07-28-2009, 08:26 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;"> Resentment toward younger siblings almost always occurred, it seemed. The only exception among her own children had been Kerberos, who had gone so far as to partially repair the severely damaged relationship with his mother in order to see his younger siblings. But even that was short lived; following Kerberos's visitation of Gabriel and his siblings, he had disappeared, living in Chimera with Ahren for only a short time. And then he'd gone, vanished into the air for all the years that stretched between the present and then. Each generation of Lykoi disdained its successor, though Kaena had never verbally claimed to love any of them more than the others. Actions spoke loudly, however, and the demonic litter that had been hers and hers alone had been raised in isolation, indoctrinated, and made to love their mother beyond both their older and younger siblings. Here was that love, clearly embodied in Samael as he stayed so close to her, the infatuation evident in his eyes, and Kaena had been so callous as to reject it. There was some faint twinge of regret in her, and she leaned against him, holding him with her closer arm as the opposite hand sought to hold his. The question brought a lengthy silence from the woman as she wondered what to tell him. There was no doubt that it would be truthful; lying to her son was out of the question for the silver hybrid. But there was still that difficult question of how to tell him that she'd abandoned everything here without a question to chase his father and the daughter of a madman across the country. A heavy sigh rattled her chest at last, and she spoke. "Your father came back," she said, flinching ever so slightly at the mention of the man. "You, Ahemait, and Razekiel were too old for him by then, but Eris was just the right age. He took her and I chased them very far," she said. It seemed very simple, but there was nearly two years of absence to account for. She turned to him, looking at him for a moment with that brilliant eye. There was no regret in her eye or her tone as she spoke. "I sent him back to hell," the coyote added, even now doubtful of the coyote's purported wicked origins. Even so, it didn't much matter; the Lykoi woman had created a breed of demon in her own right, shining clearly in Sam's sanguine eyes. |