02-20-2008, 06:43 PM
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Endymion turned away from her, clenching his fists and holding his breath. Hate was born for the boy, then and there. Soon it would grow and be fed, but for now it was new. The two-year-old was still for a few moments, burning his passion into the horizon with his eyes narrowed. He knew why the boy was so malicious; it was the blood in him, he had heard. Though he had never met Kaena Lykoi, he had met one of her sons when he was young. He was just as vehement as Andrezej had been. It was the Lykoi gene.
"He won't last long," he echoed distantly. Then he faced his sister again, composure restored. "I won't let him hurt you," he told her, two pairs of green eyes meeting. He would watch the borders tirelessly, and inform Deuce and Valentine of the coyote's existance. Keeping his family safe was his top priority. He would not allow a child to terrorize his loved ones, ever.
"If we're strong like Mom," Endymion added, less gravely so to lighten the mood, "then nothing can stop us." A hint of a smile graced his lips.
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