I'm beginning to hear voices

Kaena Lykoi · 03-14-2010, 06:46 AM

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Still hesitant, the one-eyed canine remained outside of the den, shifting her weight anxiously from one paw to another. She looked a sight better than she had a two months or even a month ago—the hollow look was gone from the Lykoi matron's eyes. Instead, it had been replaced by a burning fire. This was too much—she doubted her daughter would have goddamn done anything to hurt a Dahlian anyway. When the voice rang out from the insides of the cave the hybrid moved without hesitation, slinking into the cave feeling rather guilty she had not thought to bring... something. Food, water... something. Anything. Even if she wasn't medically useful she could have stopped for a second to get something. But what did she have that would be of use in these situations? Pitifully little, it seemed—she'd already had to give the spare blanket to Vieira, and she was not about to run into the little coyote's alcove and steal her second layer of warmth. There were two too many Infernians holed up in their caves, injured to shit, and Kaena was angry, to say the least.

They had not even the gall to attack one of the Hydras or even one of the three Legatus ranks themselves; the Dahlians had instead sought the women and non-combatants of the clan, for surely Vieira's rank and Rikka's pacifism excused them from combat. Kaena would not force her daughter to fight; Gabriel would not force his sister to fight. Whatever relation they held, Anselm certainly would not make Rikka fight; by Kaena's book he was the most moral of the current Legatus tier (which wasn't saying much among Inferni, but still). Yet here she was, laid across the floor of her cave, her arm wrapped up and appearing to be in more than a minor amount of pain. The hybrid crept forward; her Lupus form already shifting and twisting to form her two-legged form. She needed hands now, not paws. As soon as she had them, the hybrid reached forward to stroke the woman's hair, rage burning in her eyes and barely contained in her face, instead simmering behind something like a grimace. “What did they do to you?” she muttered, her lips lifting and writhing for a moment. The hybrid woman knew only rage in these moments when her family was injured. Maybe Rikka would regret every coming back to Inferni because of this; if that was so, all of Dahlia would be skeletons in the ground before long, and she would stand in a burned wasteland with Gabriel, dancing over the graves.

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