07-13-2009, 08:37 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The canine supposed she had no real reason to be surprised by the hybrid's friendliness; he was wary and businesslike at first as she was, and it seemed once they realized neither was in the mood for troublemaking, they were able to relax. Kaena had just been in a scuffle with that pesky Phoenix Valley wolf, DaVinci, and she was in no mood for a repeat of that match so soon after round one had ended, especially not with an armed canine such as Talon. He was a spry young buck himself, and sooner or later the hybrid realized, her fighting days would have to end. That thought left a bitter sourness on her tongue. Though the Miracles wolf hadn't moved closer to her, Kaena still kept a wary eye on him at all times. She was ready to bolt back into Inferni at a moment's notice—the skull decor of the border was not more than several hundred yards away, and it would take only a sprint before she was back into Inferni's stronghold. Running away was never the first option, but here she was clearly outmatched by the bow alone, nevermind whatever other tricks Talon might have hidden behind that crows' wing cloak. The ashen hybrid hadn't completely dropped her guard, and she pointedly kept her blind side facing the tiny, stunted tree, the good side facing Talon. The Lykoi matron's blind eye was a sensitive area, and one she did not take kindly to being violated. There was a brief grin on her lips as he acknowledged her, and she remembered the question that had popped into her head. "You've lived in packs a long time?" she began, wondering how she might phrase her inquiry. "Do you get wolves from other packs who just... cross your borders?" She was highly interested to know if any of the packs suffered the same lack of respect Inferni did, especially Cour des Miracles. Maybe whole-blooded packs showed them disrespect because of who their leader was; maybe Jacquez's dog blood was just as despicable to some wolves as coyote blood. The hybrid was curious, and she looked at Talon, showing only interest in her scarred features. "To say the least," the Lykoi said with a genuine smile, the wry thing twisting her charcoal lips. She loved her family—but she knew they were screwed up, and she knew a lot of them were hard to love. Even the ones who were outsiders to the bloodline now, like Vitium, even part of Kaena loved him and always would. "I chose it to represent us," she added. The Lykoi genes as they existed here were exclusively her progeny—she had no surviving siblings and her closest relatives were almost whole-blooded wolves, and they were almost surely unaware of her existence, unless Brennen had returned to Maine after his departure from here years ago. The ashen hybrid listened to Talon, and not surprisingly, her thoughts turned to Marlowe. The crow had been part of Inferni, and he'd been quite useful, especially during the Aremys war. The hybrid Lykoi nodded at him, finding the idea that he'd wanted to be a crow rather interesting. "Why did you want to be a crow?" she asked, curious. The feathers shimmered blue-black underneath the silver light of the moon, and she admired the coat again before her gaze returned to Talon. |