10-28-2009, 01:28 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The ashen-furred canine grinned at the sun-furred coyote's disheartened comments, leaning her head in towards him to bump his shoulder with her nose, leaving her scarred muzzle close to his ear to whisper in it. "Don't worry. I will teach you how to fight, and you're grown they will call you Mason the Terrible, Slayer of Wolves," she grinned, half-serious and half-joking. If the coyote had her way, she would teach him to be a fantastical killer, capable of throwing aside any adversary. The hybrid woman knew how to educate others in the ways of combat, though she was certainly no sensei. The young were easiest to mold; they had no bad habits to break and if they wanted to learn, they were the best students—eager to please, quick learners, and almost elastic in their ability to bounce back from injury. Small, young bodies were resilient, as the coyote knew damn well from her own aging. "They'll be running from you, then," the hybrid added, still with that twisted grin on her scarred muzzle. The hybrid considered his question. Though Kaena was born a Luperci, she did not realize it until she had even come here. Neither her parents nor any other adults she had known prior to 'Souls had ever shifted, and so, Kaena was unaware that the same ability existed within her. Her mother must have been a Luperci, to have bred Luperci children—and indeed, to slice the flesh over Kaena's young eyes—but the hybrid woman could hardly recall the coy-dog's face anymore, much less what form she had been during the abuses Kae had suffered as a child. The silvery coyote's father had never shifted, nor her step-mother Sabryne. Still, when she had discovered her own shifting ability completely on her own, it hadn't been weird or hurt even the slightest. Kaena shook her head in response. "No. Your new body feels just the same as the old one, and changing itself... no, it doesn't hurt. It does feel different, though," the hybrid admitted, though she did crack a smile at this. Different was not necessarily bad, and in this case, different was quite good. Turning from her smallest form to one of the larger ones was always exhilarating, and the coyote was certain Mason would appreciate it in the same way. "It's like... growing up, I guess, except you do it really, really fast," the hybrid said, scrunching her muzzle, unable to simplify shifting down any further than that. It often was difficult for the less-than-eloquent Centurion to express her thoughts, and this was no exception. |