07-22-2009, 07:23 PM
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mall-caps;">In Character The distance between the two canines closed, and Sam's head was on her shoulder. She rested her cheek lightly against his neck, that coppery fur brushing up against her face. Her single eye roved his body, looking at the myriad of cuts and scratches, tiny little nicks that had healed into scars. There was carelessness there; he could have easily prevented the scarring on most of them, but he had not chosen to do so. A dull ache had begun in Kaena's chest, and her sable ears were pressed firmly into the thick mess of her silver mane. She wished she hadn't left him; maybe if she had just goddamn stayed he wouldn't have gotten sick, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. For all her supposed devotion to her family, she was a goddamn sorry mother. She hadn't even been around to raise her last litter, and one of them was gone, who knows where, and another was dead, killed by his brother. No matter how he loved her, it was still love, and why should Samael be punished by further distance from his mother just because he dared to love her more? That thought would not be stifled, and as much as it disturbed the Lykoi it was a beacon of sense amongst all the tangled mess of confusion. The grizzled woman stuffed the thoughts down, forcing them from the forefront of her consciousness. She could deal with this later; there would be plenty of time to contemplate Samael over and over like a stone in the ocean. Maybe she would never really understand him or the source of his desire, but for now she didn't care. There was determination in her, a will to keep this reunion from being spoiled, even with such a filthy revelation such as one she had just experienced. For a moment, Kaena simply embraced him, holding him close and loose. There was a thought, a momentary urge that told her to shove him away. There was the reminiscence of his father, though Kaena did not hate the man, there was still a fair amount of anger in her for him. He had given her reason to run, he had driven her from Inferni as certainly as if he'd charged into its territory with an army of the undead, forcing Kaena and the coyotes out through warfare. Instead, Astaroth's treachery had not been so simple. The grizzled canine didn't know whether to revere or desecrate the dead coyote; while he had given her Samael and his siblings he would have taken one of them as certainly as he'd kidnapped Eris. Kaena did not know whether or not to tell Samael of his father. He deserved to know, but the silver hybrid did not wish to further tarnish this reunion between mother and son, no more than it had already been by the son's revelation. It might be better to just get everything out of the way now and rid themselves of whatever might hurt them later. Instead, the silver canine simply remained quiet, enjoying the quiet and proximity to her child, trying to push away all thoughts of anything that might sully their closeness. |