10-11-2009, 04:26 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> lol @ fail for leaving OOC message from another post :X I wonder how often I do that without catching it?  The prophecy foretold to the hybrid woman may or may not have been true. The hybrid woman had obtained no further information than that, she had only been interested in seeking the sable-furred coyote's blood, and nothing more. She was almost certain Eris's head had been filled with the same garbage as her own, perhaps even more sinister than that, for Kaena could not fathom what an adult coyote like Astaroth would want with a child so small as Eris. Were it not for the girl's betrayal of her mother, the ashen woman might have even felt sorry for whatever had happened between her raven daughter and deceptive lover. Still, she could hardly spoil the illusion. Even if the giver of the gift had been a liar, perhaps what he had stood for had not. The coyote woman could only look into Samael's bloodied gaze and see the despair and destruction swirling inside of them to get an inkling that perhaps the devil himself was alive in her children. Razekiel had turned out so wildly different from his brother, regarding his mother in the same loving manner, but... so different than the scarred tawny coyote in her arms. None of her other children held her like this, none of the rest of them demanded her body still as they did, though Samael had been weaned from her sustenance long ago. She kept these murmuring thoughts quiet and still as they should be, her sable ears turned to the whisper escaping the sable lips of the younger Lykoi. These brought a smile to her own, and she clutched him tighter, again thoughts bubbling in her head. The others did not allow her to hold and give her love at will. Gabriel had never given her anything but loyalty through the years, and now she had the opportunity to do the same for him. It seemed difficult to express her love for him in ways other than that, though at times she certainly wished to pin him to the ground and smother him like she did Samael. Molochai was a fleeting meteor over the twilight horizon by now, drifted on to places other than where his mother lurked. This pained the coyote, as he had sworn to stay—but on he went, like so many of the others. The hybrid smiled almost sheepishly at his question, unsure of how to answer it, though she herself had approached the subject. "He is not the very same Razekiel I remember," she said simply, though she was not absolutely certain this was an accurate statement. Certainly he was the same physically, if a little larger and a little leaner. But there was something simply different about him, and the silvery canine could not pin it down. He was still her son, though, and he was not bad in being different. It simply was, and it was something the silvery hybrid would have to become accustomed to. The tawny hybrid spoke again, and the coyote woman remained silent for a moment afterward, a smile warming her lips at the first statement, grinding down into contemplation the next. Her single eye met his gaze for that minute. "Would you come home to me, dearest Samael?" she asked quietly, knowing the answer already but wishing for politeness and to respect Samael's wishes, if he had any beyond her direction. It was both frightening and lovely to have another creature so entwined in her grasp, though Kaena was comfortable with it; she would never hurt him. Still, the lurking thought that perhaps this was not the best for her son remained in her head. |