06-24-2009, 03:56 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/ ... tblood.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:248px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> mall-caps;">Out of Character Hokay, this is for Inferni's game and it's the day after this thread, where in the beginning Kae raided the graveyard and got some bones, and now she's going to hang them up and stuff. But, like, if a few people want to hop in, we could progress to stories, hunting, mock-fighting, whatever. I'm down. :3 mall-caps;">In Character The hybrid had a long walk from the city, and it afforded her time to mull over things in her mind. It had not been so long ago that she'd loved Fatin, though both of them were not so faithful to each other as to halt their completely separate, opposing lives and dive in with the other. It was never like that between them; though the Lykoi matron held the gorgeous red wolf in the highest regard and loved her still, even Kaena didn't know if they would ever really work together. They were two completely different souls; perhaps they were just destined to remain at an arm's length from each other. Fatin was kind-hearted and loving; Kaena was black-hearted and filled with hate. They were different ends of the spectrum entirely. It was Fatin's beauty and her dainty, almost-coyote canis rufus features which had first attracted Kaena to her, but it was her kindness and compassion and the love she had shown for Kaena's children which had forever cemented the woman into Kaena's heart. Salvaged Eternity professed to have loved her once, and perhaps that was just Fatin's luck—she was the kindest of souls, doomed to attracted the worst dregs of society, the monsters and rejects no one else could really love. As the coyote drew closer to the Inferni border, her thoughts turned away from Fatin and to the other long lost face she'd rediscovered on her brief trip around the territories—Rachias. If Eris was the darkness, the monstrosity, Rachias was the light, the beacon of decency within their bloodline. She was a Lykoi, still—but she was the polar opposite of her devil half-sister. She had all the dainty beauty of a coyote and the exotic appearance of hybrid blood, her features perfectly coordinated. Kaena ached to be close to Rachias, and she did not know how long she could stay in Inferni before she sought her daughter out again. There was a longing for Rachias to come home in Kaena's heart, and it had hurt to walk away again. At least this time, both mother and daughter knew it was not for good. For sure, when she'd come back and found Inferni empty of Laruku's children, she thought they might be gone for good. She held no sway over them—if Inferni and the family they knew did not drive them to return, her presence certainly would not. Andrezej would never be coming home, she thought, that same crushing sense of waste overtaking the hybrid once again. Her father's namesake, squandered—Andrezej was nothing more than a traitor to the blood, no better than her half-brother Kairo. The coyote came to the border, and stopped, shrugging her pack from her shoulder and setting it delicately on the ground. The bones in there were fresh dead, no more than twenty years beneath the ground, but they still would not survive being knocked around much. The faster she got them strung up and in the trees, the better. Once again she was annoyed that she did not have red paint, but thankful that she still had a fair bit of twine in the bottom of her bag from her failed attempts at jewelry-making. She was lucky she hadn't lost that tooth of Astaroth's. He only had two good canines by the time she was done with him; she'd cracked his skull hard enough against a tree to break the other two. Both of them had bled a lot that day, and when Kaena woke, covered in coppery flakes of it, her fur dried into matted clumps of red, the whole tiny meadow, that dingy little break in the woods surrounding it—all of it appeared doused in crimson, growing brown and rotten with the hours she'd been unconscious. Kaena rather unceremoniously dumped her pack out onto the ground, shaking it to fully empty it. She put her cigarette case back, and the teeth. They were cold in her hand, and she looked at them for a long moment before she stuck them back into the bag, listening to them clink softly as they hit each other and the metal tin she kept her smokes in. There were none in there now, but Kaena would find some eventually. There were a few other miscellaneous things she replaced into the dingy green canvas bag, and then she set to work on the bones, setting the skull aside for the moment while she took the two large femur bones, putting one atop the other. She grabbed her twine, and began winding it around the meeting point of the two bones, wrapping them where they would touch and then going around the exterior a few times, securely binding them together. When the silver coyote was finished with that, she took her knife and sliced the twine, tying it to itself several times to keep the knot tight, then stood, carrying the cross shape over to the nearest empty tree. The scent of Inferni was powerful here, their borders clearly marked and screaming hostility to passerby. The ashen hybrid crossed them without second thought, and put the bone shape beneath her arm. She carefully climbed up onto a low-hanging branch of the tree. She steadied herself, crouching down and then sitting on the branch, leaning the cross shape against the body of the tree as she wound several layers of the hardy twine around the branch, grabbing the bone when she was done and doing the same to the large knot at its end, going back and forth between the branch and the bone several times so the thing wouldn't simply fall off in a few weeks. Kaena let it drop gently, and it swayed for a moment before growing still, hanging just above an average Optime's head, clearly proclaiming their borders as unfriendly. She grinned, and lowered herself off of the branch, hopping onto the ground when she was at a safe distance from it. The monochrome hybrid stepped back a few feet to study her handiwork. She was pleased—she reached up and touched the knot of bone closest to her, swinging the thing gently back and forth. Surely it wouldn't survive hurricane-force winds, but it would hold for some time. Perhaps she could get something to strengthen the ties before then and make it more durable. For now, it would have to do. She returned to the skull and the contents of her bag, wondering what she might do with it. She studied it, separating the jawbone from it with a crack, looking over the flat, useless teeth of the human. The hybrid ran one long finger over them, the still-white, near-perfect teeth of someone who had died very, young. Kaena's deft fingers took up the twine again, and she began to thread it through the skull's eye sockets and around each end of the jawbone, tying it with enough slack to allow the jaw to hang ajar. She hunched over her work, her thoughts growing quiet as she busied her fingers and put her ever-wandering head to rest, allowing the mechanical motions to take her over. |