M: the last enemy that shall be destroyed.

Kaena Lykoi · 07-14-2010, 03:41 PM

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Evening was approaching quickly, and the golden-orange color of the sky was slowly graying and fading, turning to deep blues and purples streaked with black. Only a thin sliver of the moon remained in the sky; the shadows deepened and darkened until they were solid objects, hulking figures of the deepest shade lurking in the forested territory. The scarred hybrid was hunting alone, and today her intended prey was small. A raccoon would have done rather nicely, and as the hunger gnawed at her stomach, the silver-shaded woman's determination increased. She was not so old and useless she could not still hunt for herself. The coyote woman still served this clan as its Centurion, and she had every intent to keep it that way.

Over the breeze, a faint scent caught her attention. It was the strange smell of death—old and unmistakable death, already fraught with decay and many weeks old. The earthy smell of upturned dirt also caught her nose, and an undeniable feeling of dread filled her chest. The twisting and gnawing hunger that had driven her from the comfortable depths of her cave was gone in an instant, replaced by some deeper and more primal hunger. This one was as familiar to Kaena as was the one for food, but so much harder to quench—this was the rough, greedy hunger for blood, the lust for revenge.

Almost automatically, mechanically, the silver-shaded woman turned and traced this scent, following it as it grew stronger. His scent was wrapped in with the smell of death, partners together wound so tightly about one another they had no hope of ever separating. He was death, and death was as much a part of him as vengeance was a part of her.

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