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- Vieira Lykoi - 03-04-2010 I'm out of touch with Vieira so I'm sorry this sucks. I have no idea what's going on anymore. 303 [html]
The second question made her close her eyes and she stared at her fingers, tangling in between one another and thinking. Her former owners simply expected her to know what to do and sometimes she got things right, others she did not. It had been a challenge on her when she became to obedient, perhaps she had become boring, she did not know nor did she understand. "I should not have overslept," she murmured, despite her apologizing and announcing she had overreacted. "I was up this morning when you did not want me to," she said, bringing up something recent. There were another time or two but she could not pull them up right away. She did not want a full list to be punished for later. She waited to see, instead, if she wanted more and took a long breath and waited what was coming for her. She had done wrong, after all. - Kaena Lykoi - 03-05-2010 [html] Is okay, I sex you anyway. :3 ((307)) The silver-furred canine had no experience with ghosts; she believed those that still haunted her did so within the capacity of her own mind. She did not feel it was good to mention to Vieira the strange leg injury that had plagued her after she killed Astaroth—not only for revelation of how the canine died, but for lack of comfort that was within that. He had snapped at her and bitten her leg in his last moments, and the injury had outlasted itself physically, paining her well beyond when it was already healed. Returning to Inferni had entirely quelled it, however—there was no longer so much as a twinge in that limb for Kaena. Far larger, living demons haunted her head now—Haku the biggest of them all. The smaller coyote's words were of no particular comfort to Kae, and she could only sigh heavily, drawing back and tucking her head over her paw, her golden-yellow eye focused on the other canine for a long moment. There were more years and layers of domination within Vieira than a trained psychologist might have cracked, and the silver-furred coyote did not understand even the outermost of them. “I didn't tell you to stay in bed. You did what you always do,” she said lamely, unable to convey the idea that the change of routine was at fault for this morning's accident, not Vieira. Vieira had always shown perfect fealty to the silver-furred canine. “You were just trying to do what you thought I wanted,” she added, her golden-yellow eye drawing away from the other canine to focus at the cave's wall. She wanted badly for Vieira to like her; she had lied to others and referred to her as a niece, and maybe some deeper part of Kaena desired for a familial relationship with the other canine. .kae-giftshae p{text-indent:25px; padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; } .kae-giftshae b{color:#5C4033;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:-1px;} </style> [/html] - Vieira Lykoi - 03-06-2010 [html]
She did not speak but instead nodded. She did not know what to say, did not know what would make Kaena feel better, and so she remained silent. If Kaena were not happy, then neither was she, and she was at a loss to say anything that would put a smile on her face or make her feel better. - Kaena Lykoi - 03-06-2010 [html] (304) Perhaps if the silver-furred woman had understood psychology better, maybe if she had been able to grasp the depth of the submission and dependence in the other canine, she could have understood things like this did nothing to aid Vieira. They were merely stressful for the tawny-furred coyote, who might have viewed the questions and prodding into their lifestyle as some kind of blasphemy. The Centurion lifted her head from her paws and looked to the smaller coyote once more, her fierce yellow-eye seeming far softer than usual. Vieira's silence hadn't angered Kaena, but it was frustrating and disappointing to encounter the same brick wall every time. The scarred canine tried her best to stuff the harsher emotions away; the last thing Vieira needed was added stress when she was so hurt. “Do you need anything else?” the hybrid woman inquired, her voice still kept to a softer tone. Something about the tiny place made her want to whisper, the proximity to Vieira making quiet voices preferrable. She wanted to reassure the tawny-furred coyote once more, but she felt almost at a loss as to how to do this. She planned on taking good care of the smaller coyote while she recuperated from her injures; there would be no more morning chores for quite a while, and the hybrid woman figured she'd made her point about that particularly clear. Kaena was not incapable of caring for herself and another being; she had been a mother many times over. It was well within the hybrid woman's power to create and nurture, though she had also proven the exact opposite was true just as many times—if not more. Violence and destruction were also a part of the silver-furred coyote, and now her resolve to spare the tawny-furred Lykoi of that darker side was far stronger. .kae-toothy p {padding:0px 25px 0px 25px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px 0px 5px 0px;} .kae-toothy b {color:#443B39; font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; } .kae-toothy {width:400px; background-color:#AB9D94; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kaeteeth.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:210px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#6F645C; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:13px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] |