08-26-2010, 07:15 AM
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Colibri had been a good mother. She’d have kept them pure, raising them right and keeping the darkness at bay for a time, until they grew to see the world for what it truly was in their own time—or so he almost believed. Yet Sin had come in, stealing away their innocence and marking them so early on in their lives. Jael fought for purity, even if vileness had already touched him in the form of the man that had possibly helped to create him. Halo may have been harmed, wounded, but that did not mean that she needed to follow in the path laid out for her. She could yet hold her head above the waves, refusing to breath in the suffocating waters. She just may need a helping hand, and Jael desired to be there for her, though he wasn’t sure that he was able—not yet, anyway. He wanted to behave properly as her brother more than anything, Enigma be damned if he choose to seek Vitium out and truly become his father’s son.
Suddenly, pain wracked through her body. Concern tore across his features, desiring to know what was happening. She winced, whining as though she’d been struck. “What’s wrong?” he asked, voice cracking in confusion. His arm remained around her, holding her close, wishing to make the pain go away but unsure exactly how. There was only one thing that he could thing of doing. He threw back his sleek head and howled to Inferni in a voice purely wolf. But they would have to come. Halo was their’s, and she belonged to them as one of their own, even if he did not. He had to make sure that she was safe, and he couldn’t help her like this on his own.
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Colibri had been a good mother. She’d have kept them pure, raising them right and keeping the darkness at bay for a time, until they grew to see the world for what it truly was in their own time—or so he almost believed. Yet Sin had come in, stealing away their innocence and marking them so early on in their lives. Jael fought for purity, even if vileness had already touched him in the form of the man that had possibly helped to create him. Halo may have been harmed, wounded, but that did not mean that she needed to follow in the path laid out for her. She could yet hold her head above the waves, refusing to breath in the suffocating waters. She just may need a helping hand, and Jael desired to be there for her, though he wasn’t sure that he was able—not yet, anyway. He wanted to behave properly as her brother more than anything, Enigma be damned if he choose to seek Vitium out and truly become his father’s son.
Suddenly, pain wracked through her body. Concern tore across his features, desiring to know what was happening. She winced, whining as though she’d been struck. “What’s wrong?” he asked, voice cracking in confusion. His arm remained around her, holding her close, wishing to make the pain go away but unsure exactly how. There was only one thing that he could thing of doing. He threw back his sleek head and howled to Inferni in a voice purely wolf. But they would have to come. Halo was their’s, and she belonged to them as one of their own, even if he did not. He had to make sure that she was safe, and he couldn’t help her like this on his own.