06-19-2009, 12:39 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/ ... tblood.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:248px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> mall-caps;">In Character Her fears about startling the coyote were unfounded, as the golden-hued youth seemed surprised but did not leap into the air or start screaming—always a good sign. Again, the fish were in the flame, and that tantalizing smell wafted over to the elder's nose. Kaena took one look at his eyes closely, and she stopped moving forward suddenly. They were that same dark, dark chocolate brown. His eyes were so colorless and deep they did appear black in the moon's light. She immediately placed those eyes—they were Vitium's. The youth spoke, and the coyote, shaken, began stepping forward again, accepting his invitation to move closer. Her single raptor's eye never left his gaze; it was like looking into Vitium's very eyes. The ashen hybrid sidled alongside him, at once mortified and curious. Vitium had been the darkest child of Gabriel's litter—he was wild, he was reckless, and when he returned he showed clear evidence of it in his half-ruined face. His eyes had shone clearly even then, those deep, dead pools of brown-black stuck in a mess of ratty fur and scars. He knew her name—this was not so surprising to the elder Lykoi. She nodded to confirm her identity, and her gaze finally broke from his, looking him over. He had caramel-colored fur, tinted with crimson and lighter patches of brilliant gold. She still couldn't get over his eyes, though, and after a moment her gaze returned to them, a somewhat crooked smile displayed on her charcoal lips. "You're my grandson," she inferred, her eye glittering. He seemed much friendlier than Zana already, having beckoned her closer and kept whatever weapons he might own sheathed. "You have his eyes," she added, her voice growing thick with emotion. The fire roared before them, snapping and crackling as it devoured the wood. Smoke rose steadily from it, billowing into the night and filling the night air with its distinct smell. |