And the meek shall inherit the earth

Jedidiah · 01-12-2010, 04:40 PM

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Jedidiah had the faith. He knew what his calling in life should be. He could understand filial duty, love and honour for the parents. He could understand that God did not work in ways one as meek as him could understand but that he would follow unquestioning into the path the Maker put before him. He had thought all of this on his way up north and he continued to believe it. The coyotes of the south had mentioned Gabriel, whose name showed his strength in God. Jedidiah had travelled a long way to meet this believer and he would certainly achieve this goal. And if he didn't, if Gabriel proved to be weak and blind to the glory of the Lord, he would return. God was merciful and he was just. Jedidiah had faith that it would all work well.



The packs around were strange. Some smelled of wolf, others hinted at the hybrids, but the coyote did not linger long. His prayers, performed nightly with dutiful reverence, were not for God to show him the way. They were to ask for mercy for his sins and to keep his parents safe. The way ahead was clear to the young one and all he would do is follow it. Soon, the smell of coyote hit his nostrils. He could feel himself grow anxious. Was it here, at last, that he had found Gabriel? The coyotes in the south had told of a man touched by God, a man who could understand things that were beyond the comprehension of mere mortals. He was not the image of the Maker and they did not revere him as such. They saw him as a sign from the Lord that the reign of wolves would come to an end. He waited at the outskirts of the land, not daring to cross. It seemed that here, wolves were indeed not welcome. He was an outsider, true, but he did not wish to be.



Silently, Jedidiah prayed. He said nothing aloud, but closed his eyes and lowered his nose to the ground. He thanked God for seeing him safely here. For bringing him at last to Gabriel. Then, with infinite poise, he raised his muzzle into the air and called out Gabriel's name. It was a short call, but loud enough to be heard. Whoever came to welcome him now would be shown brotherly love. To Jedidiah, he was already among brothers.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-12-2010, 08:34 PM

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The silver-furred hybrid was busying herself in the center of the territory for once, trotting slowly about the caves to check in on different members of the territory. The silvery coyote knew there were several new members to the clan, but it would seem that most of them had decided to settle elsewhere, for the caves held very little extra activity. There were new scent trails, some of them entirely unfamiliar to the hybrid woman, but none of them unwelcome. The coyote radiated outward from the center of the territory, her coyote trot carrying her quickly across the waste. She did not dawdle, but there was no particular purpose to her stride—she was simply investigating. She was on alert, as was the rest of the clan.

The ashen coyote had no destination on her mind, but a trek around the borders was never an awful idea during these times. Their recent influx of joiners and newcomers had her quite pleased; numbers were still quite important, even if none of their newer members were as time-tested as the hardened core at Inferni's center. It was alright. Sometimes war required hardened soldiers; sometimes it required waves of dispensable coyotes to fling at the enemy. Kaena did not hold the hopes that every one of Inferni would survive this—she could only hope it did not cost her someone very dear. The thought of losing Halo or Razekiel or Gabriel or any one of her family sent a shiver of fear through her. She could not live without them.

This was a strange swing for the coyote who had been the only one of her kind early in life, left alone in the world thanks to murder and unrest within her own family, separation from both her paternal and maternal ancestry. The hybrid woman knew next to nothing of either of her histories—just what she'd discerned from her mother's senseless psychobabble and what she recalled from her father's talking. A sound roused her attention, and she paused for a just a moment. Before the sound had even died on the other canine's lips the Centurion was off quickly, her coyote trot carrying her toward the source of the howl. She had recognized who it beckoned for, naturally—Gabriel's name was not lost on Kaena. Still, with who else had shown face on their borders recently, the hybrid took no chances; if Gabriel was called here, then so was she.

The other canine came into view after a short time, this other coyote who'd called for the Aquila. The coyote approached rather quickly; though she did not recognize this coyote, it was highly unliked he posed the same caliber of threat as Vitium had the day prior. "You call for my son?" she asked, flicking an ear. The hybrid did her best to radiate calm confidence, keeping her face still and free from signs of the anxiety and misery that had plagued her. She was getting better—not fully healed, not by a long shot, but this creature was even a far cry from the nervous, shattered creature who had wandered from Dalhousie to the coast, too frightened to even head home without an escort.

Jedidiah · 01-12-2010, 09:34 PM

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It seemed he did not have to wait long. A grey female came out of the shadows to greet him and he remained motionless. To show fear was to be weak, especially if the Gabriel he sought did indeed live here. She seemed old and wise and with that age came respect without limits. Jedidiah had been brought up to respect his elders, to show nothing but utter respect. Their age gave them experience and with it came wisdom, something he did not have nearly enough of. He was by no means a stupid coyote, but he did not have enough knowledge to truly understand the world. In a sense, he did not need to. He had God and God would always show him the way. He bowed his head to the hybrid, his tail between his legs. Not tucked in, for he had not reason to fear her, but not held high, as a beacon of aggression and poor taste. Jedediah would never allow the name of his parents to suffer because of his recklessness. I am called Jedediah. I come from a coyote pack far to the south of here. I am seeking a hybrid called Gabriel, a ruler of the coyotes. I believe that God is pointing me towards him, that I can thus serve him as best as I can. I do not believe that I know better than the Lord, so I have followed his Word and come here. If Gabriel still lives here, I am willing to put down my life for him, in whatever way he needs.

It was a polished speech, he knew that. Then again, he had spent days agonising over every word. He did not want to take the Maker's name in vain, certainly not around a man like Gabriel. He also wanted to be strong, not only in the faith, but also in body and mind. Outside of God's will there was free will and he had chosen to come here. He chose to do whatever necessary to prove himself. On the other hand, he knew that there were dangers everywhere. He might be injured. Killed. He had a little medical experience. Jedediah was no healer or medic, but he could patch wounds that weren't too deep. He had been taught a noble trade, that which combined healing the body with healing the soul. He wasn't sure if he had that last part down quite right. I know not what the workings of the Lord are but if his wish is that I die for Gabriel, then so be it, he finished somewhat dramatically. He had to admit, it did sound a bit pompous and self-important. The Lord Jesus Christ had preached modesty, had He not? For now, though, he decided to sin and be proud, so that this woman, she who had born the great Gabriel, would accept him in their ranks. He would make his peace with God later on.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-13-2010, 02:33 AM

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Though the coyote woman did not subscribe to religious notions, she was not particularly derisive toward them. Whatever gave a coyote purpose to live, she had to respect that. As the other canine spoke, the hybrid remained attentive, though she could hardly understand such things. Kaena had never felt an invisible presence in her own life; there was no towering and omnipotent being to guide her way through life. What she had, she had carved for herself, built out of flesh and bones and the tanned hides of others she had bested in her life. Still, her own lack of faith did not mean she had to be nasty toward others' beliefs—for all her viciousness the coyote could not find it in herself to completely disregard another canine's beliefs. Even so, she was not absolutely certain how to react to them—she found herself rather uncomfortable in this situation now, uncertain as to how to react to the other canine's speech. The coyote decided it was best not to comment at all, instead keeping her own atheistic nature to herself; it would not do to confront one so strongly following a faith with her own lack thereof.

The silver-furred woman took a moment to think over a response, the other canine added another statement that drew a look of surprise for Kaena. Perhaps faith had its uses after all, if they could be directed to Inferni's purposes. "Gabriel is our Aquila. My son, too," she informed the other coyote. There was a certain degree of pride in her voice as she spoke of Gabriel's relation to her. The silvery hybrid was naturally suspicious of wolves and their motives, but she did not think this stranger posed a threat. His story matched with his appearance, anyway—he'd mentioned the south and from the smaller canine's build the Centurion could see he was obviously built for warmer temperatures. "How do you know of Gabriel?" the silvery hybrid inquired, curious to see if this might lead back to the places Gabriel had seen. California might still be aflame thanks to him, and certainly the coyotes of Scintilla would still know him. It was not too many months ago another who had served beneath him during these wars had come, chasing Gabriel to these far ends of the earth. It would not surprise her if another one had showed up.

Jedidiah · 01-13-2010, 09:15 AM

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Had Jedidiah known that the woman who now stood before him did not actually believe in any sort of God, he would have been surprised and perhaps his image of Gabriel would have deteriorated somewhat. Not because she was an unbeliever and therefore a sinner, but because the great hybrid had somehow failed to instil in the mother the same devotion that the son so obviously showed. Perhaps this was another of God's tests, to see just how the coyote reacted to those who did not follow the Law. Perhaps he was not meant to actively preach to her, for she no doubt heard it all before. Perhaps, and this certainly suited the ways of the Lord, he was meant to show his devotion to Gabriel and God through his actions. Still, he had come here to join the pack, not to act as preacher.

Aquila. The name was Roman and it startled the coyote somewhat. Why would Gabriel take upon him a name that those who had tortured the Lord Jesus Christ once wore? He composed his face into a calm mask, so as to give nothing away. And indeed he is a fine son, though I myself have never met him in person. Her next question was a natural one and once again Jedidiah had the right answer for it. I heard of him from a pack in California. He chased wolves from those lands. They spoke of him as a holy man and one who could do no wrong. I was looking for my parents at the time, and when I heard of one with so great a calling, one who had been touched by the Hand of the Lord, I knew I had to meet them. I have no qualms with the wolves, but my loyalty to Gabriel and his clan is unwavering. One who is in such close commune with the Lord has nothing but my fealty. He slowly bowed in deference to her, a sign that she too was included in his speech. How does Gabriel's clan hold itself? How does he run it? It was a straightforward question. Jedidiah preferred more peaceful ways, but he knew that sometimes, blood had to be shed in the name of the Lord.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-13-2010, 05:13 PM

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With the stress and constant patrols of the borders wearing down on his shoulders, Gabriel found rest something that was a rare commodity now. When he did manage to sleep, it was rarely for more then a twenty minute period at any given time. Then, for anywhere between four and eight hours he would be up, training, hunting, or keeping ever vigilant on his borders. After so many trips around the Waste and their outlying borders, Gabriel’s motions had become mechanical, rehearsed, and he barely had to think while he did such a thing. He managed to find very little out of place, and this struck him as peculiar. Things would not be calm for long; Gabriel, certainly, intended to make sure of that.

There were only a few things left in his den to keep him comfortable, and these were the things he was currently lying on. A few fur pieces, a blanket from the city. They were small things, but he was so tired that sleep came quickly and easily. Except, of course, for when he was awoken by the sudden call out in the distance. Both eyes snapped open, irritated, and he pushed his body up from the ground with a grunt. Though he did not really want to deal with any joiners, it was prerogative he do so if they asked for him directly. Especially considering that those who knew him by name were either returning members, or, perhaps as the paranoia suggested, spies sent by their neighbor to the south. Haku and Dahlia de Mai were clever, but he didn’t think they would think such a thing would be wise. Gabriel had no patience for liars, and Anselm was like a living lie detector. Between the two of them they would cut down any sort of malicious intrusion in their home.

So, now irritated, the Aquila’s large paws trotted quickly down from the caves and towards the borders. His body ached, though the majority of this pain was in his shoulder. It was a combination of the cold and wear, and something that was a singular weakness that drove him mad. Frustrated by this deep, aching muscle, Gabriel snorted from his nose and quickened his pace. The faster he got this over with, the faster it would be dealt with. As he neared the source, his mother’s scent rushed into his nose. Soon enough he found her, standing opposite of a coyote whose reddish fur instantly caught him off guard. He had not seen coyotes that shade for years, and instantly, the stranger’s size set off connections in his brain. This fellow had to be from the south—they were bred differently down there, as was evident by the way both hybrid Gabriel and his more-coyote mother both carried much darker fur. As he approached, he managed to catch the last question from the coyote, and his ears fanned forward to a crown atop his head. “Inferni holds itself as it always has,” he answered shortly, coming to a halt next to his mother. By all rights, even though Inferni now followed his rule, he still would have no right to call himself leader were it not for her aid. “Who are you?” He asked bluntly, amber eyes studying the stranger as he might a racehorse, or an unfamiliar dog that might carry disease or bite.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 07:17 AM

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Gabe's avatar is love. And akjfskdf post is absolute crap but I feel horrible for making you wait and skjgksdjg. I am so sorry. D: 337.

The coyote woman simply was not instilled with religion; perhaps it simply was not a common concept in her time. She had been raised in an entirely different world; her mother, at least, was certainly a Luperci, but her father and everyone else until two years old that she held good memory of had not shifted. She had been unaware of her own ability, though certainly it was innately born. However, with no one to prompt her to shift, with no one to tell her of the ability or show her how it was used, she simply did not know it existed. The world when Kae was born had been very different, indeed, and the first years of her life reflected this quite well. Religion and human technology, books and education—these things were simply not within that world. The world had changed, however, and this coyote was evidence of it. Traveling long distances was common for canines, for sure, but they rarely did it for reasons such as this one proposed.

The hybrid did not expect to be alone for long, and it was Gabriel who showed his face first, before the silver-furred coyote could propose an answer to the other canine's words. She gave the stranger coyote half a scar-twisted smile and shifted her gaze quickly to Gabriel, indicating he was the one to speak to. What she knew of his religion and his time spent in foreign lands was very little, and now that Gabriel himself was here to speak on it, Kaena's presence seemed almost unnecessary. She had dropped her posture automatically when he came upon the pair of coyotes, and it was certain for the other canine to pick up on that deference. Even if Jedidiah had never seen Gabriel, there was no mistaking a leader, and Gabriel appeared every bit the Aquila he was. There appeared to be no weakness in him—his thick winter coat made him appear even larger than usual, and his half-coyote mother seemed petite in comparison.

Jedidiah · 01-15-2010, 02:11 PM

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Jedidiah had been thinking about the reply he wanted to receive. He had come to join the pack, that was for sure, but he would not ally himself with anyone if their views directly contradicted his own. He could follow Gabriel without joining, surely. He was about to make this point when another figure emerged from the darkness. He immediately stood to attention, taking in this new arrival. He was a big, tough hybrid and one with obvious standing in the pack, by the way the female responded to him. He seemed gruff, but not obviously bent on chasing the coyote away, so he relaxed somewhat. The more he stared, the more he felt he was in the presence of someone truly grand. Gabriel? His yellow eyes widened and his stance changed. He was humbled, for now Jedidiah knew who stood before him. Finally, God had shown him the way. Him, humble Jedidiah, was finally taken by God from a small dwelling in the midwest to the shores of California and now here, in the wilderness of the northern waste he had met the prophet of God. The one the coyotes had revered so. Gabriel. Gabriel.

The words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know what to say, how to say it, but he would try. It would be a failure to himself and to God not to. My name is Jedidiah. I was born far to the south of here and was raised to obey the Word of the Lord. My parents left when I was only a year old, but I remained. When I did leave to search for them, I headed west and soon, word of Gabriel and his deeds reached my ears. The coyotes there told me of a war against the wolves. They told me of a great fire, as if sent from above to cull the land. They also said that Gabriel was one who walked with God, one touched by His Infinite Grace. Here Jedidiah paused for a moment, then continued. The Lord wants me to follow in Gabriel's wake. I do not see why I should have met that pack otherwise. I came here to meet and join the one they so admired. As I told the fine lady there, I am ready to put down my life and limb to serve Gabriel. For it is as the Lord intended. The young coyote was sure of his faith. He was sure that God wanted him to be here. And if this were indeed Gabriel, he would follow without question and be glad to be worthy of such service. Both to a leader and to the Lord.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-15-2010, 02:38 PM

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Gabriel had expected anything.

Except what he heard.

This was all too apparent in the sudden shift in his face, where his amber eyes widened just slightly before they narrowed with a dire and terrible suspicious. His muzzle crinkled, just slightly, and his stance tensed. After three years (had it really been that long?) his past had come out of the wasteland of the southwest and brought itself to his doorstep. Scintilla was a long abandoned place in his past, but the boy did not name his home by this name, and to Gabriel, this told him he was not a part of it. One of the smaller clans, raised high up in the mountains in the desert. Those coyotes were hardy, and had lived as their ancestors for long years. That was why this boy looked familiar—he looked like they had, scrawny and red-furred, as if spat out from the clay itself.

The fire had been sent by God, and Gabriel would never say otherwise. Yes, his hands had been the ones to bring it down, but he would not have done so if there had not been the Word. He let his face fall to slate, and remained stoic, listening as the boy spoke about him as if he was a prophet. Uncomfortable, suddenly, with his mother hearing such a thing, Gabriel spared her a glance and then turned back to the boy. “Faith has little place out here,” he said flatly, though he still bore the cross around his neck as he had for longer then he could remember. “You do well to remember that. We’re not fighting a holy war, we’re fighting for survival.” The wilderness was a faithless place, and Gabriel had known that when he had returned. It was not his intention to bring the Truth to the people here, and never had been. Corona knew of his religion, as did his children, but he had never pushed his faith on the people here. They didn’t need faith, they needed to survive.

That was what separated Inferni from Scintilla, and Gabriel knew it. “If you want to serve, I’ll take your help. We’re fighting a war with Dahlia de Mai, to our south. Their leader’s a devil,” he said with more conviction then perhaps anything else he had spoken. If Jedidiah understood nothing else, he would understand that. Gabriel stared hard at the boy and the corners of his mouth turned down, just slightly.

He would not survive.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 03:19 PM

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It was definitely thanks to Gabriel that Inferni had survived at all , let alone flourished. Though Kaena had been gone very near two years, she could not recall a time prior to this when Inferni had quite so many canines. They'd come close, numbers reaching toward twenty and upwards of fifteen, but in the grizzled Centurion's memory they'd never been quite over that number before. If it wasn't for her son, there wouldn't have even been an Inferni for the hybrid woman to return home to. The silver-furred Lykoi twisted a sable ear toward the newcomer canine, listening to him speak. She wondered how far her son's name had traveled—certainly Gabriel's notoriety exceeded her own. Kaena Lykoi's name had only ever been whispered in fear around the old lands; news of her bloodthirstiness and wickedness hadn't traveled any further outside of Bleeding Souls or 'Souls than the outermost border. When she'd left, she'd never heard rumor of her own name; her own reputation hardly preceded her. Still, she liked it that way—as good as it was to have some cowering in fear of her, it was also good to retain the ability to disappear, slipping away into the shadows and melting into the crowd. Sometimes notoriety was a good thing; other times Kaena would have buried it.

Kaena had little opinion of the newcomer; she could respect his faith but she did not understand it. If faith was the thing that had driven Jedidiah to come to Inferni, perhaps it was useful after all. Whether or not she subscribed to such notions or even comprehended them, the hybrid woman could not show scorn toward something that had inspired one to travel such great distance—and only for her son! Jedidiah was not even family; he had heard only rumor and the whisper of Gabriel's name on the wind, and yet that and his belief had driven him to come to the far northland, braving strange cold and harsh travel and all manner of other danger simply for the idea that there was one to serve. The silver-furred Centurion turned her head to Gabriel, still feeling as though she was rather useless at this moment. She could not determine the veracity of the other canine's tale, though her single golden eye turned to Gabriel, regarding his expression. His words surprised her—though she knew Gabriel subscribed to similar beliefs as the newcomer coyote, it seemed to her a disrespectful statement to say it was without place, but she kept her thoughts to herself, still finding it impertinent to comment. She was not sure of the rules when it came to religion; perhaps things such as Gabriel had said were entirely true.

Gabriel spoke once more, agreeing that Jedidiah might stay amongst them and informing him exactly what they were up against. At the mention of Haku her face went visibly sour, a wrinkle displayed on her scarred muzzle. Here the coyote did have something to add, finding it necessary to inquire on the other canine's skills level. "What skills have you gathered in your journey here?" the coyote asked, curious to know if Jedidiah held a particular skill dear or he was simply a general-purpose member. He couldn't expect to tell Haku of God and resolve the fighting, and the silver-furred woman and her son required this information in order to know where Jedidiah would be useful. The coyote clan could not afford loose ends floating around; each canine required a purpose and a specific job within the clan's hierarchy. Gabriel had already pretty much admitted Jedidiah to their mist, so this question was somewhat superfluous.

Jedidiah · 01-15-2010, 05:02 PM

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Faith is a curious thing. It can drive men to madness. It can give them light in days of darkness and provide hope when the walls of the earth seem to be coming down upon them. It can show them the way and gently guide their feet as they embark upon that journey. To most men, faith is a joke, a sign of weakness, for one to rely on something so completely, so utterly was to give away all crazy. Jedidiah did not believe anything of the sort. To him, faith was the only way forward. He was no fool and he could certainly say that abandoning the self to the faith was to lose all touch with God. The Lord did not want him to walk in darkness. He would make his own choices and decisions and if God punished him, he would know what he had done wrong. He was mortal and certainly not all-knowing, but it made him feel safe knowing there was someone watching over him. Gabriel's words, however, shook him slightly. His ears flattened against his head and he knew then that this was a test. Would he turn around and run away or would he stay? Silently, he prayed for guidance and in his heart, he found the answer. I said I would lay down my life for you, Gabriel, he replied, for he was now certain that this was the one he had been looking for. Holy war or not, my allegiance is yours.



His eyes narrowed as he listened to what Gabriel had to say about this war. He abhorred violence and would have much preferred a peaceful way of dealing with things, but if the leader was really a devil, then nothing more could be done for the soul. The body could not be purged without holy water and a true man of faith, both of which were lacking here. He would have to be destroyed, and Jedidiah could easily live with that. It was not a crime of malice, jealousy or spite. It was something that had to be done. A war, you say. Then I shall fight alongside you and yours, Gabriel. The woman's question was an easier one. He had skills beyond his devotion to God.



It was almost interesting to see how much he did actually know. His faith had been the central pillar around which everything else was built, but it did not sustain everything. Should his faith crumble, he would suffer, but he had physical skills and enough of them to get around. Although I am young, I was taught to heal. The soul is not so easy to achieve, but the Lord guides me. My hands can heal wounds. I am not as skilled as I wish to be, but I can patch up most wounds from hunting accidents or malicious attacks. Diseases I still wish to learn. I have performed surgery on corpses a few times, but only in my home pack and never was a life threatened and surgery warranted. Jedidiah looked away, as if ashamed he could bring no more. I can fight, but my physical strength lies in sneak attacks, not full frontal. I could not sustain that impact. I see winter has come to these parts. My coat can only hide me in foliage for so long, but I intend to make use of it. Other skills... well, I can read, but in times of war, I assume such skills are superfluous, he finished, looking at both the male and the female. His fate rested with them and their judgement of just how useful he truly was.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-17-2010, 08:11 PM

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For the way he spoke, Jedidiah might have believed himself a man of faith, of the Lord and His place on High. The boy knew nothing. Gabriel had seen faith; he had seen it in Eli’s terrible providence, in the way he used rattlesnakes and such terrible words. Eli had broken men twice over before they had even realized he had done such a thing. Gabriel was nothing compared to the faith healer, and had never believed himself worthy or able to bring the Truth to those who did not believe and did not know. Even when he had ascended to a co-leader in the Scintilla war, it had been Eli that had guided his faith and been his right hand, and Eli alone who would be able to speak the Lord’s wrath without using true fire. Gabriel might have heard The Voice, but it was Eli who spoke it. Jed’s faith would waiver here, and he might turn weak if he relied on such a thing.

Still, the boy did not falter and did not back down, and offered his life for nothing more then the fact that Gabriel led here. Had he known the doubt in the young man, and had he known that his faith was not that of fire and brimstone, he might have turned him away. The boy would break. He would fall to ash and salt before the end of days. If he did not turn hard and if he did not toughen up, there would be no place for him here. Haku Soul and the weight of days would crush him ultimately. Kaena’s voice asked the question he had not, and the boy’s answer was satisfactory. They had a need for healers, however unskilled they were, and he did not try to fool anyone with his size. There was no point in throwing the smaller southern coyote headlong into a pack of wolves. “You can stay here,” he answered flatly. “Inferni needs capable hands. I’m warning you now,” he paused, focusing both eyes on Jedidah’s own. “Do not rely on faith to guide you. You won’t survive out here.”

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-18-2010, 07:04 AM

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It was good to be close to Gabriel again; the tawny-furred hybrid did not even seem to want to delve any deeper into the hybrid's recent problems as of late. The attack had been mentioned, they'd attempted vengeance and they'd try it again and again until they had it—of this the silvery hybrid was absolutely certain. Haku would not lead Dahlia for very long; the coyotes would not stand for it, and if he managed to crush them the other packs would rise to meet him. Monsters and tyrants did not lead for very long; this was perhaps why fair, mostly even-tempered Gabriel had succeeded in Inferni for so long.

The coyote listened to Jedidiah intently, trying to memorize all she could about him. There were many coyotes within Inferni now and the hybrid woman was not absolutely certain she could keep them all straight; their numbers had swelled beyond anything she'd seen before in her life. The clan had never had this many members before in its life; with Jedidiah's addition they were four away from thirty coyotes. Normally, during the harsher winter times, Kaena assumed that the membership requirements would have become more strict—too many coyotes meant too many mouths to feed. However, Kaena figured with the war well underway, they simply could not afford to turn anyone away. They needed soldiers.

Gabriel seemed to be in perfect accord with Kaena's feelings on the matter, and he was quick to accept Jedidiah to their midst, with a strong warning regarding his faith. The hybrid found this strange; did Gabriel not subscribe to the same system of beliefs as this newcomer? The coyote woman did not think this was worth questioning, and so she remained quiet, instead giving Jedidiah a small smile of encouragement. "You'll be a Tirones for now. If you'd like, I'll show you around," the hybrid offered. It was a part of her duty to assist new coyotes in becoming acclimated to Inferni—and any opportunity to learn more about their latest addition and where he belonged in their ranking system would certainly help.

Jedidiah · 01-26-2010, 11:58 AM

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OOC: Really sorry for the horrible wait! DD: He'll settle in the cave, yes please

This was where his journey was finally ending. It had taken many weeks, but he had never lost faith or given up. Nightly, he had prayed to the Lord for guidance and help and He had provided. He had found Inferni and Gabriel and they were going to let him into their ranks. From now on, he would have to work hard and prove himself. Even if the leader had no faith that religion could guide him, his advice was sound. Jedidiah would not become canon meat in a war where the Lord was not going to guide him. He would pray and he would bring advice to those who wanted it, but Gabriel was right. He could not rely on religion for everything. Still, God had not let him down and he would not let Him down either.

I understand, Gabriel, madam. Thank you for taking me in. For now, I would like to find a somewhat secluded place to make my den. He bowed his head towards the Aquila and the Centurion in turn, remaining dignified as he did so. Jedidiah would not fall prey to the sin of pride, but he would not become someone's rag, either. Without another word, he followed Kaena into the lands and towards the cave, where he would make his new home. Food would be easier to find in a pack but for now, he needed time alone with himself and God, to give thanks for everything the Lord had given him.

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