07-09-2009, 11:19 PM
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sorry, this is blah too. ><; (301) Other than the instinctual hatred and tales Vitium had told Jael from when he was young, the only thing he could figure out about Kaena and her relationship with wolves was that she must have once had some sort of personal interaction with at least one to have created his sire in the first place. Vitium was less coyote than wolf from his father, the man named de le Poer, who'd at some point even been a part of Inferni before being exiled, as his uncle had told him. But Gabriel had also told him to ask his grand-mother herself about him if he wished to learn more though, so Jael at this point could only make assumptions. And whether or not her hatred was blind or justified he could only guess at. Kaena's surprise was evident at the question he'd asked, allowing it to show on her scarred features. "So if I'd said something stupid or you just weren't feeling particularly nice that day, I'd be in bloody pieces on the ground?" he asked, that not fully honest grin lingering on his lips. It amused him though that only by chance could they be friends. But everything was chance after all, even who and what you were born as. Unless in a previous life you did something good or bad and that somehow dictated the direction of your current existence. Or there truly was a magical, omnipotent deity out there that purposely laid out a path you must walk along to encounter enlightenment, intentionally challenging you and your faith along the way. "So why do you hate wolves anyway? Is it because they're all assholes that like to eat coyotes, or something else?" the youth asked conversationally, discussing deadly, deep matters as though he were simply remarking on the weather. |