07-08-2009, 12:00 PM
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mall-caps;">In Character The coyote had known all of the leaders of Inferni from its birth to its present state. Zarah had been the first, and she did nothing save found the clan and call to order its original members. That had been enough; without that Kaena would not have the present coyote clan. Kaena's first term as a leader was less than spectactular, but than again she had her reasons for abandoning her post so abruptly. Arlo hadn't affected Inferni's history in the least, and while Kidorah had given them hierarchy, Segodi had continued her soft policies, placating the wolves. Roane probably never should have held the reigns—but in their leaderless disorganization after the drought and famine, there was little else to do but trust the clan to a stranger, since Kaena herself hadn't been around to take the reigns. The coyote listened to him again, her mangled ear and her good ear pricking to listen to him. She was curious—she had never come this way; when she had departed Bleeding Souls she had generally gone straight west as opposed to south, and she had returned that way as well. She supposed it would have been more helpful to her now to have at least passed through these territories, but there was certainly nothing that could be done about it now. His words were cold, and Kae found herself nodding somewhat vigorously, in complete agreement with his words. "Serves them all right," she said indignantly, for the moment able to forget about her wolf lover, Fatin, and how her pack had perished on those cliffs as well. Conflicting loyalties had always pulled at different limbs of the Lykoi, and she was used to the ebb and flow as one prority overtook another. "And Inferni proved its strength, you especially," she said, that glittering gold eye focusing again on her son's dark amber-gold face. Gabriel didn't need the compliment, but the Lykoi wouldn't reserve it based on that fact alone. |