06-30-2009, 09:15 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Dude, it's hard. Things like to move at lightspeed when you're not checking back every second. D: Then, of course, when you do hang around all day, things seem to move in super slow-mo. XD Even she was not so sure she could kill her own child. Maeryn had been enough—the girl was a mistake, an accident. In a fit of despondent rage, Kaena had decided she looked too much like Zulifer. Hell, when she'd first sought Kerberos, it was to kill him, not to take him back. Not only was he the child of her dead love, utterly reminiscent of the black wolf she'd first fell for, he was tainted by the devil, Salvaged Eternity. Only, when she'd seen him again... even when he'd come after her to take her life, she didn't want his. She would have taken it if he'd forced her—if he'd made it abundantly clear one of them had to die, she wouldn't have hesitated to save herself and condemn her child. Otherwise, though... she did not know a limit of love for her children. The coal-dusted man spoke, and Kaena's gaze returned to him, that single golden eye murky with an indiscernable emotion. Her son had followed in her footsteps, then, and made war with the wolves as she had. "The war?" Curiosity showed across her features, and she looked at him before he spoke again. Then the Lykoi looked away sharply, her head lowering. She wanted to ask if maybe she could have saved him—but the positive answer hurt too hard to think about, so the Lykoi remained quiet for a moment, contemplating her dead son. "Do you know what that was?" she asked, not knowing if it was simply one of those unexplainable, subtle changes, or if some event had provoked the young Lykoi to betray his blood. The hybrid studied Gabriel, her mind drifting. How was it that the children she had kept by her side, even retreating into isolation to raise had slipped away, leaving their blood and clan behind forever, and this child—driven away in youth by terror and bloodshed—had returned to her, served her diligently, even taking the reigns of the clan and founding it all over again here? He hadn't done it for her; she was neither stupid nor sentimental enough to believe that. But it was nice to imagine it had been at least partly for her—and maybe she'd find that was the truth, someday. |