so many walls up

*Jinx* · October 04, 2013, 06:19 PM

I am mentioning Atka because you chose Loco'en, but she can be more of a Sos wolf if you want. >> Jinx isn't the brightest and probably couldn't actually tell the difference anyway.

Her eyes were critical now on the 'yote, whose head seemed to drift to the side somewhat, less than 45° — less than significant, in her eyes. It was the natural tilt of a canid's head when they were engaging their senses, she decided. She could not deny a sense of unease when the other avoided her gaze and set to pawing at bark instead, but took it as some misguided form of respect. Coyotes were… Uncivilized. They knew nothing of the ways of the wolf, did not behave the same way, and their methods were archaic in her mind. They at times formed clans but often lived in solitude and selfishness; a coyote's sole redeeming quality, as far as Jinx was concerned, was its tie to the gods and the supernatural.

This belief, she assumed, Leto must've subscribed to by necessity and by nature, so there was no need to explain further what she meant. When the coyote recounted her experience, it struck Jinx as unusual, if only because she was so vehement in her belief that all coyotes were the same, and this one seemed ignorant. And yet… You heard Him, she pointed out with a knowing smirk, which might've been considered unnerving to anybody not acquainted with her. Then you are not so unnatural as you would have me believe.

With scarcely any concern for the 'yote's personal space, the wolf approached, penetrating her bubble with confidence she might not've shown in approaching another wolf; what were the instincts of a coyote to the instincts of a majestic wolf? They were savage, barbaric. She wasted no time in approaching the other's coat with her nose, drawing in her scent as though it was tangible, and pushing herself invasively close. It might best have been compared to possessiveness. He will touch you, she said, lifting her lips to the other woman's ear with full disregard for any reaction her nearness had caused. He will make you His.

Little could Jinx know that it was Atka she felt, not the Dark Father; she had come to throw away her perception of the Mother, so that now even the faintest whisper of divinity was instantly attributed to Sos, and She was left out of the equation altogether.