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Halo Lykoi had finally gotten her snow. She did not feel any different. She had expected joy, or at least a hint of satisfaction. She had waited for the cold, white puffs to dance down to the earth and turn it into white, but now when it was here she realized that she could only detect indifference. Perhaps a pinch of sadness. Yes, sadness, because she was afraid to be unable to feel anything anymore. Anger and hatred though, she knew well. They danced around in her chest day and night – especially fierce now after Kaena had revealed what had happened to her. Halo had shed many tears for her grandmother, and he hoped the remaining wolves in Dahlia de Mai would shed many for Haku Soul. Gabriel had warned her, true, but ruby eyes were blind to his words now; she burned for vengeance.
The twin sword and Halo were starting to get along quite well. It twisted and sang smoothly as its master stabbed and slashed the cool winter air. She spun around and slashed at the little snowman she had made earlier this morning and watched the upper half depart with the lower one with a content grin. Ah, she was definitely going to cut Haku in half. She would stab out his eyes and cut of his tongue and so much more. The young Lykoi woman kept on daydreaming as she continued to slice up the little snowman into smaller pieces.
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All in all, the snow was neither unpleasant or unpleasant for Hezekiah. In fact, he was relatively neutral about it. It had both its pros and cons, or so he was recognising, and those things either made his life easier or made it more difficult. It was always one or the other. In the weeks that had passed since he had found himself in the care of Inferni, his social tolerance had come and gone. Sometimes he was more social, but for the most part, Hezekiah kept to himself. He hadn’t quite achieved that level of acceptance in the clan, at least in his mind. The headway he had made so far was diaphanous. It wasn’t like he didn’t do his so-called watchmen duties, but things had been so quiet that there wasn’t really much to report. Hezekiah wasn’t a seasoned anything (well, maybe a seasoned lacunar amnesiac). His perpetual greenness in skills kept him from being in the limelight for good reason — it was a little embarrassing.
Though he had divulged his general lack of skills to Kaena—who in turn had offered to teach him a thing or two when time allowed—he felt like there was something of a banner tied around his tail when it came to the topic. He learnt well through observation and had on several occasions, watched the various come-and-go creatures of Inferni do their thing. From a good distance, of course; Hezekiah dared not to repeat a chance meeting like he had with Anselm by disturbing anyone else’s acute senses. So while the cold nipped at his fingertips and pinpricked away at his nose as he moved quietly across the sloping and ever-changing terrain of Inferni, he mulled over the day and what it would have in store.
Which would apparently involve stumbling across Halo… and what appeared to be a graveyard of snowmen. It was the clean swipe of the sword in the frigid Canadian air that initially caught his attention, though he didn’t link the sound up to the sword until he had seen the glimmer of steel break through the crudely shaped bundles of snow. His steps slowed as he stood beneath the shade of a scraggily evergreen, innately curious of the trance she was in. With adeptly lightweight steps and turns, Halo was an example of fluid motion and sheer control, and that sort of thing was something he could admire. Perhaps not appreciate just yet, but it wasn’t hard for him to picture the reaction of imaginary somethings at the unfortunate end of her weapon of choice.
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She could feel her breath go weary and slightly needier as she lashed around with the brilliantly sharp weapon. Joy ran through her every time she saw the katana slice up the snow impossibly neatly. It was nothing like the large and heavy western European swords. Now, while her knowledge of other variations of swords was limited, she could not imagine something more beautiful and deadly than her twin swords. The sword did however wear her down slowly as she kept her slicing pace up, but this was what she wanted. Her muscles were to scream in agony by the time she was done. She wanted tiredness to take over her and toss her into a dreamless sleep. The girl did not recognize this as the need for release. It was her way to cope with the pain trapped within. The physical pain made it easier to forget about the impossible sadness constantly clawing at her core.
Although her body silently screamed with exhaustion, she did not allow her weariness to show – which was a good thing, because she had been unaware of her audience until now. The familiar figure was caught in the corner of her eye, and so she slowly turned with an elegant twist of her foot. The woman’s gaze was softer than usual, ready to try not to be a social failure for now. Ears perked contently as she realized that it was Hezekiah that was her unexpected visitor. Whether or not his intentions had been to visit her was tossed away, though she assumed it was a mere coincidence that his path had crossed the clearing where she was doing her daily sword practise. Her light hued chest rose and fell rapidly, but she managed to keep her tongue straight in her mouth. It would ruin some of her elegance if she stood about panting. She felt a sick need to dig down into the snow to rid her body of some of the worst heat entrapped in her aching muscles.
”Hezekiah, how are you?” her light melody sang out with sincere merriness. High on endorphins, the girl temporarily stabbed her katana down into the snow and flexed her fingers slowly once she let go of the weapon.
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Though there was no real way for him to tell what it was that drove Halo to move so swiftly and act with vigour, there was little to deny that there was a power behind the force she used to break the crude snowmen in two. But it seemed that he had come in on the tail end of her act because she was winding down, motions slowing and an internal calm seemingly washed over the action. That was when she noticed him, but this time her noticing him was much the opposite of their first meeting. He saw nothing in her sanguine gaze that made him otherwise defer and turn away. This time, he didn’t feel the need to squirm underneath it. Instead, a faint smile crossed his face momentarily, fuelled by her sincerity.
“I’m okay,” he answered, stepping away from his viewpoint to close out the distance between them. “I guess you’re feeling better too, from the looks of things.” Their last meeting was etched well in his recollection, though however brief it may have been, and the fact that she had felt ill then had not been forgotten. But whatever it had been, it must have passed. Just like the wounds he had when he had first been led to Inferni by Kaena, she had recovered, and he had recovered. Even if he still couldn’t quite piece together the how’s and why’s to where he was in relation to where he had been, it was no longer a concern to him.
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Her face was softer than it had been. She almost felt bad for her impolite behaviour when she had met the young male in the mansion. It had not been a good day for her, but when did she ever see any day as good anymore, really? Her smile seemed almost apologetic as he stepped closer. Her hands folded behind her back and she nodded when he said that he guessed she was feeling better too. Her body wanted to cringe as she briefly touched the surface of the horrors she had experienced, but it was easier to keep the turmoil inside and away from her outer features. That day in the mansion the same memories had caused her vision to spin mercilessly and her stomach had twisted and turned as if she had spent an entire day in a rollercoaster. Her mentality was stronger today and so her smile did not falter despite brushing the horrors of the past.
She nodded, answering his question without trying out her voice to see if it could refrain from trembling. She inhaled deeply; filling her lungs up and lifting her gaze up at the winter sky. ”Have you come for some sparring?” she asked with that same tranquil smile present. She was pleased to find her voice functioning properly despise the small lump that had wanted to build in her throat.
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