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Mmmmm. :3 (WC: 318)
Kaena’s surprise was evident. Her eyes crinkled, causing her scars to wrinkle, stretch and twist. Her brows drew up, and her mouth twisted into a strange shape. It only lasted for a moment, and was quickly replaced with a much darker expression – perhaps one that mirrored her sentiments toward Haku. Somehow, this expression relieved Tayui. Kaena did not look well surprised. She was too suited to aggression. It had shaped her and chiselled her features, shaping them with the focus and skill of a sculptor’s hand. The pale woman could see that the sculptor had used a variety of tools to make Kaena in to what she was today. The Infernian bore many scars and wounds, one which partially denied her sight. Instead, there was a gaping hole which had long since been replaced with broken flesh and scar tissue. Kaena was suited for violence. She had been wrought from this destruction, and she carried herself with a certain litheness Tayui would never possess. Even her words were tinged with conviction. It was appropriate.
Tayui watched the female contemplatively, continuing to observe her shifting features. This mongrel – born of wolf, coyote, and perhaps something else – was fascinating. And so, the pale AniWayan was silent. She offered nothing in reply, but simply inclined her head, acknowledging the words. A certainty; somehow, this made Tayui cringe. But she would bear it. It was nothing compared to what Kaena had endured.
“I hope you do,” she stated. “It would be good. Yours would be the last face he sees. Perhaps that will destroy him, and help you redeem what you’ve lost,” she concluded. Tayui mentioned nothing of peace. There would be no peace until Haku Soul was dead. Through his destruction, perhaps, life would return to the older woman’s eyes. Tayui hated to see someone in such pain, but she knew soft words and quiet coos would not make anything better.
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