Hellraiser

Kaena Lykoi · 03-22-2010, 07:54 AM

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O Y HELO THAR SIE IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I HAVE THREADED WITH YOU HOW R U ((536))

The silver-furred hybrid had been curled asleep in her cave when something woke her; she did not know immediately what it was that had roused her from sleep, but she was on her feet in an instant, her heart beating quickly. Vieira stirred in the alcove, but a quiet word from Kae silenced her again. Something was wrong, but she did not yet know what it was—in any case, Vieira needed to stay right where she was. There would be no endangering the tawny-furred woman again; she could not defend herself and she was a risk and a liability in the simplest terms, and far too important to Kae in more complicated terms.

The smoke-furred hybrid stalked to the mouth of her cave anxiously, her yellow-golden eye scanning the horizon. Her caved faced the beach and the wind carried the smell of the smoke away from her, but the hybrid woman could not shake the feeling that something was horribly, deathly wrong. She could not remember her dream, so it was not that again, unless it was one of those awful creeping ones where the feelings persisted but the memory of the dream faded away. The scarred woman rounded the crest of a hill, and distantly, far on the horizon, a spreading glow drew her attention. Squinting at first, the hybrid yowled a second later, alarm raising in her voice. She was off like a shot a second later—if nothing else, both Rikka and Mason both lived around her, they would alert the others.

The silver-furred coyote raced toward the landfill, having absolutely no idea what she would do or how she would keep the fire from spreading. Arson hadn't even entered her mind yet, but as she drew closer, two things happened: the smell of smoke grew exponentially and choked the air all around her, and another scent entered the air. Gasoline. A growl rumbled in her throat and she charged forward even faster, sprinting and flying over the flat territory of the Waste as fast as she could. Kaena was not a born runner; she did not generally derive satisfaction from running distances as some did, but this was an emergency, and it required every ounce of speed within her.

Lack of knowing what to do faded quickly as she approached—two scents became apparent, both of which were thick with Dahlian scent. The confusing smell of blood pervaded the air, apparent even through the thick and choking smoke. The cloudy-furred woman leaped forward even as she recognized that smell and its bearer for who it was, the monster Haku himself. A snarl affixed itself to the scarred woman's face and she charged past the fires, no longer concerned with putting them out. There would be others behind her. They would deal with that; she would seek her vengeance now. Looming up before her, she saw him, still turned and watching the fires. Using a final burst of speed, the silver-furred woman charged him, not hesitating or stopping for a moment, flying straight for his face. She had not even taken notice of the other Dahlian some feet away, maybe already dead—she only had an eye for Haku.

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