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- Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 01-02-2010 [html] WC: 405
- Kaena Lykoi - 01-03-2010 [html] Wurd count: 659. In Character
The silver-furred woman was aware that Mason had settled next to her. This was a good thing, truly—now she had two children to either side of her, one of her own that was not so much a child, and one that was not her own but cared for like one of her own. All these long months, Mason had been the sole child in the clan—the coyote woman worried about him sometimes. He had been quite young when he'd showed up on their border, and without other children to play with, she sometimes feared he had grown up too fast. Still, there was that occasional hint of playfulness in the young coyote. His childhood still shown through in some parts, though they were now in its final hour. The days were ticking down until Mason would enter the regular ranks, and Kaena contemplated where they might put him. Certainly he was deserving of more than the typical Tirones rank. She recalled her own children had generally been selected as either Discens or Praeses, depending on their own skills. Some were better at wandering; others were better at bearing the clan's image. Even now, the ranks were filled with her children and progeny—Gabriel was at the helm, guiding Inferni toward a better future. He was a rock, steady and constant in a sea of others who had been little more than passing fancies to the Aquila position. Kaena included herself in that list, though she thought she was far better than some of her successors and predecessors. Gabriel, however, could not be complained about. He had saved Inferni from the wildfire and delivered them to a new land where they now flourished, seventeen strong and counting. Halo was the Hydra of the clan, the delicate girl having proved herself by slaying that bastard lone wolf who dared to desecrate their border. She was beautiful, a reflection of her grandmother and her grandfather alone, carrying almost nothing of her traitorous father's features. Rikka was the clan's newest Veritas, charged with keeping the clan's history intact. The silvery Centurion knew that she would have to track the woman down soon and share with her all of it in its violence and gore. She hoped the new Veritas would not twist the history to her whim. There was Samael, precious Samael—charged with ringing the borders endlessly, swinging around and around them with intent to kill anything that so much as set foot over their border. Samael would not let anything harm Kaena. There was Razekiel, the miracle, the gift back from the soil of Mother Nature and the skies themselves, spat back from the carefree lifestyle into their turmoil once again. Kaena worried about him sometimes, and she wondered if Inferni was too intense, too violent for his tastes. The last thing in the world she desired was to lose any of her children, and this war might just cost her that. A familiar voice drew her from the darker contemplations of war and she looked to the entrance of her cave, a familiar face there in the entrance. She smiled at Mason, a genuine and happy grin falling over her scarred faces. Full grown as he appeared, the silver-furred hybrid thought of him as a puppy still, a distinction Mason might not lose until he was nearly two years old. That was a good thing where Kaena was concerned, however, and to be considered in such a way by the grizzled Centurion meant that Mason would be showered with affection still. She padded out toward him, bumping him affectionately with the side of her muzzle. "What's going on, Mason?" she asked, keeping calm and as cheery as she could though paranoia wracked her brain. He seemed calm and quiet enough, but children had a way of understating things occasionally. With the war drums beating, one never knew what lurked around the next corner. <style> .kae-funeral p { text-indent:25px; padding:0px 40px 0px 40px; margin:0px 0px 20px 0px; } .kae-funeral b { color:#A4F62D } .kae-funeral { background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/ ... header.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #577104; width:446px; padding:166px 0px 1px 0px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#e4f7c9; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:12px; } .kae-funeral-text {font-family:georgia; font-size:11pt; color:#A4F62D; word-spacing:-.5pt; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; font-variantmall-caps; margin:0px 40px 0px 40px; border-bottom:1px dotted #CCFF00; width:366px; line-height:18px;} </style> [/html] - Mason Alexandre Hesiod - 01-03-2010 [html] WC 408 It had not really dawned on Mason that Kaena would already be aware of his plans to move in. He had thought that he had been truly sneaky; it was not exactly that he was being deceptive, but he really wanted to surprise Kaena. Mason, although he was still young, was proud to show Kaena especially that he was doing some growing up. He thought that establishing his own place in the world was a great display of his growing independence. But he also wanted Kaena to know that he would be nearby if she should ever have a need for him. Kaena's answering smile was all the push that Mason needed to make him suddenly ten times more animated. The Tirones Minor was now almost vibrating with energy. He returned the silvery woman's show of affection in the same manner, but with much more enthusiasm. He pushed into her with his muzzle with perhaps more force than necessary, but it was not an issue of trying to be powerful. The gesture just spoke volumes about how much he cared about Kaena and how excited he was about what would happen next. The Tirones Minor could tell that Kaena was on edge, although he had not divined the reason why. It was in the way she tried to carefully contain her expression. He knew her well enough at this point to see that, but he did not think very much of it. Mason could be observant, but he was not mature enough to look for all the pieces of the puzzle. Mason trusted that Kaena would be able to work through her problems. It was simple to him; if she wanted to talk about it, she would. And if there was a way that he could help her, he would find a way. But for now he would try to distract her with the here and now. "I want to show you...my new place!" he said with excitement, nudging her in the side as he practically pranced his way out of the mouth of Kaena's cave. Without much reverence he came into his own cave and immediately went to the left. "Kaena, Kaena, this is for you!" he exclaimed proudly. There was a bundle of colorful cloth and bits of twine and other soft things. "This is for if you need to stay here...if there is a flood, or an explosion...or if you miss me." - Kaena Lykoi - 01-04-2010 [html]
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