04-04-2008, 12:27 PM
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So Molochai had found his own way. No longer Kaena's little minion, he sought his own destiny outside of her shadow. He wasn't the one lost without her presence. But of Samael? The haughty prince had become a whore, falling from grace as he'd allowed anyone to mark his flesh. Gabriel had been the first to strike him. Gabriel had been the first to leave his mark, clawing up his pretty face with his claws. And since his flesh had become riddled with open wounds and scars, showing where he'd let anyone touch him. Soiled his flesh with the hands and body of anyone, and everyone. Lust consumed him, and Samael sought solace wherever available.
Kaena's eyes stared back from Molochai's face. Kaena lived within him, as she lived within each of them, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Whether they fled from her legacy, denying her blood and heritage, pretending to be wolves and living amongst the sheep. He rose from where he lay on the ground, seating himself in a sitting position before his older brother. "No," he said, lips curving with a dark smirk. "But what of dear Molochai, if indeed Kaena has truly moved on? Surely this leaves your options more.. open," the younger coyote said, crimson gaze never shifting.
Kaena's eyes stared back from Molochai's face. Kaena lived within him, as she lived within each of them, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Whether they fled from her legacy, denying her blood and heritage, pretending to be wolves and living amongst the sheep. He rose from where he lay on the ground, seating himself in a sitting position before his older brother. "No," he said, lips curving with a dark smirk. "But what of dear Molochai, if indeed Kaena has truly moved on? Surely this leaves your options more.. open," the younger coyote said, crimson gaze never shifting.