[M] [P] Pain is a God.

Kaena Lykoi · 10-15-2010, 06:35 AM

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Hrmm. Snake is on NPC status for now; we could freeze the thread for now or go back and forth with these two a little bit? :< Not sure, whatever you'd like to do. :> Maybe Alex would be alright with us PPing Snake? Iunno, I'll ask her if you want~

For what motherly love the silver-shaded hybrid had been shown in her lifetime, she should not have been anything near a good mother. The woman who had given birth to her had done nothing but abuse her and her siblings—Kaena was the lucky one, the only one to survive that. After Delphine's death, however, there was only more torment awaiting her under the hand of her father's new woman, Sabryne. Kaena's mutt blood was a sin, an abomination, something ugly and black and terrible—whatever words Sabryne could use to hurt, she did. For her failures as a mother, the silver-shaded hybrid had never been anything close to abusive. She had nearly killed Kerberos and Maeryn with neglect, but she had seen her failure in that, and she had deposited them somewhere she thought would keep them safe. Maeryn had disobeyed this, and the daughter's choice to follow her very mother had ended her.

There was sudden panic in the sable woman, and the silvery hybrid nearly drew back, recoiling in fear of being struck or bitten in the furious moments of confusion accompanying such grievous trauma. She did not, however, and remained firmly planted beside Lucia, working her hand over the woman's own hand after assuring it was free of injury, clasping onto it. “It's okay, calm down. Daisuke: Snake will know him, or you'll remember, or we'll track him down,” the hybrid said, trying to reassure the sable-shaded woman from her anxiousness. Tracking him down was not as important as getting the Outsider care, however—the ash-hued coyote was smart enough to know that. “I don't think so,” the coyote said, her own features twisting with confusion. She would have remembered such a story, she thought, but in the panic of the moment the hybrid was not certain. Her own thoughts were panicky and strained.

Though the silver-furred woman might have grown impatient, she reigned in her impulses and forced a strained smile, shaking her head. “No. You didn't do anything to deserve this,” the coyote said, certain of that. Lucia was nothing but polite and generous; their initial meeting on the western edge of Inferni stuck prominently in the silver-furred coyote's mind. “This isn't your fault. He wouldn't,” the hybrid said, stiffly moving to tuck her arm around Lucia. She was hurting herself, but they had to move from here, at the very least—staying so close to the border with two hurt women was asking for trouble, whether the devil Haku was extinguished or not. With this new attacker out there, they could not afford to be lax in vigilance. Gritting her teeth, the hybrid moved to prop Lucia up, when she ceased moving. Something she herself said had struck her.

Not her fault. None of this was Lucia's fault. It had not been any failure on the sable-shaded woman's part to fail in vigilance; it had not been any poor judgment on her part for leaving the coyote clan's territory. She was, after all, a wolf—she could easily return to wolf society at any time; Inferni-smelling or not, some of the packs would have taken her as she was. The madness of her attacker had struck seemingly at random, but here he was, motivated by some desire to be with or have Snake for himself. Could the same be said for her and Haku?

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