08-13-2008, 10:30 AM
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sharksShe looked eerily familiar, though he was sure he'd never met her before. Clearly a hybrid, he thought he could smell Inferni on her though it was hard to tell with the scent of rain still fresh in his nose. At some point when he was younger, he had wondered about all the siblings he had never met -- the missing numbers of Gabriel's large litter, the missing brother from Samael and Ahemait's litter, the ones that'd come before. He had wondered where they'd gone and whether they'd ever come home; he hadn't understood because wanderlust had never gripped him. Even now, the lack of a permanent place was unnerving at times. He didn't like not having a place to go back to, even there was technically nothing keeping him from Inferni but himself. Though Skoll had claimed that the division was mostly circumstantial, with a name like Lykoi, Arkham did not want to even attempt to join another pack.
sharks
sharksShe looked eerily familiar, though he was sure he'd never met her before. Clearly a hybrid, he thought he could smell Inferni on her though it was hard to tell with the scent of rain still fresh in his nose. At some point when he was younger, he had wondered about all the siblings he had never met -- the missing numbers of Gabriel's large litter, the missing brother from Samael and Ahemait's litter, the ones that'd come before. He had wondered where they'd gone and whether they'd ever come home; he hadn't understood because wanderlust had never gripped him. Even now, the lack of a permanent place was unnerving at times. He didn't like not having a place to go back to, even there was technically nothing keeping him from Inferni but himself. Though Skoll had claimed that the division was mostly circumstantial, with a name like Lykoi, Arkham did not want to even attempt to join another pack.
sharks
Ah,he said, nodding, and pulled a chair out from the kitchen table. His cloak was soaked, heavy and cold, but he didn't know if he wanted to take it off, especially if the stranger with him was indeed from Inferni, or better/worse yet, a member of his family. His mask was a separate piece from the cloak, but the markings on his back very much resembled his mother's.
Who's this friend of yours? Living in the middle of the forest alone?He fiddled with the tie to his cloak but made no move to take it off,
Kharma, by the way, and you are...?He had almost gotten used to the fake name; at least, it didn't taste so much like the lie that it was anymore.
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