Cicada Cacophony

Willam la Chemin · 07-23-2012, 11:50 AM

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Word Count → 348 :: Prompt #3: A heat swell strikes and the best way to cool off is at the beach or in one of the many rivers within Inferni.

While the female was built for the harsh winter weather the heat of the summer was something that she wasn't entirely used to dealing with. She had lived in the north all of her life but she wasn't used to the temperatures getting up as high as they had been lately. Was this punishment for not having made it to land's end? The female found that she couldn't end up doubting that. Maybe if she had made it to land's end and then doubled back? Or no, she had been assured that her destiny had led her to come here. Still, what other explanation could there be for this unusual heat?

It was growing towards day's end, the sun tittering on the horizon still. Willam reached up a hand to grab her crucifix in order to whisper a prayer to the setting sun. She had a lot to be thankful for, surviving yet another day being top among them. As she did at the close of every day she poured out all of her thanks and blessings for the day that had passed and remained away from any complaints that she might have. She really had no right to complain, or so she believed. Whatever things she thought to complain about had to have been things she brought upon herself in one fashion or another.

Châtiment made his presence known by chuffing next to Willam. The female dropped the object in her hand in order to look up at the equine. a hand reached up to swat at the biting flies on his shoulder when she saw just what was bothering him. No matter how much his muscles had twitched to get rid of them they continued to come back. Willam cupped her hands together and dipped them into the water of the river to bring up some to pour over the spot where the flies had been irritating Châtiment. "There you go. That should help." She spoke softly and knelt down to cup some more water into her hands to pour over the same spot once again.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 07-25-2012, 08:09 PM

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The blonde female had snuck back into the packlands a few days ago under the cover of night, too afraid to meet Angel anywhere on the packlands. She felt that anything between them was broken and didn’t want to face the father of her un-born pups, fearing he wouldn’t want them.. Well, hadn’t he made that clear that the pack meeting? A quite sigh left her mottled maw and she travelled forward, a hand protectively resting on her large stomach. It made her smile to feel the pups squirming inside of her, and she counted about four. Her love for them had grown so much already, she was a fierce protector of the tiny beings inside of her stomach. Pleasantly she moved towards the river, intent on feeling the cool water on her overly warm body. The warm weather wasn’t helping her state and it made her feel flush.

Her soft blonde curls fell softly over her shoulders and down her back, reaching to her waist. Absently she braided small pieces as she walked, the usual flowers and shells that adorned her hair missing since she had left to go about the land trading. As the river came into view, so did another. Her own horse, Finna, travelled behind her placently and as soon as the other horse’s scent flooded the area her own head perked up and she knickered softly to the other, tail swishing about. Emmanuelle’s own curiosity was perked and she stood up on her toes, trying to get a better look over the tall grasses. No luck. With a soft grunt she lowered herself and walked closer, not recognizing the scent of the intruder. “ Hello? “ She called, staring through the dim light at the other woman.

She had the scent of the pack on her so she must have just been a new recruit. “ My name is Emmanuelle.. Are you new here? “ She asked quietly as she approached the other female, a small smile sliding onto her face.

Willam la Chemin · 07-28-2012, 08:14 PM

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Word Count → 340 :: Out of Character text

Willam had no idea what to do to permanently stave off the biting flies but she was doing the best that she could for now. Châtiment had been faithful to her when he had no need to be so of course she felt compelled to help him out and try to ease his suffering. It was probably an odd sight to any that knew her and knew that one could never be truly thankful unless they have suffered first. One could never know pleasure if they have never before felt pain. Of course that was a belief for herself and one that she adhered to strictly but didn't believe that everyone else must suffer as she does daily.

The female looked away from her equine companion as a voice called out towards. "I am, yes. Willam la Chemin, formerly of la Chemin." She found herself responding easily enough. It was the same greeting that she had been giving lately. It was the same one that she would continue to give until she met everyone that lived here. At least, that is how she guessed that it would end up going. She didn't have any idea how many more there were to meet. Even then that might change as more came or left. Then again there might be those who didn't like to be pleased to ever be bothered in the slightest. Willam knew nothing about the inhabitants of this place except that most were heathens, or so she had been told.

At least Willam was out and meeting others now. That was something at least. Of course she hadn't exactly put in the effort to actively meet others just yet. How could she when she was still learning how to socialize without bringing religion into the picture? Those were what her previous conversations back home had centered around and well, those here didn't do things the way she was used to. Still Willam knew that she had to make an effort at some point. She couldn't remain a stranger forever.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 08-10-2012, 03:20 PM

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She smiled, then. It was nice to have a new pack mate, especially one she could relate with. Not enough females were seemingly around, that were same in rank or lower. However, Emma was mostly guilty as she had left for a week or two and not told anybody. She wondered where Alma was, and how the normally reserved Sparrow was doing. " It's nice to meet you Willam, how are you doing so far? " Emma replied, looking thoughtfully at the other. The heat was beginning to be to be too much though, and she slipped past the coyote and the horse and walked slowly down the bank. Finna curiously watched the trio, and then gave a snort before clambering down the banks as well, making a comical splash as she entered the water. Both heaved a sigh of relief as the cool water touched their coats, and Finna bent down her head to drink while still managing to watch the strangers on land.

" It's nice today, just cool enough. You should come in Willam! " She breathed in a pleasant tone. " Who have you met so far in Inferni? We have quite a lot of clan members. I would be more then willing to tell you about the ones you havn't met so you know of them. " She offered while cupping water in her hands and splashing Finna, who snorted at the coywolf before turning away. Emma soon slipped lower and lower into the water, bending her long luperci legs. The soft ringlets that was her flaxen hair soon became water logged and she dived under briefly, opening up her bi-colored eyes to see what she could of the under water world. Unfortunately the lack of light and the muddy river did not help, so she rose up again and shook out her pelt and hair, the blonde locks becoming plastered to her shoulders.

Willam la Chemin · 08-10-2012, 09:37 PM

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"I am still settling in." Which was true enough. She was still trying to get used to being away from la Chemin. It was quite a difference being here than being the only other place that she had ever known. She wasn't being woken up early in the morning to attend services, even if she still got up early simply because it was what she had been most used to. But here, in Inferni, there was no one to rise early and partake of daily devotions with her. It was simply something that she was still getting used to.

Willam watched as the other female slipped into the water. And then the other's horse had quickly followed her into the water. The sight had Willam smiling. They were so relaxed and at ease here while Willam was still trying to figure out her place and purpose. But wasn't that really just a life long attempt? To try and find one's purpose, that was. Didn't everyone go through life trying to be remembered for at least one thing so that it wouldn't feel as if life one' life was entirely wasted. But what was Willam to do to prove herself an asset among heretics? No matter how devout to her religion that she was it wouldn't matter to hardly any that lived here.

A hand reached up to wrap around the wooden crucifix attached to the rosary that she wore. It was an attempt to calm her troubled thoughts. this was just a trial to test her faith and she would make it through. She wouldn't allow herself to falter. And if she strayed even the slightest amount then Willam was quite used to penance. It had become a near daily routine for her. One could never know join without tribulations, there could never be pleasure without first going through pain and suffering.

Willam was pulled from her thoughts when the female spoke again. the large female dropped her hand back down to her side as she focused on what was being said and asked of her. "I've only met Ithiel as well as Helotes and his children." She knew that wasn't much at all. "Oh, and of course, now you. She smiled apologetically for forgetting the female in front of her. Willam had no idea how many more that there were to meet. She had no idea if she would even be able to meet them all either. What would she speak of? The only thing Willam knew was her religion. It was all that was discussed in la Chemin. Because of this she didn't know what made up the conversation of heretics.

Willam eased her way down into the water since she had been invited to join the other in the water. She still remained close to the shore though. "I certainly wouldn't mind learning more about those that live here. Or well, anything about Inferni. I'm afraid I don't know too much about this place just yet." Actually she had never actually intended upon stopping here. She had been distracted by the decor and offered the possibility that this was where she was meant to be. It had to be a sign if the one that she was to run into was another devout in the land heretics, hadn't it? So it had been his words to convince her to stay even if she hadn't seen him since, not that she really expected daily encounters with him either.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 08-13-2012, 08:51 PM

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The pregnant female twirled around in a circle in the water slowly, her fingertips just barely submerged to create ripples where she was. She listened idly as Willam spoke, nodding her. Emma herself had only Ithiel in passing, so she was no help there. The hybrid had seen Helotes more then once and was getting to know the male more and more, for she enjoyed his and his childrens company. Her ears perked however as Willam accepted her help, and the sunny coyote beamed a smile in her direction, wading closer to her new clan sister. Emmanuelle did not miss the other woman fiddling with her cross necklace, and she smiled. Angel had the same god, she thought. Ithiel too.

Clearing her throat, she began. " Well the most important person in Inferni is our Aquila, our leader. Her name is Myrika Tears, and she has Lykoi blood. You will come to know the Lykois, they are a large part of Inferni and 'Souls in general. Myrika is a kind leader, and she leads well. She just rose to power after our other Aquila, Ezekiel de le Poer left for a still unknown reason.. Our second in command, the Centurion, is Vesper. " Here she paused, letting Willam take it all in before she continued. " Vesper is harder and more brash then Myrika, but she really is fantastic and the two of them make a really good team. Vesper accepted me when I came to the borders and showed me around. " Emmanuelle smiled, thinking of those days. She had been so much younger and niave then, eternally happy.

She had been the sunshine child, but since everything had happened her spirit had dampened some. " There is Angel, he hold the rank Militum which is keeper of the peace. Max is the Rorarri, which is Legatus Gaurd. Alma, Armorum, keeper of the Armoury. You'll notice in the trees surrounding Inferni that there is tree stands, Alma is an archer and gathered everybody to build them so we could have a fighting edge against any more wolves who would like to stick their dirty noses past our borders. " Her nose wrinkled as she pulled back her dark lips to reveal ivory teeth in the setting sun, clearly displeased with said intruders. Emmanuelle wondered if Willam had heard of the Boreas War. Maybe she would fill her in later.

" Wraith holds the spy rank, Vicarious. Then there is Valkyrie, I believe her and Wraith are related. There is also Sasha, he cannot speak so he writes on a pad with a pen so we can communicate with him. And lastly there is Sephirah, another Lykoi. There are several others, but they are very seldomly seen. " The sun-colored woman finished pleasently, her gaze level with that of the setting sun.

Willam la Chemin · 08-14-2012, 02:35 AM

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Word Count → 337 :: And this post makes 1500 words. Thanks hun, you can take you time with this thread now if you need to.

Willam always sought out her crucifix to hold when she needed some form of calm or comfort, the simple action giving her that. Of course once she found that Willam dropped her hand back to her side once again. it usually only took a moment or so before Willam had her wits about her once again. But then again she tended to attribute that to the silent prayers that she would whisper. She figured that they were what had given her the calm that she felt that she had so desperately needed.

Willam stayed where she was when the other female came closer and listened to the words that were offered. She gave a nod of her head to say that she was listening and that she understood. So there were two that were in the leadership role currently, a leader that had left and is nowhere to be found, and fifteen members should the leaders, Ithiel, Helotes and his children, as well as themselves were included in that count. Then on top of that there were some others that hadn't been named off. Well, that was a start at least. There were fifteen that were known and however many more that were unknown.

The large female waited for Emma to finish speaking before she found her voice again, having taken the time while listening to start on washing herself. She had splashed water up on her body and drew her claws through her fur to clean it and detangle it, the action giving her something to do as she could do nothing but listen for the time being. "There as a band of wolves that burned the church in la Chemin. They set fire to the borders as well to trap whoever was left inside." It was exactly why Willam was no longer in la Chemin for it no longer existed after that. She had no idea of how many survivors that there were. Still she knew of what trouble some wolves could prove to be.

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