i could never forget what it's like.

[Kaena Lykoi]

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http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Thanks! <3     Being locked inside one's own head was often the worst fate for creatures such as Kaena and her son; with no one else around, their own thoughts were often their worst enemies. Kaena often found herself contemplating the things she'd done in the past, though she did not consider herself one who dwelled on the past. With nothing to occupy her mind, however, thoughts quickly drifted to the long, bloody trail of memories weaving and winding throughout her vicious mind. Even so, the Lykoi woman found little regret for most of what she'd done. There were faintly haunting things that echoed through her mind, but she could not find much she actively held remorse for.     Her golden son pressed himself against her, and Kaena was warmed by her son's presence there, emotionally and physically. It was good to be so close to him—the distance and years stretched between them like forever. Molochai hadn't changed much; there was still all that reverence in his eyes for his mother. Though Kaena would never reject his love, she was more than ready to relinquish the hold on Molochai she had when he was younger. His words brought a smirk to her scarred features, and she shook her head firmly. DaVinci was hardly a child anymore—when compared to her, yes, but he had been a fully adult hybrid, and he'd sure fought like one.     The coyote shrugged in response to his question. She didn't know much about Dahlia de Mai and its subleader aside from what Gabriel had said and the little bit Anselm shared with her. "I don't know. Anselm told me their subleader is pretty vicious, so I'd be careful of him. Don't know who he is or what he looks like," she said, disappointed she couldn't be of more use to her son. His words were little surprise to the hybrid; though Molochai had most of the appearance of a wolf himself, he held a special sort of hatred for them, hand-delivered by his mother. Molochai had been poorly socialized in his youth; Kaena had occupied most of his time and so had his half-siblings, and the grizzled hybrid regretted for a long moment that she had not allowed him to live more of his own life.     There was a sad smile gracing her coal lips. "I don't know about Cour des Miracles. I heard their subleader is a wild one, but I met their leader myself," she said, almost hesitant to share her meeting with Jacquez with Molochai. It wasn't as if he was a wolf, though. Kaena was almost hesitant to call Cour des Miracles a wolf pack—she'd met two hybrid canines who resided there, and Jacq had referred to himself as the king of the region, not the alpha. "He's a dog," she decided, wondering how Molochai would take that news. She had told him, of course, of her own dog's heritage and therefore his own. It was an odd thing, those dogs—they were domesticated, but they turned feral readily, and though they were hardly as adept at survival as their wild cousins, they were not completely useless. Jacq himself was a living testament to that—one-armed and descended from domesticated creatures.

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