all you can do is raise hell.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-05-2010, 01:32 AM

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Set at Hades' Beach. Word Count: 504.

Cold air whipped along the creamy smear of coast, careening in off of the bay and bringing with it the distinct smell of salt to the hybrid's nose. Her head was tilted back, testing the wind for any changing scents. The inlet and the bay had not escaped her as a potential route of entrance for Dahlia de Mai. Their territories were far better connected by the water than by the land, with only the bay's inlet between them, rather than the entire long trek between Dahlia's eastern border and Inferni's western border. Sending troops by sea would be a crafty thing for Haku to pull, but perhaps Inferni might attempt such things first.

Kaena herself was no good at carpentry and she had no idea what was required to make a boat float over water, but perhaps some of the other canines did. Marik, Cotl, and Fritz had all spent time on boats, and perhaps their journey by sea would turn out to be far more useful than any of them suspected. If any of them had paid particular attention to the construction and build of the various ships they'd taken to get to this continent, Inferni might stand a fighting chance of entering the pack by sea. Such a thing would be entirely unexpected—that is, if they hadn't cooked up such a plan before the silver-furred hybrid did.

She was in the westernmost corner of Inferni territory very near to their border, standing on the rather isolated tip of territory that extended around the inlet. Their demesne was larger than when the silver-furred hybrid had arrived; their territory had expanded some in the recent months. Sadly, so had Dahlian territory. Haku's lands now stretched almost all the way to the city, leaving just a tiny window of neutral territory in between the city. The only safe way into Halifax—not that Kaena was planning on heading there anytime soon. There were still too many bad memories lurking in the city for the hybrid.

The morning had been spent patrolling this part of the border, occasionally running into coyotes that seemed whipped to near-frenzy by the prospect of war. Rikka had been conspicuously absent from the clan's meeting, but Kaena was sure someone had gotten the message to the golden-furred woman by now. Now that late afternoon approached, the hybrid thought it would be prudent to leave the patrolling duties to the others for now. Their western border had been quite active as of late, and the silver-furred coyote wondered if anyone from Dahlia de Mai had guessed at the coyote clan's activities yet. The hybrid decided to take the scenic route, trotting along the cold beach, her toes gripping the sand and flinging it up behind her as she went. The caves were her destination, but the looping route she had chosen took her all along Hades' Beach, and before long she had slowed back down to a walk, deciding to enjoy the trip back home rather than rush it along.

Hezekiah Finch · 01-05-2010, 11:51 PM

DURR I MAEK LENGTHI POAST. *isn't even doing the surosodfoisjfwirmrmog thing*
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Patrolling had never been so much up his alley as watching had been. They had enough people to patrol over the same places in the border, but Hezekiah purposely hung around certain places to watch. He did what he thought sensible, which at the moment was almost nothing more than studying the way the topography was shaped, the way it rose and fell between babbling brooks and thick, barren forests. Tracking had been a skill that he had stumbled across by accident — though it was rooted deeply as an instinctual thing in hunting, the thought that he could actually track things that weren’t food related was a recent revelation. In hindsight, a rather obvious one for what it was worth, but it was a step in the right direction. He could not work miracles over night and didn’t expect to; he had come to Inferni with no skills whatsoever under his belt, outside of survival ones.

But now that they had gone to war with Dahlia de Mai and suddenly there was so much more than simple survival on the line, or at least he was willing to believe. Their lives was probably the thing at the forefront, if not the clan itself. But he had never been in war. He had never been apart of it… until now. Hezekiah had no idea what to expect or even when to expect it. There was probably no real way to tell anyway, if there had been he was certain that Gabriel would have surely said when and where. So it was only a matter of time and for the most part, when watching grew a little stale and his attention span waned to the point where he was certain that those patrolling were doing a better job at watching than he was, Hezekiah had retreated to the interior of the territory.

Eventually, that had led him out towards the coast, where he couldn’t help but to study the hazy horizon where sea met sky with a certain familiarity. For those first few days in Inferni, that horizon had been something of a focus point for him, though he had lost the real reason as to why he had ever studied it in the first place. It was very much like the missing details to how he had ended up where he was, something that was interesting and deserved an answer, but not something that he actively pursued, let alone cared about. But for a wavering moment, it did cross Hezekiah’s mind, but he let it go. Being homesick had passed a long time ago and for what it was worth, he was much better of now than he had been.

He pulled his gaze from the water then, eyes seeming less blue in shade than they ever had against the grey consistency of the world around him. Like the sand beneath his feet, he stood out against the seemingly colourless world. Kaena, on the other hand, blended it expect for the scant smattering of red up the bridge of her muzzle and face. That rouge was just enough for him to pick her out up ahead and absently, he ventured towards her at much more ease than he would have another, though it was just as much a friendly gesture as it was one of concern for him. She had seemed off at the meeting and with good reason, and his posture reflected that unease well. For whatever little apprehension did come up in him, it was more in question to whether or not she wanted company at all. If it was solitude that she desired most then and there, he would go along his way no harm and no foul. But until that point, he greeted her in silence, with nothing more than a fond wag of his bushy tail.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-10-2010, 09:33 PM

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The silver-furred coyote didn't have any particular intent for the remainder of her afternoon. It would seem that a sort of lull had fallen over her, though she knew this was just as likely the calm before the storm as it was anything else. War was coming, and its casualties rested squarely on her shoulders. She was to blame for drawing the chocolate leader (she now had to remind herself that Haku held Dahlia's reins now) to the city in the dead of night, she had taunted and teased him with her very presence. What else should he have been expected to do? The silvery hybrid supposed it was only a matter of time before Dahlia de Mai and Inferni went to war again if Haku was inevitably to become their leader; Gabriel would not have stood for his presence at the helm of their closest neighbor for a terribly long time. Still, she could not shake the feeling of blame—now it wasn't only her own pain and suffering she had to consider; it was that of the clan as a whole.

The grizzled hybrid's steady walk brought her ever-closer to the caves, contemplation of Inferni and its strengths and weaknesses running through her head. Before long, the sounds of another canine's approach caught the hybrid's attention. Though she was drifting in and out of her thoughts, the coyote was on full alert—with tensions at the breaking point, there was no telling what could happen. Dahlia de Mai might be quite bold with Haku as their leadership, and though crossing this deep into Inferni was a suicide mission for sure, the silver-furred coyote would not have put it past the chocolate-furred Dahlian. He would have used his packmembers in a heartbeat if it meant spilling the blood of his enemies, and as she'd walked away from him twice now—once victorious, once more of a loser than she could have ever imagined—she was likely top on Haku's list. The hybrid was generally one to inflate her own importance, and this case was no different. The hybrid halted, her golden eye searching for the sight of the other canine rather than just its sound, and a blur of motion caught her eye.

There was no doubt it was a coyote, and as Hezekiah drew nearer recognition glittered in the Centurion's eye, returning the Vigiles's wagging tail with one of her own. Both had been present at the meeting and both were aware of what a predicament Inferni was now in; comradeship and high morale were of the utmost importance at this moment. Kae forced half a smile to her face and nodded to the other canine. He seemed hesitant to approach, and the coyote tossed her head as if to beckon him closer. "Hezekiah," the coyote said in greeting, her voice rather warm at first. There was a moment of hesitation from the coyote, as if she was not certain whether or not she ought to continue, but she spoke again, this time her voice somewhat more terse than it was a moment ago. "How's things?" The question was innocuous enough, plucked from the hybrid's mind as a generic sort of opener, inviting him to offer his opinion of the war or investigate further into its causes. The hybrid wasn't sure how much deeper she was willing to delve into her personal troubles; phrasing what Haku had done to her as anything other than an attack seemed simply beyond her, even months after the fact.

Hezekiah Finch · 01-20-2010, 12:50 AM

Lame post is lame. :/
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No worse for the fear he supposed, Kaena greeted him much in the same way he would have expected. Despite that note of hesitation—which he pretended not to notice for her sake—she seemed a little sturdier than she had at the meeting. Any tinges of trouble could have very well blended in with her scarred face and stormy-gold eye. He was certain that for every scar she had a story; he imagined every scar on every coyote in Inferni had a story. They had all stories — he had a story too, even if he couldn’t remember all of it. But their steps dwindled and their bodies closed the gap between them and for every bit of unease there may have been, he pretended not to notice.

“Things are quiet,” he said with a shrug. “I dunno if that’s good news or bad news, though. I’m okay too.” May as well cover all bases there. He had been doing well to keep an eye on things, at least in his own mind. There were plenty of other things he could have been doing in preparation for the war, but making sure they weren’t about to get invaded seemed pretty high on the list. The thought that perhaps Dahlia de Mai may not have even known that they were being waged war against hadn’t crossed his mind. They had started it, anyway.

“Have you seen anything going on?” But what was going on outside of Inferni was the hot topic for the time being and he couldn’t avoid it. It was hard to stifle his curiosity about it and he was unknowingly expressive about it. Since he had been there, told that the wolves were bad (something in which he had learnt not too long ago first hand), nothing had happened. But now something had and no matter the reason why, he was intrigued about the action waiting to unfold.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-27-2010, 06:08 AM

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The clan had increased vastly in size, beyond anything the silver-furred coyote could recall in memory. The closest they might have come to their present membership level might have been nineteen or perhaps twenty-something; she could not really recall numbers, but she knew this was unheard of. It was good—the more force they could amass the harder they could strike Dahlia de Mai. Kaena did not think the coyote clan would fail in eliminating their enemies. The primary target was Haku Soul—the hybrid woman didn't really think the rest of his pack would stand beside him if his crimes were laid bare for all to see. It was well beyond the point of talking; now there was bloodshed to be had.

There was a faint smile and she nodded. "Quiet is good," she said. They wouldn't be content to border patrol and set traps forever; sooner or later they would have to attack the head of the pack. "Won't be very quiet for long, I imagine," the hybrid said. Some pestering impulse bothered her to reveal something of her attack, but she would not. Broadcasting it seemed wrong—it exposed weakness, it exposed fault. She couldn't have that. If she appeared to be a panjandrum it would be easy for her to lose rank and lose face, neither of which was particularly appearing to the coyote. She feared for when she grew very old—she had to depend on the clan for sustenance. Without them, she'd be alone, and she wouldn't last a month out in the wilderness.

The hybrid woman shook her head, frowning. "No. I'm sure he's over there stirring up his forces," she said, shooting a dark look in the general direction of Dahlia de Mai. She did not doubt this one bit—he would tell them that Inferni had done something terrible, he would lie and twist everything around, rousing the pack to rally about a false cause. She shook her head, showing obvious disgust at the mere mention of Haku—her brow furrowed, and her lip raised just a little bit. It passed in a moment, and she was left feeling awkward and strange again, her ears held at half-mast.

Hezekiah Finch · 02-06-2010, 12:49 AM

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They shared the same thought, that Haku was without a doubt stirring up his own pack with every plan to attack. It would only be a matter of days until Hezekiah found some of those wolves at the door, dismantling the visual border that they had put up for even the dumbest of creatures to read. There was ever a mixture of emotion that bubbled inside of the yearling; he couldn’t determine if it was fear or excitement, or a forming dread that loomed as darkly on the horizon as a storm. If there was one emotion he could say that he had pinned down, it was that he was nervous.

“I’ve never fought in a war before,” he said to her, quieter than his previous statement. “Do they happen a lot here?” It seemed like most of the creatures at the pack meeting were some sort of fighters. There were a few who reminded him of the role that his father had. The ones that filled the niche of leisure things, not necessarily a necessity by any means. Everyone seemed to contribute, from what he could tell, which put a pressure on Hezekiah to contribute beyond his vigilance. That pressure was greater when he thought himself in comparison to his peers.

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Kaena Lykoi · 02-11-2010, 04:45 AM

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Slow sie is slow. :| Also, djgsdjgjksdkjgsjk! Word Count: 350

The silver-furred hybrid had participated in war prior in her life; she had never served Inferni actively prior to this one. She had been the one to lead the clan against Aremys, and this was distinctly different from that war. The hybrid woman herself had been the one to rally the coyotes and send them marching against the wolfen clan, Hollow and his followers at their side. They had no allies in this war—the coyote doubted the other packs gave half a shit about what went on in Dahlia de Mai, to be perfectly honest. None of them were endangered by the chocolate-furred wolf's reign. They didn't understand how much danger really lurked within the alpha's soul. They hadn't seen the sides to it Kaena had been privy to. They did not understand his coquetry with destruction, how he desired it and treasured it above all else. It had made his goddamn night to ruin her, she knew this.

The younger canine's question caught her attention, the muted volume of his speech raising her attention. She did not suspect Hezekiah of being fearful; he did not present anything to her other than his usual persona, which she had observed as generally reserved to begin with. Then again, she had not been witness to many of his other interactions within the clan—the meeting had been less a mutual transfer of ideas between all of them, and more or less a black and white breakdown of the way things were. The silver-furred coyote shrugged. “We've fought Dahlia once before. Things were taut with Phoenix Valley for a while, but it never got any bigger than that,” she said. “So... sadly, yes,” she said, frowning at the statement. She didn't think Hezekiah required for her to explain on why they were not at fault for this; he had heard Gabriel's reasoning for the war. She had been attacked—not once, but twice. The first time, she had bested him, so this attack was not so serious. The second time, it was an offense worth Haku's death. She'd get hers, she knew.

Hezekiah Finch · 02-28-2010, 02:22 AM

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So they had done this before from the sounds of it. At least twice before and he was able to deduct that since they were still standing, Inferni was had either bested them or outlasted any assault against their territory. That was reassuring, that soothed his nerves ever so slightly. Even if one of those tensions hadn’t been a plucked string to make a sound of discord, he considered it a mental win for Inferni. So all things considered, it sounded like they either had the upper hand — this he was not so cocky as to believe — or had quite a decent chance of fighting a good fight until the end. Whatever that end may be.

“Are the wolves good fighters?” He was made of endless questions; a desire that had never been sated through the majority of his youth. His father had never many answers for him and anyone else didn’t have the time to do it. But he trusted Kaena innately. She had never done anything to make him otherwise doubt that he could ask her anything, so it was a privilege easily taken advantage of. But he had to know what he was up against, even if he wasn’t adequately versed in saving himself from a likely defeat.

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Kaena Lykoi · 03-04-2010, 09:33 AM

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Kaena was not short on pride for Inferni; she had ample amounts of it and more than enough to go around. The fact that Inferni had survived many wars and remained the only clan transported over the mountains lurked strongly in her mind when she considered the clan. The wolves were supposed to be the socially superior species, forging stronger bonds with one another, yet they shattered easily at the first lick of flames, whereas the coyotes had stayed together as if welded to one another. Her didactic experiences with wolves had not been kind, but at least she had picked up something from them—experience in and of itself was a powerful thing, and not easily gained, either.

The coyote's questioning hardly bothered Kaena, though it did subconsciously remind her of a puppy. It was easy to forget Hezekiah's youth—he appeared to be a fully grown coyote, but he was not too much over a year old. “Some of them. Most of them are bigger, but they are slower, too,” the hybrid stated. She wouldn't mislead him and proclaim all wolves to be weaklings—her own most recent wounds reminded her all-too-well that she had been bested before. “Their size makes them dangerous,” the hybrid said, allowing herself to concede that. It was the truth; there was no denying it—likely the biggest opposition Hezekiah would encounter would be in his opponent's physical stature.

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