06-19-2009, 06:13 PM
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mall-caps;">Out of Character OMG. When I wrote this, I totally wanted you to reply! Hahaha. I think Kae and Jaq will get along nicely. >:3 mall-caps;">In Character In a different life, Kaena might have been beautiful—but her mother had robbed her of that almost immediately, slashing just above her eyes with one jagged claw, immediately marking Kaena and her siblings for life. The scars had not grown any less noticeable, and Kaena had added to her extensive collection since then. The missing eye stuck out more sorely than the rest—at first, the wound seemed like it might heal. Her vision on that side was not totally gone at first, and for months following that incident the eye had not completely died. She had been able to see shapes and shadows, just the dimmest, fuzzy outlines of them. Eventually, that had faded, and the blue-gray tissue of her eye had withered and turned peachy-brown, a knotted mess of scar tissue where her eye had once been. She could just barely hear the ocean, but she could smell it clearly—the salt on the air filled her nose and she could almost taste it on the wind. It wasn't unpleasant to the ashen hybrid. Years of living on the coast had made Kaena partial to the salty air. She did not love the sea, however; rather respected and feared it. It had offered Inferni protection from the wolf packs of the area when they were a weaker clan, and she had always felt she'd owed the ocean something. It would take its share someday, she mused, lost in her thoughts. A deep sigh issued forth from her lungs, and she was yanked from her thoughts by the voice of another. The Lykoi had not heard his approach, and she was startled at his voice, flying to her feet with bared fangs. Her eyes fell on a strange creature she could not immediately identify, and the aggression died in her throat, overtaken by curiosity. He was not a wolf, and he was not a coyote. Was he a dog? His coloration and build were entirely different from either of the wild species, and though Kaena had met few of their cousin canines in her day, she was not so stupid as to completely misjudge the stranger and take him for a wolf. Unlike coyotes, she had no affinity for canis familiaris, but neither did she hold hostility toward them like she did wolves. Along with his exotic breed, the creature was unique in another way—his arm was missing, leaving only a knotty stump of scar tissue on his shoulder. "Well, aren't you a sneaky bastard," the hybrid said sharply, no longer hostile but mildly irritated with the canine. Her brilliant gold eye regarded him up and down, more intrigued now than she was angry with him for startling her. The Lykoi stood her ground, neither approaching the stranger nor backing away from him. Her arms were folded across her chest and the charcoal-dipped tip of her tail twitched every few moments, a clear display of agitation. |