07-22-2009, 09:59 AM
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Their blood held beauty and perfection. Kaena had brought their blood into existence with her multiple litters of children, infecting ‘Souls with their chaotic line. It was only because of her that he’d played with the others, truly desiring the Lykoi woman alone from the moment he’d been born. He was a demon, a Prince of Hell created from an already damned soul before he’d even been born and able to commit a single sin himself on this earth. And so he’d been born with unholy thoughts and longings, lacking any sort of morality. Her perfect line was where Samael preferred to chose from, tasting Molochai simply because he had been Kaena’s favorite, and thus hopefully some sort of extension of her. Rachias had been another, taking away her virginity before she’d even fully reached adulthood. And filthy longing for Ahemait, his littermate whom so resembled their mother, yet he’d never touched her, only wanted to. But it was for Kaena he held the strongest desire, loving the woman more than any of her other children, or anyone else alive. She didn’t reject him for his sordid longing, and for this Samael was grateful. If anything, dark thoughts crept into the woman’s head from this peculiar revelation, removed from her features, yet lingered just below the surface out of sight of her son.
She moved for him, again breaking the distance between them on her own. Body tensed for just a moment, as though he were prepared to spring back, but he held his position. Despite her words he knew she could come to hate him given the proper incentive, but the coyote wasn’t willing to commit such acts and turn his mother against him. But he said nothing, allowing the distance to close. He was still in lupus form, while she was shifted completely, able to embrace the currently smaller creature more thoroughly if she so chose. Narrow muzzle finally found her fur, slinking across her shoulder to rest there against her collarbone. He pressed close, closing his eyes and finding himself content to simply be so near to her. “I’m glad,” he whispered, knowing that even so their relationship would never be the same as it had been before. He was wary of the consequences, fearing that she’d intentionally or inadvertently distance herself from him, trying to avoid his sickening lust.
Their blood held beauty and perfection. Kaena had brought their blood into existence with her multiple litters of children, infecting ‘Souls with their chaotic line. It was only because of her that he’d played with the others, truly desiring the Lykoi woman alone from the moment he’d been born. He was a demon, a Prince of Hell created from an already damned soul before he’d even been born and able to commit a single sin himself on this earth. And so he’d been born with unholy thoughts and longings, lacking any sort of morality. Her perfect line was where Samael preferred to chose from, tasting Molochai simply because he had been Kaena’s favorite, and thus hopefully some sort of extension of her. Rachias had been another, taking away her virginity before she’d even fully reached adulthood. And filthy longing for Ahemait, his littermate whom so resembled their mother, yet he’d never touched her, only wanted to. But it was for Kaena he held the strongest desire, loving the woman more than any of her other children, or anyone else alive. She didn’t reject him for his sordid longing, and for this Samael was grateful. If anything, dark thoughts crept into the woman’s head from this peculiar revelation, removed from her features, yet lingered just below the surface out of sight of her son.
She moved for him, again breaking the distance between them on her own. Body tensed for just a moment, as though he were prepared to spring back, but he held his position. Despite her words he knew she could come to hate him given the proper incentive, but the coyote wasn’t willing to commit such acts and turn his mother against him. But he said nothing, allowing the distance to close. He was still in lupus form, while she was shifted completely, able to embrace the currently smaller creature more thoroughly if she so chose. Narrow muzzle finally found her fur, slinking across her shoulder to rest there against her collarbone. He pressed close, closing his eyes and finding himself content to simply be so near to her. “I’m glad,” he whispered, knowing that even so their relationship would never be the same as it had been before. He was wary of the consequences, fearing that she’d intentionally or inadvertently distance herself from him, trying to avoid his sickening lust.