the mission, the method, the downfall

Ithiel de le Poer · 12-07-2011, 09:07 AM

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Ithiel is by Kitty!

Kastra might have walloped Ithiel, had she not been preoccupied herself with this most pressing matter. She stepped up with Ithiel, just as eager and concerned, though she remained dead silent. This was a fearful thing to Ithiel -- dead silence from the silver-gray lady seemed to foretell great anger from the woman. This was something that the dark-hued coyote feared; angry and dissatisfied women were forces to be reckoned with, and not ones he particularly enjoyed dealing with.

It was Ithiel who felt a prickle of anger at Aemon's answer, however. His dusky face grew stormy with it, and his ears folded half-mast, one lip quivering and revealing pearly young teeth. It had not been promised Gabriel was here in Inferni, but Ithiel had taken such a thing for granted. Half their purpose was wasted, then. There would be no returning general. That raging part of him thought it was good -- he thought Gabriel would be too old. Jezebel had not known his exact age, but Ithiel remembered her saying it had to be over five. Ithiel would be a year and a half shortly -- nearly that time had passed, putting Gabriel ever-closer to the realm of elderliness. The grayscale coyote promptly turned and walked toward the horses and the small boscage of shrubbery the trio had drifted toward during the conversation.

Well, we'll still stay, for a while, anyway, Kastra spoke upon his return, her voice brisk. Maybe he'll return, or maybe we'll receive further word, she added, shrugging her cloak-draped shoulders. Her usual flare and spark was gone, a flat, dull tone barely masking the disappointment and, yes -- anger, it was in her, too. Ithiel's crimson eyes flicked from her to Aemon, his ears turned back in apology. None of his anger or disappointment was with his silvery brother, of course. We need the rest, yes, the dust-colored man agreed, murmuring something just to remind himself of his ability to speak.

What do you make of this Ezekiel? Kastra asked, and Ithiel remembered the news with a jerk. Half-brothers and sisters -- Jezebel must have known, but Ithiel had forgotten, either accidentally or on purpose. Now, it was apparent he was intrigued by his commander's question, crimson eyes turning toward Aemon. He was not comfortable with the idea of having half-siblings out in the world. He had liked thinking of his family as himself and Aemon very much, as much as he missed his mother. Kastra was his commander, a different relationship entirely. Aemon was his brother, and they were setting out to find the only family they had in the world. Now there were half-siblings, and yes, more of this clan carried the same blood of Ithiel's veins.

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