09-29-2009, 03:56 AM
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In retrospect, maybe Kaena should have culled Eris the night she was born, picked her from amongst her coyote relatives and disposed of her, thrown her into the ocean—anything. The girl was not worth the pain she had caused the silver hybrid, and even now there was debate in Kaena whether she would greet her daughter with a growl. It had cut the hybrid woman deep when the sable child had walked away, but Kaena had considered the possibility that Astaroth had deceived her as he had deceived Kaena long before Eris walked the earth. They were the same color, after all, and that in and of itself was overwhelming evidence in a child's eyes. Certainly Eris could not sort out her own wolf blood, though by two years of age now she ought to be doubting herself.
The hybrid woman contemplated his simple statement for a long moment, churning it over in her head. Were all children worth salvation? Perhaps. Kaena was no philosopher, but she might have subscribed to the tabula rasa notion that children were blank slates to be written upon. Such a thing could be said for her three children born of Astaroth—they were meant to be devils, they were meant to leave their mother for their father. Yet here was Samael still, devoted as ever to his mother, and certainly Ahemait felt the same, though there was distance now between the pair. Kae wished to track down the girl, to find her and send some word between them, but she did not know where the cinnamon female and Stygian Nothing had holed up and bred their children. Perhaps a new grandchild would greet her at the borders, bringing word of its parents—maybe someday.
"Some think all children are deserving of the chance at life," she ventured, though she did not subscribe to that particular school of thought herself. Given the choice between condemning an adult and a very young child, which would she choose? The child, which was innocent and had not yet the chance for a whole life, or the adult, who no doubt had family and possibly children of their own to care for? It was a dilemma, and one she was glad she had not been presented with in her lifetime. The children she had killed had been her own and one of Aremys, though the latter died in the name of war, war his own leaders had brought upon the pack by settling on Inferni's land in the first place. Too bad for them Kaena held no respect for her predecessor's treaties.
The hybrid was startled by the dawning of morning herself, having failed to correctly gauge the amount of time spent here with this strange creature. But that said something, that she had enjoyed the time spent with him—if it had seemed to drag forever, it was not a good sign. But the night had flown from them swiftly in the throes of conversation marked with extended periods of comfortable silence, and the hybrid woman was confident their next meeting (nocturnal, no doubt) would be more of the same. She offered him another twisted smile and a nod. "Sure, I ought to head home myself," she said, wondering vaguely if they were going the same way. Abruptly, the male had landed on the ground, and Kaena craned her neck, appreciating the closer view of the coyote than she had seen while he was in his perch. "And you," she called after his retreating coat, thoroughly meaning it. It was not so often she was complimented in such a way, and it had caught her off guard for a second, though now she smiled at his statement. Good to meet her, rare indeed.
Table thanks to Erin!In retrospect, maybe Kaena should have culled Eris the night she was born, picked her from amongst her coyote relatives and disposed of her, thrown her into the ocean—anything. The girl was not worth the pain she had caused the silver hybrid, and even now there was debate in Kaena whether she would greet her daughter with a growl. It had cut the hybrid woman deep when the sable child had walked away, but Kaena had considered the possibility that Astaroth had deceived her as he had deceived Kaena long before Eris walked the earth. They were the same color, after all, and that in and of itself was overwhelming evidence in a child's eyes. Certainly Eris could not sort out her own wolf blood, though by two years of age now she ought to be doubting herself.
The hybrid woman contemplated his simple statement for a long moment, churning it over in her head. Were all children worth salvation? Perhaps. Kaena was no philosopher, but she might have subscribed to the tabula rasa notion that children were blank slates to be written upon. Such a thing could be said for her three children born of Astaroth—they were meant to be devils, they were meant to leave their mother for their father. Yet here was Samael still, devoted as ever to his mother, and certainly Ahemait felt the same, though there was distance now between the pair. Kae wished to track down the girl, to find her and send some word between them, but she did not know where the cinnamon female and Stygian Nothing had holed up and bred their children. Perhaps a new grandchild would greet her at the borders, bringing word of its parents—maybe someday.
"Some think all children are deserving of the chance at life," she ventured, though she did not subscribe to that particular school of thought herself. Given the choice between condemning an adult and a very young child, which would she choose? The child, which was innocent and had not yet the chance for a whole life, or the adult, who no doubt had family and possibly children of their own to care for? It was a dilemma, and one she was glad she had not been presented with in her lifetime. The children she had killed had been her own and one of Aremys, though the latter died in the name of war, war his own leaders had brought upon the pack by settling on Inferni's land in the first place. Too bad for them Kaena held no respect for her predecessor's treaties.
The hybrid was startled by the dawning of morning herself, having failed to correctly gauge the amount of time spent here with this strange creature. But that said something, that she had enjoyed the time spent with him—if it had seemed to drag forever, it was not a good sign. But the night had flown from them swiftly in the throes of conversation marked with extended periods of comfortable silence, and the hybrid woman was confident their next meeting (nocturnal, no doubt) would be more of the same. She offered him another twisted smile and a nod. "Sure, I ought to head home myself," she said, wondering vaguely if they were going the same way. Abruptly, the male had landed on the ground, and Kaena craned her neck, appreciating the closer view of the coyote than she had seen while he was in his perch. "And you," she called after his retreating coat, thoroughly meaning it. It was not so often she was complimented in such a way, and it had caught her off guard for a second, though now she smiled at his statement. Good to meet her, rare indeed.