tactical espionage action

Snake · 12-12-2009, 11:49 PM

Kumu gets the first post, but, of course, open to whatever DdM wolves that want to growl at them. (:

[html]

http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/snake.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:130px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;">

Originally it had been a trip to Halifax, in order to look around and see what they might find. Snake and Hezekiah, whom he had met up with recently and planned out this whole adventure, set out from Inferni in a general southwestern direction. They made their way through Arachnea’s Revenge without rushing, though they never did make it to Halifax. All the times prior when Snake had gone to Halifax, he had gone east to the coast and then followed it southwards. This time, taking the more direct path, he had first come in contact with the closest neighboring wolf pack, Dahlia de Mai, and perhaps Inferni’s greatest enemy at this time. He paused, looking to Hezekiah, and then venturing closer to the borders.

The scent of wolf was very different than that of coyote, though it did not bother Snake at all. He had been spending some time with Daisuke enough that he noticed it only slightly nowadays. But it was different and alarming, especially along the borders. The wolves needed not lines of spikes studded with skulls to keep others out, as Snake was automatically loath to even think about going across the invisible line. He almost went on then, but then he looked to his fellow clan-mate. His cunning olive gaze held something secret in it.

“What do you think?” he asked, turning to face his friend. “Things have been calm for as long as I’ve been here—very different from what you and others told me when I first arrived. What if they are planning something?” He grew silent, and then looked into the forests which housed the wolf pack. Something, perhaps the thrill of dangerous adventure, was driving him on. Usually Snake was not affected by such whims, but he was changing all the time. He looked back to the other coyote. “Want to go check it out?”

table credit goes to sie

[/html]

Hezekiah Finch · 12-18-2009, 05:37 AM

[html]

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /rp/s3.png) no-repeat center center;">

Halifax was but a distant place that Hezekiah had only heard of. Since his abrupt arrival near Inferni, he hadn’t left its safety but once; even though the creatures he had seen outside of it were enough to keep him from stray too far. But the premise of venturing out with someone who had seemingly no qualms at all about doing it, especially someone who struck him as well-versed in travel as Snake was, ended up being hard to pass up. The two had set off as nothing more than a pair of rangy coyotes. Four feet were always faster to travel with, something Hezekiah could not deny, and it hadn’t taken them too long at all to find themselves encroaching in on an area that distinctly smelled of others. Dahlia de Mai, for what it was worth, had quite an extensive border.

And unfortunately for both of them, they had smelled it from miles away. It was then that Snake had started to speak, his gaze almost unseen as Hezekiah squinted into the distance to distinguish anything strange from the woods around them. When his companion did the same, it was then that Hezekiah pulled his gaze from the purchase of land ahead of them and peered back behind them, briefly mulling over decisions. When he looked back, he found those olive-eyes finding his and in them, a certain excitement that told him he was playing with fire.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” he answered, ever the slightest wag in his tail for a moment. “We shouldn’t get too close though, I wouldn’t be surprised if those wolves aren’t every bit as territorial as we are, if not more.” No one in Inferni was particularly fond of anyone within eyesight of their borders and Hezekiah did not think that the wolves would be that much difference. Especially when it was with some disdain that they wouldn’t be able to distinguish a real solid line either — their borders were diaphanous and short of visual markers and a strongly marked whatever here or there… they had no pikes with heads glaring.

Yes… they certainly were playing with fire.

[/html]

Snake · 12-20-2009, 12:00 AM

[html]

http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... -8copy.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">

Usually Snake would take his Optime form when traveling somewhere in Souls, no matter how far, but he understood that they would need to be agile. It was dangerous for creatures such as them in the wolves’ territory… or at least what they thought was their territory. When they left, he had no intentions of going anywhere close to any pack lands, but that changed steadily as they went along. They came closer and closer to the borders of Dahlia de Mai, perhaps their greatest lupine rival when it came to clans and packs, and there was something about the danger of it that sang to Snake. After his imposed question, Hezekiah was busy thinking for a moment before replying that maybe they should have a closer look… but not too close. Snake did not argue.

“Of course,” the other coyote said calmly, his path veering a little bit closer to the scents of the wolf pack’s borders… and perhaps a little bit into them. “They’ll never know we were here.”

Perhaps the thing about this sort of mission for Snake was that it was what he was trained to do. Patriot had wanted him to be a soldier, trained from birth, but he had also wanted him to be a subversive one. He had wanted someone to be in the shadows, to single out dissenters without them noticing. Foxhound had been too blunt for that, but Snake… Snake was perfect for that type of job. Hopefully that bit of training he’d received months ago would aid them then.

His senses were alert, taking in the strange surroundings. It was much different, being in a place that smelled of another living group of wolves. So very different from Inferni, or from free lands. The lines drawn between Dahlia de Mai and the rest of the forest were certainly very gray and loose, which made Snake wander further and further in. He never went as far as to where the scent was overpowering, as it was in the center of Inferni lands, but he definitely remained in the gray area. He looked to Hezekiah, his eyes somewhat questioning as he wondered what his companion was thinking.

[/html]

Haku Soul · 12-22-2009, 12:39 PM

[html]

--

His teeth hungered for the right kind of flesh. He was too late for everything and only wanted to be devoured by the fire and turn into ashes and let his body be tossed into violence and crimson. Still he held on, for Haku knew of nothing else. Did he believe in an afterlife? There had been made continuous promises of this place made out of melancholy and suffering, but he did not know who he was anymore. They were supposed to be one, but he felt isolated now. Cold. He did no longer see as clearly as before despite the sad fact that it was now he would need clarity the most. Instead his thoughts were filled with insignificance and paranoia, for Cercelee had forced him to make a bold move that had not been that desirable at this point. Now he was left pondering how to devour the lives of the innocent and weak.

The secui’s stabile pace faltered as he saw fresh meat by the borders. Distance separated them far from his hungry jaws. Chocolate coated ears folded against his skull in silent expectation and the man sat down, watching the two coyotes from afar. The breeze was treacherous today – gently announcing his presence if any of those two knew how to use their sense of smell. The large wolf waited patiently – blue orbs watching hungrily as the cheeky bastards slowly intruded Dahlia’s sacred soil. He wondered what exactly the point of their little game was.

Hezekiah Finch · 12-29-2009, 08:21 AM

[html]

http://s275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /hezt3.png) no-repeat top center; font: 10px/14px verdana; color: #AEA0B7; text-align: justify;">

Even though Hezekiah highly doubted that they could skirt about without leaving some sort of trace, he believed Snake’s words. If anything, either coyote would certainly hope that their wolfish cousin would have insipid feelings about a patch of ground here or there that may have been tainted one way or another. His own way of reassuring himself was that they would be careful, would only investigate this one spot, and perhaps the wolves would think that they came, saw, and fled. So as they wandered closer to Dahlia de Mai’s more definite, strongly marked something-of-a-border, Hezekiah was every bit as vigilant as his companion. For the next few minutes, he did not mind the silence that fell between them as they ventured in ever so close.

“I wonder how much ground they have,” Hezekiah murmured aloud after a few moments of silence. “I know they’re along the coast from what I’ve been told, but we’re pretty far away from there. You don’t think they stretch all the way to the other coast, do you?” With a swivel of his russet ears at the faint call of a songbird, he diverted his attention briefly to Snake. For even as big as Inferni was, their borders did not span the narrow middle of a peninsula; moreover, Hezekiah couldn’t help but wonder what that said about the size of the wolf pack itself.

Of course, he didn’t know what could be said about the pack itself, other than what he had been told. They had slain a mother and her child, started a war, took their prisoners. The feud between Inferni and Dahlia was politically fuelled and for the time being, things were quiet. Pausing momentarily at the base of a tree, Hezekiah drew in the marker that had been left there with curiosity. “We probably shouldn’t go too much farther.” But little did they know that they were being watched already.

[/html]

Snake · 12-31-2009, 11:15 PM

[html]

http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... -8copy.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">

There was a vicious buzzing in the back of Snake’s head—that instinct of self-preservation that had kept him alive for so long. But he mostly kept it quiet, largely out of curiosity and also because he liked the thrill of danger. Dahlia de Mai, Inferni’s greatest enemy; it was certainly something to say of if they ventured so close to the territory, a kind of badge of honor. Hezekiah’s question matched Snake’s own curiosities—just how much land did these wolves own? They were just to the south of the sound of Whisper Beach, and he doubted the territory would stay just to that strip of land. The wolves, as much as he knew of them, would have no qualms with claiming more land than they needed. “I don’t know for sure, but I have no reasons to think it wouldn’t.” He paused, concentrating on his steps for a moment before adding, “The only way to really know how big the territory would be to walk around all the borders.” He wasn’t so sure if they had the time, or the luck, to do that today.

Snake paused when Hezekiah did, finally becoming wary of the buzz in the back of his mind. His friend spoke sense; going further would probably be very foolish indeed. But where do they go now? Do they turn tail and head back, or do they head along, parallel to the borders instead of pressing further into them? The Hastati did not want to make the decision himself, so he posed it to the other coyote, “Should we head back, then, or go further along the borders?” He kept his voice low, but there was little noise to shield it—nothing but the occasional snippet of birdsong or a wind blowing through the trees.

At the moment, the sandy-furred coyote did not really pick up on the eyes of the wolf boring into him. Perhaps it was because his instinct was already telling him to leave, and there was no further level of danger to alert him to. Nevertheless, they were being watched, and the outcome of that would, in all probability, become apparent soon.

[/html]

Haku Soul · 01-04-2010, 12:42 PM

[html]

SSWM 532

He was giving them several chances to entertain him now without interfering with their trespassing. Some time rolled by and he was wondering if they were losing their guts. In truth few would see their crimes as serious as they had not gone about and broken deep into Dahlian lands. They merely floated by the outskirts and sniffed the air nervously. Their lips moved in the distance, but no words were carried over to the dark hearted wolf watching them with death present in his eyes. He had wanted more than this, but he was reluctant to let them race away without paying for their crimes, whether they knew what they had done or not. Haku cared little about general justice. He had promised Inferni’s Gabriel de le Poer that he would not hesitate if he was given an opportunity to dig fangs and claws into the dog's beloved clan members if he saw them outside of the clan's property. Peace had once been truer than the fake thing that currently existed between Dahlia de Mai and Inferni. Gabriel had let go of it the moment he had protected a clan member that had barely let Dahlia’s former third in command away with her life intact. Haku was free to do whatever he pleased with the members he saw – regardless of Gabriel’s feelings about the subject. He wanted to play and this was the perfect opportunity to see exactly how well he could do with two young boys.

The large secui rose and stalked closer, scenting the light breeze and placing his body so that he could not be exposed by scent before it was too late. Haku was not perfect – the boys were on guard and looking for wolves. He would sneak up as close as he could, but it was impossible to get all the way up to them without revealing his presence. Hs secui form was strong and swift and his heart was strong. What was even stronger was his hunger for their flesh. He needed something to brighten up his day and they had come freely so that he could play. The edges of his lips curled up in a dark smile before his lips were pulled fully back to expose the yellowing jaws that would taste flesh soon. With several hundred feet still separating the Inferni members from him, Haku broke into a full run straight towards the duo. He was swift and he was silent. He did not believe in noisy show-offs and threats before engaging. The chocolate furred man found pleasure only in the latter; in the killing and the blood fleeing from hot, fighting bodies. There was no way he would waste any amount of energy that could be better used to draw beautiful blood.

Jaws opened and he singled out one of the young males; one with eyes of the cloudless summer sky. He wanted blood, blood, gallons of the stuff. His heart drummed excitedly against his powerful chest as he ran. Perhaps they would misinterpret the demon in his eyes as insanity. Haku certainly did not care, because they would soon be dead and unable to think any thoughts.

Hezekiah Finch · 01-04-2010, 01:53 PM

[html]

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /hezt5.png) no-repeat bottom center; border: 1px solid black; font: 12px/16px georgia; text-align: justify; color: #5B2E1E;">

True, the only gauge they’d really have about the territory was to skirt all of its borders, but Hezekiah didn’t think they’d be wise to do that. Dahlia had to have been a formable group to have covered so much ground so many miles away from where they no doubt originated, but he also thought of them like Inferni. Most of Inferni was centred in the caverns that lied in the heart of the territory; he presumed Dahlia de Mai was no different. “Well, if you still wanted to show me Halifax, I guess we should probably keep following the borders until we can get away from them.” They couldn’t—rather wouldn’t—cut through the territory. They were young, but certainly not that foolish.

And as it were, it seemed that they weren’t particularly observant either, but maybe that was to be expected. Inexperience played much into the favour of the wolf that had started closing in on them, though at the rate in which he closed was (and would be) more of an alert to even the less experienced listener. Though it took a moment for Hezekiah to find the burly wolf charging at them from the woods, he bristled the moment they met eyes. But he didn’t quite get out of the way either, caught off-guard by the whole instantaneous surprise and the electricity that brewed deep in the blue eyes of the Dahlian.

He was the less experienced fighter compared to Snake and though he stood stock still for what was probably two seconds too long, instinct overrode the shock and dread in a flood. Hezekiah shot off to one side, uncertain whether or not he would be clear out of the way of any reach or grab the wolf would make, though it was certainly in his sights to put trees between them. Getting said wolf between him and Snake would certainly make things much easier to handle, though this was much different than hunting prey.

Neither one of them knew who they were dealing with.

[/html]

Snake · 01-05-2010, 12:19 AM

564

[html]

http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... -8copy.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">

The small excursion towards the Dahlian borders had certainly gotten Snake’s attention away from their journey to Halifax. When Hezekiah mentioned it, he paused and nodded. “Yeah, but time might get us. We could probably see a little bit of Halifax, but we might have to come for a return-trip later.” Of course there was never enough time in one day to explore the entire city; Snake himself expected to go and return many times, as there were treasures hidden behind the storefronts and barred doors. His mind on the strange city and what they could do now, he did not notice that their silent observer had started to close in on them—his footsteps quick, silent, and murderous. He did not notice until Hezekiah did. Following his friend’s clear gaze, he saw the terrifying sight of the Secui wolf closing in on them. Blood and murder were obvious in his blue eyes, two bits of the hottest fire from the pits of Hell. Snake did not feel emotion usually, but he could feel fear well. Fear was not an emotion, it was an instinct. And it told him to run.

He was usually a fighter, but he had been trained to not be an idiot. To face someone that was clearly older and more experienced (not to mention in his Secui form, which was much more fighting-prime than the Lupus form) when they had the surprise advantage was suicide. Strangely, he wished that he was in Optime form with that gun he had found in Halifax. He wished that it worked. He could, in that split second between seeing Haku and reacting, see in his mind’s eye lifting the firearm and firing—bang! They wouldn’t have to be afraid, then.

But now, they certainly did have reason to be afraid. Hezekiah started to run when Snake had registered what was happening and decided to run. It would be entirely too close—they were going from being still to running while the pursuing wolf had had a running start. It was all they could do though, and the two coyotes were off into the trees. He did not stay too close to his friend, not wanting to trip him up or generally complicate things. He kept Hezekiah in his periphery, though he did not dare to look behind him. He kept his legs moving, his tail twitching and lashing—he wanted it so that there would be no easy way to grab at him from behind that would be easy. Though fear had made them run aimlessly, Snake now had his mind working in its proper way. He had noticed when looking towards their pursuer that the wolf’s gaze had not locked on his; the coyote’s guess was that the wolf was gunning towards Hezekiah. That was largely the reason why he kept his eyes on his friend. If he was caught, well… Snake would not abandon him. No, he would keep life if they both could, but if not… death was not such a bad option.

Regardless, he tried to angle his path through the densest parts of the forest, trying to keep himself aiming towards Inferni. He wanted so badly to see the pikes with the skulls upon them, he wanted to be beyond the invisible barrier they gave him. And yet it felt like a thousand miles between here and there.

[/html]

Haku Soul · 01-05-2010, 08:11 PM

[html]

SSWM 367

As the blue eyed coyote found Haku’s incoming form he almost broke into a horrible smile. He saw eyes widen as inexperienced eyes watched a monster approach. Surprise was not what the large wolf had expected from adults carrying the banner of the Inferni clan. Surely they knew whose lands they were closing in on. He was certain that the clan remembered his past actions well. He had tempted Gabriel’s fire demon out to play when he had ripped a woman and her child to shred. Just to overdo it all he had tied her up in a tree and mocked what he later realized was Gabriel’s god. It was a foolish belief indeed, but Haku was not one to judge the creatures that the souls in these lands worshipped. He knew well that there was both a heaven and hell that everyone eventually would end up in. Haku had not chosen a side. He had been chosen as a child by one of the dark lord’s offspring, one of the young with experimental strings tied to every major conflict that had ever occurred after Judas had tied his knot and ended his life. Haku did not know the true identity of the demonic power residing within his body, but he knew that he found pleasure in destruction. Chaos was such a beautiful thing.

The coyote was slow – too slow. As every bloody canine he tossed his body out of the way of the charging Rosen. This had been expected, for there was never a soul that decided to stand his or her ground and take the crushing impact. He had been ready, though his speed and weight did not allow him to make a fluent and deadly turn as he wished. Fangs opened and he stretched his neck and tossed his head to the side in an attempt to catch hold of the boy’s young body. Eyes in the most vivid and treacherous warm blue sought out the other intruder’s form, though he had clearly chosen his desired target. His whole body twisted to the side after the brownish coyote with only one goal: to rip the little bastard apart.

Hezekiah Finch · 01-06-2010, 03:26 AM

Fail post is fail. Do we want to have Haku rough these two up!? XD *checks*
[html]

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /hezt5.png) no-repeat bottom center; border: 1px solid black; font: 12px/16px georgia; text-align: justify; color: #5B2E1E;">

He felt it then, the sensation of warm breath on at his side. Like adrenaline, fear surged through his veins in a way that it hadn’t for a long time, though he had never had the need to run for his life lest he wanted to be killed. But the moment where ivory teeth did so much as graze the hair of his hide passed, Hezekiah shot off through the wood. He may as well have been the matador to an angry bull, having pulled the cape back at just the right moment then, leaving Snake to be something of a rodeo clown there purely for distraction. But any distance between them was distance enough and only further exemplified by Hezekiah’s attempts to seem every bit smaller than he actually was; his tail tucked in close to his underside as he beat a hasty retreat to thicker cover, and his ears had turned back in every effort to pick up on what was going on where he couldn’t see.

But where their assailant did not have grace or speed, the pair of unfortunate coyotes did have that on their side. Fighting back would simply be useless where they weren’t familiar with the terrain, so going back towards Inferni would improve their chances. It had to, or else they simply had to evade him long enough to bore him. Fighting him wasn’t in Hezekiah’s intentions at all, but there were no guarantees on when his luck would run out. If the wolf turned on Snake, then he knew he would have to turn back to fight. But if the wolf caught up with him… well, Hezekiah didn’t want to think about that.

[/html]

Snake · 01-06-2010, 11:03 PM

Well, I'm usually not that opposed to my character getting chewed on a little, but I have a half-dozen threads after this one in which Snake is not horrendously injured or anything. I'm not sure about you, though, Ku... We can just work it out as it goes along? X: 383

[html]

http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... -8copy.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">

Though the two coyotes and the pursuing wolf were all flying through the woods that separated Dahlia de Mai and Inferni, things seemed to slow down in Snake’s mind. Each stride he tried to push further, to go even faster than he had before. He was not usually a swift creature—he was a little bulkier than the average coyote, so he usually had to keep up the hard work to keep up with the rest of them regardless. Things are a little different when you have adrenaline singing a high-pitch frenzy in your ears. It was not nearly as bad for Snake as he imagined it might be for Hezekiah. Snake ran without being pursued by a hound of hell nipping at his heels. His blue-eyed friend was not nearly so lucky.

He kept himself moving forward, though he angled his head slightly to be able to watch Hezekiah and the wolf who was closing in. The muddy-brown beast was fast for something so huge—it made Snake’s heart skip a sickening beat just thinking about it. The Vigiles of Inferni seemed to notice that he was losing ground between himself and the wolf and put on the nitro boost, scooting out of the reach of those scything jaws just before they had a chance to reel him in. Snake feared greatly for his friend, no longer for himself. He quickly became ill with himself being parallel to his friend; if something did happen and he hadn’t been close at hand to do anything, he would never forgive himself.

Without any sound or warning, he began to veer closer to the other coyote and their demonic pursuer. They were not side-by-side or anything crazy like that, but he was definitely more at hand. When he was not dodging trees and the like in the forest, he glanced back and tried to distract the wolf, flashing his teeth and hissing and spitting. Idiotic as it may seem, he wanted to instill something in the male that was not single-tracked determination. An enemy who is deciding something is less dangerous than one with a plan, he thought—a moment’s indecision or decision was a moment wasted, after all.

All he could pray for now was that they would come to Inferni faster, impossibly faster.

[/html]

Haku Soul · 01-10-2010, 01:06 PM

[html]

SSWM 302

Although the compact secui body gave him an increase in strength and speed, their size and long limbs eased their flight. Teeth had not been awarded with flesh, only empty air and a light brush of a stinking Inferni coat. Frustration his like a bomb and was gone again at the same speed as the Rosen’s body turned to take up the hunt. He detected no trace of the young foolishness that sometimes drove young individuals into taking some foolish decisions. It could have probed favourable for Haku in this setting, for he did not wish for them to just run away without providing him with some fun first. Brilliantly blue orbs left the fleeing brown coyote for a moment as he darted past one of the gathering dark shadow creatures, standing on the sideline fluid even when unmoving, monster teeth and empty red blazing eyes. They were waiting patiently with their greedy mouths and rotting flesh. He wanted to obey their silent pleads and pushed his body forwards, his paws hitting the ground like lightening striking the earth. He never forgot that they were two in number, but it was the earthen coated youth with the sky blue eyes he had targeted and he would know no mercy if the boy stepped wrongly or somehow slowed down enough for the crazed wolf to reach him. They did not know the lands as he did and he silently begged for a misstep or a tripping root to occur so that he could taste his next meal. They were headed towards Inferni, but the distance was large and though secui was built for speed sacrificing endurance, Haku had trained and spent enough time in it to last for a good while, especially if there were possibilities to receive trophies and blood apparent.

Hezekiah Finch · 02-03-2010, 03:01 AM

Oh, books, oh literature, oh papers. *pushes victor frankenstein and his monster off a cliff along with her evaluative argument that still does not have a working thesis*
[html]

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... /hezt5.png) no-repeat bottom center; border: 1px solid black; font: 12px/16px georgia; text-align: justify; color: #5B2E1E;">

The sound of the rushing forest was really the only thing that Hezekiah heard outside of the blood that pulsed through his tall ears and the sound of his own breath catching and being forced back out. He could not think of a time when he had ever had to run so hard and so fast to get away from something. This wasn’t anything like his father coming after him in a drunken stupor, because that didn’t even require skill to get away. He did not have to fear being struck down by a fist or a pair of teeth anchoring themselves into his scruff; what he had to fear was death itself. He was able to discern without looking behind him that Snake was faring well, if only because he heard anything that said that the monstrous wolf had got a hold of him. So all there was for them to do was stay one step ahead, think ten steps ahead, and Hezekiah thought for a moment that perhaps he had the right idea when he started to weave fluidly between the trees, breaking from the path that they had been barrelling down to take the less travelled and more cumbersome of roads.

[/html]

Snake · 02-04-2010, 09:50 PM

Ohh. We read Frankenstein last semester and I loved it.

[html]

They managed to stay ahead of their pursuer, nimble Lupus forms weaving through the trees and undergrowth in vain attempts to lose him. But no, he was light a heat-seeking missile locked on target and there was nothing they could do about it. Snake's mind was working in many ways, thinking many things (which happened whenever he got into one of these survival instances). He was weighing their chances. They were not good. He knew that the Secui form was not made for long-distance running, but the chocolate-brown wolf wasn't slowing and he could feel weariness beginning to leak into his own limbs—adrenaline was fighting lactic acid, making him jittery and nervous in his movements. He was trying hard to focus, but it was so hard. It was all movement, harsh breathing, crashing, the metallic scent of fear which also seemed to ring in the air like an incessant bell. An alarm, more like.

And even if they made it to Inferni, there was no guarantee that they would be safe. The beast that was chasing them might care no more for their skull-studded borders as they had of Dahlia's—they might be chased into coyote territory and then caught, with no help having been obtained. There was a dark part of his mind that said, in all likelihood, it would come to a fight no matter what. But he tried to have hope. He had confidence in himself as a fighter, but something told him that they should avoid this blue-eyed Dahlian wolf at all costs. Snake might not have known who he was, but there was something instinctual that repelled him from dueling with those claws and teeth.

So he ran on. He knew Hezekiah was keeping up—he could see his brownish form racing off to his side, dodging and weaving as he did. The distance to Inferni was less, but what did that mean? With fear lacing his veins almost as thick as the adrenaline, Snake hoped fervently that it had some kind of promise of safety—even though he knew better.

[/html]

Haku Soul · 02-27-2010, 09:48 AM

[html]

--

Dahlia’s borders passed and were left behind in the swift pursuit. Both the coyotes held up despite Haku’s slight advantage in his secui form. Normally the Halfling form was designed just for additional power though not as much stamina. Haku, however, using it as much as he did had worked up this body to perfection, but he seemed unable to catch up with them and so as the faint hint of Dahlia disappeared from his senses, the earthen coated beast slowed down and let the cowards go. Early signs of exhaustion from the long chase caressed his limbs uncomfortably. He spat at the ground and turned to go back to Dahlia’s borders, knowing well that the two youths would probably not go on a new sightseeing in the closest future.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?