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http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_rain.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; text-align:justify;"> Kaena often feared what lurked beyond this life. She wondered what horrors would await her beyond the veil of death, whether or not her vanquished enemies were waiting there to cut her soul to pieces. It often felt as though there were demons swirling about her head, diving in and out of her ears and whispering wicked thoughts into her very head. Kaena Lykoi would not be surprised if Salvaged, Astaroth, Maeryn, ad nauseam, would be waiting for her, grown itchy and ravenous for her soul-meat in the ten long years she'd stalked the earth.
The coyote woman frowned, nodding but deciding to press the issue no further. Maybe it was better for Samael if he did not recall his head's darkest parts, for Kaena was quite glad she could not recall certain pieces of her memory. There were things she was simply better off not remembering. "You remember what's important, though," she said softly. He remembered her, and he held her in the highest regard.
The ash-furred coyote nodded. Of her three demon-children, Razekiel was the most willful, the wildest—one he had passed from her life, she had not expected him to return. At least she'd held the most loyal of her children here with her, lovely Samael. "He's changed," she said simply, though she still did not know whether or not his changes in personality were desirable or not. The hybrid woman could not determine from their single brief meeting whether or not he was an entirely different canine.
Samael's question brought an odd look to the hybrid's face, almost pained. The coyote studied him for a minute, her golden eye searching his tawny face. "I would love to be closer to you," she ventured. Samael would come to her if only she desired his presence, but the hybrid woman did not wish for him to suffer if he did not desire to live amongst the coyotes. She knew Gabriel did not approve of his wicked ways, but the coyote woman could hardly hold Samael's personality—for which she was almost solely responsible—against him.
The coyote woman frowned, nodding but deciding to press the issue no further. Maybe it was better for Samael if he did not recall his head's darkest parts, for Kaena was quite glad she could not recall certain pieces of her memory. There were things she was simply better off not remembering. "You remember what's important, though," she said softly. He remembered her, and he held her in the highest regard.
The ash-furred coyote nodded. Of her three demon-children, Razekiel was the most willful, the wildest—one he had passed from her life, she had not expected him to return. At least she'd held the most loyal of her children here with her, lovely Samael. "He's changed," she said simply, though she still did not know whether or not his changes in personality were desirable or not. The hybrid woman could not determine from their single brief meeting whether or not he was an entirely different canine.
Samael's question brought an odd look to the hybrid's face, almost pained. The coyote studied him for a minute, her golden eye searching his tawny face. "I would love to be closer to you," she ventured. Samael would come to her if only she desired his presence, but the hybrid woman did not wish for him to suffer if he did not desire to live amongst the coyotes. She knew Gabriel did not approve of his wicked ways, but the coyote woman could hardly hold Samael's personality—for which she was almost solely responsible—against him.