07-05-2009, 01:28 AM
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mall-caps;">In Character There was something about this youth—he was a dull, dusty gold all over him, but he had those same black eyes Vitium had. It was strange looking into them; he had been the only one of his litter to have those unearthly eyes, and they had not been a recent occurrence in either Ahren or Kaena's bloodlines. But perhaps it was not so distant—Kaena did have a hefty bit of dog heritage, since her mother was half dog herself. They were almost doglike, but they were the hard, sharp eyes of a predatory, wild canine, just colored more like a dog's. Surprise dawned across the youth's face, and he appeared trouble. His words nearly made the Lykoi matron guffaw, but she did not want to embarrass her grandson. Instead, she shook her head firmly. That blazing golden eye turned to gaze into the flames, following along Enigma's arm and the stick, watching him stir the embers. Tiny sparks fizzled and danced up from the fire, and the woman only smelled smoke. "No," she said, knowing full well why he would have such a question. "You aren't him," she added. The eyes alone did not determine the tawny youth's disposition and how the grandmother favored him—they made him easily identifiable to her as the traitor's son, but they were not the same canine. |