my blood is pavement.

Kaena Lykoi · 08-05-2010, 09:52 PM

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In another universe, in another time, the silver-shaded coyote would not have stopped for a moment to rest until he was dead, but as it was, there was terror and terrible knowledge both in her—she simply could not, and she damn well knew it. She had been lucky the first time, and in a sick and twisted way, lucky the second time, though she herself would never have refered to such an occurrence as luck. In the interim, the scarred woman had wished for death the second time—it would have been a far kinder fate than what had befallen her last autumn.

It was her own fault she could see herself in no other way; as old as she was, the silver-shaded coyote was hopelessly set in her ways—she was incapable of changing at this point. It had been many, many years she had been living in this fashion, running with Inferni and fighting the various devils who reared their heads. Maybe she was simply destined to do this until she died, for Kaena certainly saw no other way to live; neither did she see any better use for herself. To the scarred woman herself, age and longevity were merely signs of conquest over her long-fallen enemies. She had prevailed, she had lived, and they were bones and dirt.

The silver-shaded hybrid's words were just as carefully picked as her son's, quiet and reserved in the same manner. Verbally, little actually passed between them, but the nuances and minutiae of the conversation was lost on neither. They did not need to speak volumes to one another to communicate. Perhaps this was something they shared as kin, or perhaps not—dissimilar as they were, they reflected one another, complemented and understood one another. Their differences were not so great that there was hate between them; the ancient silver canine could not definitively say for her son, but for her, there had never been anything but love.

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