07-22-2009, 07:40 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_jaws.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:221px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> The silver canine gazed at her son, all of the energy in that laser eye focusing in on the scarred son of a devil, searching him for some denial, some playful laugh she knew would not come. There was no cheerful joke in his features; the confusion and hesitation in Samael's face was completely real, and as the Lykoi matron turned his life over and over again in her head, it made sense. Molochai had always revered her in much the same fashion as his younger coyote brother, but there was not that same passion, that same need for her that seemed to exist in Sam. Even the looks her two sons gave her were vastly different, and only now did Kaena see behind that shroud of blood to the fiery desire beneath it. Still, even as the Lykoi woman mulled over this fiasco in her head, she wondered, had the others known? Surely Samael must have betrayed himself to someone; he was so reckless and absolutely royal, the fearsome prince she'd raised him to be, just as Astaroth had instructed. Damn lot of good it had done the dark coyote. It was no surprise her other children would fail to mention such a crucial, revolting detail about her precious Sammie; such things were too terrible to be spoken aloud unless absolutely necessary. Even so, through all her distaste for the idea, Kaena could not hate her son, and that smile softened again as he spoke, and she shook her head firmly, half-lidding her golden eye. She wanted him to be close to her, but now she was afraid of him, though it was a fleeting fear that would fade with time. He was her son, no matter how badly he desired her he couldn't violate her like Kairo had, could he? The grizzled hybrid could do nothing but shake her head again at her son, finding the very idea absurd. Hate one of her very offspring, the children she had born through sweat and blood in some dank little cave on Inferni's first beach. All of them had been born in the same place, excavated just slightly wider with each litter of Kaena's. It would have been better if it had worked the opposite, starting with Laruku's litter and working up to the eight-head litter that was Ahren's. While the residence would have been more favorable, the strain on Kaena's body would have been far worse if she had given birth to Ahren's massive litter at eight instead of five. The gray hybrid's gaze hadn't left her tawny son, her features showing controlled affecton, lest he got the wrong idea. Could she relax around him again, let her guard down? In time, naturally—but Kaena was a naturally wary being, and she was still too shocked at this revelation and realization to allow herself to calm down. "Never," she said, a raspy whisper. Again she wished to touch him, but neither did she wish to tempt the devil dancing in his crimson eyes. That red gaze reminded the grizzled hybrid he was just as much Astaroth's son as her own, perhaps capable of the same devilish tricks the man was capable of. "No matter what," she said, knowing it to be true. Vitium had stabbed her in the heart, spoken out against the very things she'd instilled in him since birth, and she still loved him. That thought floated to the forefront of her conscious, a sinister whisper in her ear. It spoke of the most purebred Lykoi, born of only of their genes, a perfect being created from an unspeakable, monstrous act. Emotion shattered her calm exterior for a minute, though it was virtually unidentifiable through the shroud of her scars. She moved for him at once, on impulse, again reaching out for him, damn the consequences. The distance was too much to bear. |