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- Samael Lykoi - 09-19-2009 [html]
- Kaena Lykoi - 09-19-2009 [html] Saaaammmmmieeeee. The silvery hybrid was brooding again. Her thoughts were on her family, as usual—where had they all roamed? Her lovely and lost children, the ones who'd gone so far. There were those who'd stayed, the unexpected Gabriel and the devoted Samael. Neither had seemed likely to remain so close to their mother, and yet here they were—the only two presences in all of the land Kaena could associate herself with. There were more distant relatives, beloved the same—but this was her core, and her heart ached to find it had dwindled again. Molochai had returned for only a brief few weeks, staying and catching up with Mother and the family before drifting away again. He'd spoken of family and wanting his own, and though it broke the sliver left of the woman's hardened heart, she wished he would find his happiness and a woman to plant his seed within. He would return, someday. They would all come crawling back to her, but what if they only came after she was dead? That thought in particular hurt; she could not imagine never seeing her precious childrens' faces again. There was an ache that had risen in her chest, and she stealthily crept from her cave in the night, keeping quiet so she did not rouse Fatin. Her single searing eye blinked several times in the clear, crisp night, and she paused for a moment in the center of Inferni's territory, her sable ears twisting back and forth to listen to the breeze and the ocean. She could hear the crashing of the waves in the distance; it was a comfort that the hybrid woman would have missed terribly. The absence of the ocean in the wide open plains at the heart of the southern part of the continent, that had been the worst. Kaena had never considered herself a sea-faring creature, she did not appreciate boats or floating above the water, but to be beside the ocean was familiar and comforting to the silvery hybrid. Her thoughts turned back to her children as the coyote woman walked forward. She was in her Optime form, as she had taken to sleeping in that form since acquiring a cave and a flat, ratty old pillow and her scratchy green blanket. The hybrid woman was still lanky in this form, her body still lengthy of limb and carved of sharp angles. Kaena generally did not prefer to wander or walk anywhere in this form, as her four-legged bodies were generally quicker and the Lupus possessed the most stamina of them all. Still, it was late, and she simply could not sleep yet, and she would only be an hour's trek around her border. This was her usual pattern when insomnia gripped her; the grizzled Centurion had ringed the coyote's perimeter countless times in the dead of night. Tonight had begun no differently, with the coyote woman sleepless in her den and headed to the outskirts of the coyote realm, but on her way, a strange and unexpected thing occurred. A familiar smell drifted over the breeze to the ashen hybrid, and her features seemed to light with the approach of Samael. She immediately diverted her course to intercept him, listening with her dulled hearing for his approach. The right ear had not worked so well for many years now, and she hardly even remembered who had caused the wound—had it been Salvaged, or someone else? She did not recall. Still, the unmistakable sound of frantic paws pounding the earth came to the silver coyote, and immediately her demeanor changed with this sound. Rushing forward, her remaining eye widened, remembering other times when her children had run to her. Had it been so long ago that her trio of demonic puppies had come crawling back, the brothers supporting the sister who clung faintly to life? The hybrid woman was grim even as her lovely son approached, fear in her eyes. She did not smell blood—that was a good thing. Before long he appeared in her sight, and she whined loudly to him, beckoning him closer while still stepping toward him herself. "What's wrong, Samael?" she said quickly, her usual rasp elevated with a tinge of fear. There was distress on his features, and he was breathing hard—had he run all the way here to her? - Samael Lykoi - 09-19-2009 [html]
- Kaena Lykoi - 09-20-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 10-08-2009 [html]
- Kaena Lykoi - 10-09-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 10-09-2009 [html] He’d lost her once before when she’d abandon him to chase Eris halfway around the world. Without warning or farewell she’d up and left, leaving him to believe she’d somehow perished. Kaena Lykoi couldn’t die—she was indestructible in her child’s mind. Samael would die, but only leave behind his mortal, temporary shell. He would live on, immortal and eternal as the Prince of Fear, heir to the everlasting throne of Gehenna. This was simply a game to him, this life, which he played for nothing more than sheer entertainment. His soul was crushed by the afflictions present in this world, eaten away like he was nothing more than some simple, mortal coyote. He needed to raise his head and toss aside his emotions, but the insects were crawling beneath his skin and he longed for his mother to hold him tight against the ever-growing darkness. She promised not to leave him again, but he knew this could only pertain to the she-yote intentionally departing from him. Death was inevitable, and would take them all in the end. He smiled against her flesh, wishing to make her a queen of hell beside him in the afterlife. They were all damned anyway—heaven held no place for souls so damaged and destroyed. “I don’t know,” he answered as she pulled away to meet his gaze. “I don’t remember a lot of things,” his honesty came, admitting that his memories were sporadic and filled with various holes and blanks. The Angel had stolen away many of his memories, filling in the empty places with phantasms of his own. His life was not run along a consistent timeline—time and space shifted, the present becoming the past and the past becoming the present. The future was certain, filled only with death and he didn’t worry too much about that. He lived in a fairy-tale world birthed by his own madness, where he possessed powers unnatural and perched atop a throne made of the shattered, torn remains of those he’d murdered. Fire breathed from his lungs and leathery, jet wings stretched for miles from his shoulder blades. Twisted horns curled from his brow and demons and mortals fell alike to their knees before him, revering the Prince of Fear. A comment fell from her lips, passing to ears that twitched with interest. Samael had many brothers, but the only one he could reason for her to speak of so significantly was Razekiel. He hadn’t seen his only full-blood brother in many, many years and as so many others he could assume the man was long dead. “Razekiel,” he whispered the name, perhaps seeking some sort of confirmation from the scarred woman. “You wish for me to return as well?” he inquired, voice apathetic, yet truly asking her to reveal her deepest thoughts. Inferni held loyalty to him only as long as Kaena was there. He’d waited for her so long within the borders, standing beneath Gabriel simply in the hope his mother would return. But she never had. Not until after he’d already left. - Kaena Lykoi - 10-09-2009 [html] http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_rain.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; text-align:justify;"> Kaena often feared what lurked beyond this life. She wondered what horrors would await her beyond the veil of death, whether or not her vanquished enemies were waiting there to cut her soul to pieces. It often felt as though there were demons swirling about her head, diving in and out of her ears and whispering wicked thoughts into her very head. Kaena Lykoi would not be surprised if Salvaged, Astaroth, Maeryn, ad nauseam, would be waiting for her, grown itchy and ravenous for her soul-meat in the ten long years she'd stalked the earth. The coyote woman frowned, nodding but deciding to press the issue no further. Maybe it was better for Samael if he did not recall his head's darkest parts, for Kaena was quite glad she could not recall certain pieces of her memory. There were things she was simply better off not remembering. "You remember what's important, though," she said softly. He remembered her, and he held her in the highest regard. The ash-furred coyote nodded. Of her three demon-children, Razekiel was the most willful, the wildest—one he had passed from her life, she had not expected him to return. At least she'd held the most loyal of her children here with her, lovely Samael. "He's changed," she said simply, though she still did not know whether or not his changes in personality were desirable or not. The hybrid woman could not determine from their single brief meeting whether or not he was an entirely different canine. Samael's question brought an odd look to the hybrid's face, almost pained. The coyote studied him for a minute, her golden eye searching his tawny face. "I would love to be closer to you," she ventured. Samael would come to her if only she desired his presence, but the hybrid woman did not wish for him to suffer if he did not desire to live amongst the coyotes. She knew Gabriel did not approve of his wicked ways, but the coyote woman could hardly hold Samael's personality—for which she was almost solely responsible—against him. - Samael Lykoi - 10-10-2009 [html] Premature death would mean he’d failed the Angel, bringing only minimal amounts of havoc and destruction to the world. It was his destiny to destroy it all, devouring the sun, the moon, and the stars. He was the star-eater, the eternal, cosmic dragon that devoured celestial bodies and brought unending darkness. The dragon had once already been defeated and banished to the shadowy pit, thus the second time around he was wiser and stronger. With fathomless eyes and breath burning of brimstone and flame, he was immortal, and even if again he was cast into the darkness, he would soon rise, over and over until the end of time. “Kaena is the most important,” he whispered, knowing even in his most decrepit of times, when he couldn’t even recall his own name he’d remembered Kaena. She’d birthed him, and he adored her. If he forgot her, he would lose himself entirely. “Changed?” he repeated questioningly. Samael had changed many times over the years, but his mind was like a river, flowing and moving and diverting paths with the landscape and season. Solace, however, eternally eluded the monster, despite his falsified image of happiness. Murder and destruction would always lead to possessing enemies, and Samael would never be able to leave his back open without awaiting a thrust dagger. “Samael adores Kaena. Whatever Kaena wishes, Samael will oblige,” he said, eyes wide and reverent as they took in her scarred features. - Kaena Lykoi - 10-11-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 10-12-2009 [html] lol. xD Even if she commanded him to take his own life, slitting his throat with his own claws Samael would do so with absolute adoration and pleasure. Mother was never wrong, and even if she was, he loved her far too much to care. Even if she was the wickedest soul on the planet, deserving nothing save death and eternal damnation Samael would love her above all else. He himself was damned and cursed, with a ravaged mind and a torn, destroyed body. He was the whore and the sinner, selling himself for nothing more than an added scar and a drop of blood. He was a killer, taking lives for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of shredded flesh. Whatever she asked him to do, he would commit to without a second thought or contrary desire. Just being in her service and allowed to stand by her side was enough to content him for eternity and more. Though he always wanted something else, something more, he’d long come to accept his dreams would remain nothing more than that. Razekiel had changed. It did not surprise Samael, though he was vaguely interested to see what had become of his littermate. Ahemait had long since vanished, and Raze had disappeared long before that, assumed by the tawny creature into death’s inescapable, loving embrace. He’d become nothing more than an afterthought, long forgotten save dreams and memories since faded and blurred into oblivion. There was nothing to remember from his vague sibling, so Samael could not judge too harshly when he finally did encounter his only full-blooded brother—unless the man was a stranger bearing love and daises. Yet nothing in her tone suggested so drastic a change, so he shrugged it off like nothing more than some insignificant, uninteresting thought. “If Kaena wishes it, Samael will do nothing but what she desires,” he continued, cheek leaning against her fur and reveling in the closeness of the only woman he’d ever truly loved. He wanted nothing more than to be her shadow, commanded and ensnared by the Lykoi matron who’d birthed him and so many others. He would be her slave, waiting on her hand and foot and fulfilling anything and everything she asked of him, no matter how gruesome or distasteful. In some way, he wanted to be destroyed by her own hand, murdered by what he loved and dying with a satisfied, content smile on his lips. He wanted her to tear him apart. - Kaena Lykoi - 10-12-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 10-14-2009 [html] again, lacking.. Kaena was his queen, even if Gabriel ultimately wore her crown for the time being. She was the warrior goddess, unmatched by any mortal or otherwise. He would bow his head to only her, groveling at her feet and willing himself to whatever she commanded of him. His brother was a shadow in comparison with their mother—nothing save a figurehead truly beneath the queen that’d created them all from her womb. He didn’t fear his brother nor his wrath. He’d only made the choice not to return to Inferni after he’d left because Kaena was not there. He’d begun to believe she’d died, lain to waste in some far-away, distant land where he’d never find her nor hear word of her demise. Thus the clan held no interest for the monster, bowing his head and holding rank in a clan that only reminded him of what he’d lost. The world beyond held greater sway, with bodies to burn and souls to steal in countless amounts. After she’d spoken, the prince said nothing, rather laying his head quietly against her fur again and closing his eyes. There was nothing more to say for him, so he fell to silence, holding his breath and listening to the faint thump of her heart beating within her chest. - Kaena Lykoi - 10-28-2009 [html] Please beat me if I ever take this long to reply to you again. D: The silvery coyote enjoyed this closeness with her children, even if she knew that she toed a dangerous line with Samael. His love extended beyond the reach of a normal child's, though the hybrid had no fear of him. He was a monster, yes, but he was her monster, and he would never seek to hurt her. The hybrid smiled just a little, her scarred muzzle crinkling with it, and she held him tightly. "We can live together like a family again," the hybrid mused, murmuring a secret hope of her own to her boy, marveling at his closeness. The rest didn't hug her like this, like they were still puppies that needed her. The rest were beyond needing her, too adult and wrapped into their own lives to require their own mother's presence anymore, but not Samael. Samael would always need her, and that was strangely comforting to the hybrid woman. A heavy sigh escaped the hybrid's lips, and she could not help but miss Ahemait. Her brothers were here, and she was the missing puzzle piece to this part of Kaena's life. At least one of her litters stood the best chance of being complete; this one, they'd all survived to adulthood and they were all still kicking, though Kae had pondered Razekiel's death not a week before his return. "I worry about you, alone," she said. The silvery hybrid shut her eye tightly, and a shiver ran through her body. "I'm just glad you're here now," she said, shaking her head and wondering how she had come so close to losing something so precious, how she had walked walked away from this at a different time in her life. She could not fathom it; there was not a single thing that could have driven her away now. - Samael Lykoi - 11-03-2009 [html] In some ways Samael wanted to die. He wanted to feel the life fading from his body, growing cold as darkness swept across his senses. He wanted to be torn apart and mangled, withstanding a pain greater than anything else he’d experienced thus far. He slashed his own body to pieces, but he never made that final cut—that last slice that would drain all of the warmth from his flesh. He knew with an absolute, unwavering certainty that he’d be reincarnated into the true demon prince—the hellish, indomitable Prince of Fear. And he enjoyed taking lives just as much, feeling their fear as shadows devoured their senses. He almost adored taking lives most of all, destroying strays he found in the city and anyone that crossed his mind at just the wrong moment in time. The flash of a blade in the moonlight and a muffled thud as it entered yielding flesh—just the thought thrilled and aroused him into sheer ecstasy. “I love you, mother,” he whispered, uncaring of the rest of his family as long as Kaena was by his side. Oh, Razekiel and Ahemait had once held utter adoration from the male, but time had drawn them apart in his mind as memories dulled and faded into history. It was as though they were dead to him, lost and buried beneath ash and six feet of soil. The others had never held as much. Mortals never meant much to Samael save dear, sweet Kaena. “I will never leave your side unless you ask me to,” he continued, voice soft and reverent as a child’s in the presence of god, for she was truly a goddess in his eyes. - Kaena Lykoi - 11-06-2009 [html]
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