his chin gently on the boy's shoulder before pulling away, nuzzling him softly behind the ear and offering a sympathetic lick across his face. "Let's move along then," he offered with a limp wag of his tail. He cast one more troubled glance to the female before turning slowly, more than willing to keep his pace at a crawl such that Pfenix could remain as close as he pleased. Perhaps he would return to bury the body later--he could make her a nice little grave so that the boy could visit her in the future when he was ready.
#$%@"My name is Anselm. You've reached Inferni--a clan where the coyotes and hybrids have banded together to ensure mutual survival." Your mother knew. "We've got another boy about your age here... Mason. Obviously, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you'd like." It didn't even occur to him that the child might be turned away; heck, Kaena was practically the mother of Inferni herself, and surely she wouldn't mind another charge to spoil and raise. "I've got to alert the management, though... My cousin and my aunt run the joint," he explained. Only now did he distance himself slightly from the boy as he tipped his head back and let out a brief call to the leadership--though in it there was a plea for the matriarch's presence specifically.
#$%@Already he was diverting their course toward the caves. "So how about you? What's your name, and what would you like the most? A den, a meal...?" Anselm had never been good when it came to youths or matters of the heart, but at the very least he could claim an "E" for effort.
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