our paths will cross again someday.

Kaena Lykoi · 05-29-2011, 02:44 AM

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the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine

Her one remaining eye rolled in her skull at the sound of movement, but she did not lift her head. She was old past fear, and perhaps over-confident in the coyote clan's ability to protect their borders. The monochrome canine saw a black and gold form in the periphery of her vision, moving with a staggered and stunted step she now figured was unmistakable. Her eyebrow lifted, but she still did not move, not until he hesitated. Then, she lifted her head slowly, scarred face regarding him. It might have been unreadable, but one so familiar with her as Gabriel might easily read through the knotted and old tissue crossing the woman's face. There was caution lurking there, but kindness, too.

She did not hate him, nor did she pity him -- age had made her weary, and whatever rage and vigor had existed in her as a younger canine had begun to dwindle. Her steady descent into elderliness was apparent in the grizzled, graying fur around her muzzle, the dulling of her coat colors. The once deep shadow dappling her shoulders and back had gone coal and dull gray in spots, and the white of her belly had seemed to creep up with the lightening of the once warm gray of her pelt. The summer's change in her coat accentuated these changes and the gauntness of her figure; there was less fur to disguise the withering of age apparent in the old woman.

“Do you have anywhere to be?” she inquired, her voice gruff as always, but her words cordial. She knew he did not, but politeness and habit both caused the old woman to inquire. She was hardly as vertiginous as she had been in younger days; it would seem aging reduced much of the caprice of youth. She was likely to regard him as her Aquila, regardless of his real rank, for the remainder of their days. She was too far set in her own ways to treat him as anything else.

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