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Three cheers for evil! 
in character
Riot sat over a bleached wolverine skull doing a peculiar thing. In the coyote's mouth was a carefully bitten razor, her arm held out awkwardly to make a greedy slash in her toughened flesh. A rhythmic stream of red gushed from the wound and splattered in beautiful, dizzying patterns across the white dome. Once her blood coagulated to stop the stream she rested her arm on the ground and winced at the frighteningly deep cut (nothing she wasn't used to). Her ever-loyal immune system of steel would deal with that. Meanwhile, the 'yote spat the razor out for some oblivious soul to cut it's paw on.
Beady eyes, lost in wonder, admired the morbid work of art. Wolverines were creatures of unimaginable strength and violence, when provoked- the skull symbolized such traits. The blood was just a personal fuck-the-world touch. It was more than just art, though. The skull was a warning to trespassers: fuck with any of us and you'll soon learn the wolverine-like fury of our clan. The coyote grinned wryly.
It didn't take long for the crimson paint to dry in the warming sun. Riot tested it for wet spots, results were negative, thus she placed both fangs in the eye holes for grip. She carried it with her for many miles down the beach. Finally, she came to a halt where the scents of trespassers grew strong. She laid it in the sand and disappeared momentarily in the brush along the sand. A few minutes later she reappeared with a long, sturdy stick she had been saving for this very reason.
Riot stuck the head securely on the top of the stick. With a bit of digging and a lot of difficulty she deeply lodged the makeshift pole into the sand. She stepped back gingerly and eyed her fully completed project. It was indeed fair warning to any strange passer-bye. The Tirones turned and faced the dark, marauding ocean. She sat down to revel in the comforting feeling of evil intentions.
It felt good to be home.
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ooc: She should teach Empusa how to be ebil :3 She's wayyy too innocent and nice.
secretly falling apart
She was so happy that Beppe liked playing with her. She really loved being around him; he was so much fun! The little french coyote was practically walking on air as she re-entered the clan's lands, her tail whipping back and forth. She wondered what she would do if someone came to the borders that wasn't her friend; would she not be let into Clouded Tears? Another coyote had told her that her clan got into fights with the Tears pack...maybe she wouldn't be welcomed there.
Empusa frowned when she thought about this. She loved being over there. She knew that he couldn't come here, because somebody might hurt him if he came here. It wasn't safe. She passed the invisible line that parted Inferni from everything else, heading toward the beach. It wasn't too bad of a day today, not too cold. Maybe the water would be warm enough for her to fish.
The eight-month-old climbed up the side of one of the sand dunes, sliding down the other. It felt good to be so free! She didn't even notice the smell of fresh blood, or the smell of the other coyote that was sitting not too far away.
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[html] » We could go kick down some doors together.out of character
Riot loves corruptin' the little ones.
p.s. your font is camouflaged. :o
in character
Riot was damaged and regal looking all at once placed against the dune backdrop. For a rare moment she felt a strange, numb peace as the ocean raged a static tune through her head. The mantra of waves was spoiled by the clumsy, innocent plod of feet in the half-frozen sand. Riot's tail quivered and her ragged ears twisted backwards as she slowly fell out of the trance. The coyote's head twisted around to make sense of a little, moving speck on the beach. It was none other than an Inferni youth making its merry way down the mountains of sand. Riot stood up and shook the sand from her rump but found no words to offer. So instead, watched the oblivious creature until it would come to realize the looming presence of the skull pole and its maker.
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Camoflauged??? It shows up as white on mine--it doesn't for yours, though?
secretly falling apart
She gasped when she saw the scene that the dark coyote had lain before her, not completely understanding it. What was that skull for? And what was the redness on it? She hadn't developed a very good sense of smell yet, but her nose told her that this was coyote blood. Not prey blood. But why would somebody want to bleed on a skull? Or bleed at all, for that matter? It hurt to bleed.
The red eyed girl was curious about it, but a little confused. "What is zis zat you are doing?" She didn't stop to think that some coyotes weren't as friendly as Faolin, or as patient as Gabriel.
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[html] » Nude as the news.out of character
It was black on black for me. No biggie. 
in character
The youth gasped as if it's inner machinery was struggling to start up after weeks of disuse. Riot pretended to hear the slow, pained creak of gears in its, as the old hag would unkindly describe, puny little head. C'mon child, you can do it. Empusa's eyes, the color of congealed blood, searched over Riot and the jutting stick but nary an ounce of recognition passed through them.
Riot thought, at least the stranger showed an intense curiosity minus any degree of apprehension. "What is zis zat you are doing?" The smooth, sprite voice of the adolescent was countered by a naturally-ruffian hiss, "Doing my part to keep our home safe, of course." She turned her back and paced to the skull, took a quick squat at the base of the pole as she marked it with the strong, warm, salty mark of a coyote. "And what are you doing?" She sniffed the spot satisfactorily and her head slowly swerved upwards to glare at the youth.
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secretly falling apart
Keeping the home safe? She knew that there was things that she could do to keep the clan safer, like not bringing any outsiders there...but there was more? She didn't understand what was going on, exactly...but she had some idea. "I have never seen someone do zat before--it keeps us safe? I could do it too?" There was two things that Riot had done--she was interested in the first, as well as the second. "Teach me, please? I want to protect ze clan--as much as I can"
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