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http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_rain.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; text-align:justify;"> Nooo problem. <3 I say you make one more reply, we close this, and I'll start a thread in Inferni for us and Kae will call Gabriel over and such! Hooray. <3
Their physical proximity gave the Lykoi matron joy, but this was a reunion that was predictable, foreseen, almost. They weren't quite a prophecy, but their attraction to one another was enough to draw the other ever closer. The coyote had never for a moment ceased to care for the reddish she-wolf, and Fatin had been on her mind often in the time that she had been gone. The coyote listened to the woman speak her piece, though she seemed to recall the past with a levity Kaena could not ever hope to imitate. Even through the sad parts, Fatin was smiling. Maybe that was just the gray canine's effect on her.
The coyote leaned into Fatin's touch, and it seemed the she-wolf was almost teasing her for having taken off. Kaena would never have taken offense, however, and there was a rumble of satisfaction in her throat. "I regret ever leaving, darling. Family called me away in the first place, but it turned out to be the wrong part of it," she said, though there was nothing more she added to the subject—the tale of Eris was long, and Fatin would be spared for now. Besides, Kaena didn't want to spoil this moment with the truth of the youth's paternity—surely that would come as something of a shock to the red wolf. Kaena was aware that Fatin knew whatever had called the gray canine away in the first place had been important, otherwise she would not have gone.
The red goddess spoke of her family again, and Kaena vaguely recognized the names. They were Fatin's children, ones Kaena knew only by name. That was reassuring—younger children would have meant she had loved another man in Kaena's absence, and it also meant they would have had to accompany her. The gray canine would not have held anything against Fatin—after all, before this moment they hadn't any kind of monogamy agreement, though they were certainly permanently bound to one another. "What of your children?" she asked, intending to ask where they would go if Fatin were to come home with Kaena. It was a minor concern of Kaena's, but it was likely a major one of Fatin's, and the gray Lykoi matron did not wish to make her lovely woman uncomfortable in any part of this transplant if it could be avoided. Kaena would usher her into Inferni and god help anyone who had a less than stellar reaction to the former leader of Jaded Shadows and Labyrinth Glen living on coyote soil.
The statement regarding her percentage brought a grin to Kaena's face, for she hadn't guessed that part of the Kali woman's heritage before. Usually hybrids were easy to pin for the experienced mixed breed, but it was said that red wolves were hybrids of coyotes and gray wolves to begin with, and their features were similar to ones found in both wolves and coyotes. Even so, if Fatin's mother wasn't a coyote, how could Gabriel refuse her? The former Jaded Shadows leader had been one of Inferni's strongest allies, even if the very same pack bore Kaena's archenemy. She had healed his half-siblings and gone to Storm with them to speak with the alpha, putting her very name and her pack's name at risk for aligning with those damn coyotes—but the leader of Storm had seen their position, and he had acted in a way that pleased Kaena. It was likely that was in large part thanks to Fatin.
"Gabriel rules Inferni now, as you must know. But I doubt he'll turn away your lovely presence, coyote or not," she said, purring her compliments into the warm crook of her lover's neck. Even if Fatin's quarter coyote blood was not enough to earn the russet-furred female a rank, she would at least be welcomed as an outsider, permitted to walk upon Inferni's soil as any other member, and that was the worst case scenario Kaena could foresee. As far as appearances went, the cinnamon she-wolf was just as much a hybrid or a coyote as the rest of Inferni—they were an incredibly mixed bunch, ranging from the ghostly-pale Jael, who could easily pass for a wolf, to the full-blooded coyotes like Giggle. If Kaena had been Aquila, there would have been no question of her place or her home—but the ashen hybrid had given up that honor some time ago, passed it along to her golden son. Rightfully so; Inferni deserved a better leader than Kaena, who was rash and especially cruel. That was not to say that Gabe was all sunshine and merriment, but he was not the madwoman his mother was.
Fatin's words sent a shiver of delight through Kaena, and again she nibbled that rusty-red shoulder, her teeth so gently lighting on the woman's flesh. Her fingers clutched at the woman's sides, her thumbs tracing the delicious sharp curve of her hip bones. "My love," she whispered, emphasizing the possessive part of the sentence. Ecstasy flooded her body, and she nearly shivered. They were perfect for each other—perfect opposites, the best kind of attraction. Kaena was all darkness and pain, and Fatin was light and healing. They complemented each other perfectly, brilliant shades of fire to dulled hues of ash; the destroyer and the aftermath. The coyote leaned backward, her body withdrawing from the ruby wolf's warmth and closeness, one dusky paw grasping hold of the cinnamon wolf's own.
Excitement had swept her up, and it shone across her scarred features and in her single fire-gold eye. She appeared to be aflame, all of her fur standing up and her head held high, the smile lifting at the corners of her black lips even as she turned her head momentarily away from her lover and in the direction of Inferni. It was the first time she had diverted her attention from the goddess of a wolf, and just as quickly she had returned it, not wishing for a second now to miss any moment of time she could spend with the lovely woman. "Let's go now," Kaena insisted, and there was that rare, childish thing showing through. It was impatient and it demanded its satisfaction now; Kaena would have Fatin with her tonight.
Their physical proximity gave the Lykoi matron joy, but this was a reunion that was predictable, foreseen, almost. They weren't quite a prophecy, but their attraction to one another was enough to draw the other ever closer. The coyote had never for a moment ceased to care for the reddish she-wolf, and Fatin had been on her mind often in the time that she had been gone. The coyote listened to the woman speak her piece, though she seemed to recall the past with a levity Kaena could not ever hope to imitate. Even through the sad parts, Fatin was smiling. Maybe that was just the gray canine's effect on her.
The coyote leaned into Fatin's touch, and it seemed the she-wolf was almost teasing her for having taken off. Kaena would never have taken offense, however, and there was a rumble of satisfaction in her throat. "I regret ever leaving, darling. Family called me away in the first place, but it turned out to be the wrong part of it," she said, though there was nothing more she added to the subject—the tale of Eris was long, and Fatin would be spared for now. Besides, Kaena didn't want to spoil this moment with the truth of the youth's paternity—surely that would come as something of a shock to the red wolf. Kaena was aware that Fatin knew whatever had called the gray canine away in the first place had been important, otherwise she would not have gone.
The red goddess spoke of her family again, and Kaena vaguely recognized the names. They were Fatin's children, ones Kaena knew only by name. That was reassuring—younger children would have meant she had loved another man in Kaena's absence, and it also meant they would have had to accompany her. The gray canine would not have held anything against Fatin—after all, before this moment they hadn't any kind of monogamy agreement, though they were certainly permanently bound to one another. "What of your children?" she asked, intending to ask where they would go if Fatin were to come home with Kaena. It was a minor concern of Kaena's, but it was likely a major one of Fatin's, and the gray Lykoi matron did not wish to make her lovely woman uncomfortable in any part of this transplant if it could be avoided. Kaena would usher her into Inferni and god help anyone who had a less than stellar reaction to the former leader of Jaded Shadows and Labyrinth Glen living on coyote soil.
The statement regarding her percentage brought a grin to Kaena's face, for she hadn't guessed that part of the Kali woman's heritage before. Usually hybrids were easy to pin for the experienced mixed breed, but it was said that red wolves were hybrids of coyotes and gray wolves to begin with, and their features were similar to ones found in both wolves and coyotes. Even so, if Fatin's mother wasn't a coyote, how could Gabriel refuse her? The former Jaded Shadows leader had been one of Inferni's strongest allies, even if the very same pack bore Kaena's archenemy. She had healed his half-siblings and gone to Storm with them to speak with the alpha, putting her very name and her pack's name at risk for aligning with those damn coyotes—but the leader of Storm had seen their position, and he had acted in a way that pleased Kaena. It was likely that was in large part thanks to Fatin.
"Gabriel rules Inferni now, as you must know. But I doubt he'll turn away your lovely presence, coyote or not," she said, purring her compliments into the warm crook of her lover's neck. Even if Fatin's quarter coyote blood was not enough to earn the russet-furred female a rank, she would at least be welcomed as an outsider, permitted to walk upon Inferni's soil as any other member, and that was the worst case scenario Kaena could foresee. As far as appearances went, the cinnamon she-wolf was just as much a hybrid or a coyote as the rest of Inferni—they were an incredibly mixed bunch, ranging from the ghostly-pale Jael, who could easily pass for a wolf, to the full-blooded coyotes like Giggle. If Kaena had been Aquila, there would have been no question of her place or her home—but the ashen hybrid had given up that honor some time ago, passed it along to her golden son. Rightfully so; Inferni deserved a better leader than Kaena, who was rash and especially cruel. That was not to say that Gabe was all sunshine and merriment, but he was not the madwoman his mother was.
Fatin's words sent a shiver of delight through Kaena, and again she nibbled that rusty-red shoulder, her teeth so gently lighting on the woman's flesh. Her fingers clutched at the woman's sides, her thumbs tracing the delicious sharp curve of her hip bones. "My love," she whispered, emphasizing the possessive part of the sentence. Ecstasy flooded her body, and she nearly shivered. They were perfect for each other—perfect opposites, the best kind of attraction. Kaena was all darkness and pain, and Fatin was light and healing. They complemented each other perfectly, brilliant shades of fire to dulled hues of ash; the destroyer and the aftermath. The coyote leaned backward, her body withdrawing from the ruby wolf's warmth and closeness, one dusky paw grasping hold of the cinnamon wolf's own.
Excitement had swept her up, and it shone across her scarred features and in her single fire-gold eye. She appeared to be aflame, all of her fur standing up and her head held high, the smile lifting at the corners of her black lips even as she turned her head momentarily away from her lover and in the direction of Inferni. It was the first time she had diverted her attention from the goddess of a wolf, and just as quickly she had returned it, not wishing for a second now to miss any moment of time she could spend with the lovely woman. "Let's go now," Kaena insisted, and there was that rare, childish thing showing through. It was impatient and it demanded its satisfaction now; Kaena would have Fatin with her tonight.