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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> You listed like, ALL of my favorite childhood stories. <33333333 CANNOT WAIT FOR MOVIE LOL. Perhaps it was canine instinct that would save them from the same fate as the humans, perhaps not. Most of them seemed to have retained their feral nature and with it their respect for Nature herself, the godess found outside in the open world. Kaena had never been religious, but if she believed anything it was that the world and nature were godliness, and their lives were loosely directed by fate, given a final and definite purpose but room to grow and explore in the interim. The hybrid was hardly a philosopher, though, and she did not discuss these secretly-held beliefs with others, and often professed to disbelieve fate. Neither of her parents had been particularly keen on giving her a religious education, especially not her mother. Most of what Andre had taught her had been presented clearly as mythology, old things other people used to believe, but never as true religion. She had startled him, and her sable ears fell back in a moment, wordless apology for having done so. Beyond that, neither acknowledged the startling, and he greeted her with a name, seeming rather awkward for a moment. Kae was not a particularly perceptive canine, and it took her a moment of peering around the room to realize where she was. It was some kind of kid's store, with brightly colored (albeit dusty and time-worn) items scattered about. Why was he here, then? The hybrid woman was certainly no sleuth, but the mystery presented to her was not particularly difficult to crack. After a moment of considering, the hybrid recalled their prior conversation and tilted her head to the side, considering and giving him a wry smile. "Scampering feet in the future?" the coyote said, assuming he was "shopping" for children on their way rather than already in the world, and naturally taking for granted that they were his children—forgetting the minor detail (to her, anyway) that he had specifically asked about children not his own. The hybrid beamed at him, already approving of his decision to procreate—what else could a mother do? |