09-23-2009, 02:15 AM
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Thanks to Akumu for the table!
Hooray! Also, Lin, I am ~80% sure Raze & Gabriel have met before, but Mel would remember better than I would. XD
It was a lovely afternoon, even to the monochrome hybrid. She remained on the coast, the sun beating down on her back as she stretched out on the sand, her single eye half-lidded as her mind wandered, her thoughts coasting over nothing in particular. It was a welcome change; as of late the hybrid woman's head had been consumed by all sorts of twisted scenarios. Being with Fatin here in Inferni was wonderful, really—but there was still that pesky matter of Jacquez to deal with. Kaena simply could not bring herself to discuss the coppery dog with her russet woman. Molochai's departure seemed inevitable; though he had claimed to want to remain permanently, after catching up with him she had not seen him so much as once.
Sighing heavily, she lifted her head from the sand, brushing away her daydreams. A sound drifted to her, and there was something about the strange call that gave the hybrid woman pause. The silver coyote heard something familiar in the voice at the door, and she blinked her single searing eye several times as she attempted to identify the stranger. She could not, though neither could the silver canine identify the tingle of recognition creeping up her spine. Inhaling the air sharply, she could smell nothing. The wind was out of her favor, blowing her scent inland from the bay. She could smell nothing but the salty, fresh scent of the water.
Still, the coyote woman could no longer simply sit here in the sand and bask in the sun, could she? No, either way there was business to attend to, so she stood up fully, rearing to her hind legs in one slow movement. That was the last procrastination within her; when it came to the clan's business she was rather swift-moving, and this time was no different. Her two legs carried her quickly to the source of the sound, but she found she did not have to walk as far as the borders today. Two familiar faces came into view, heading toward the central point of the coyote's territory, some twenty feet behind her.
Her single eye widened at the sight of the second face, less familiar then Anselm's but still undeniable. Razekiel? Her sable ears folded against her head and she stopped short, giving a short little shudder, that sun-yellow eye blinking rapidly as if he would dissolve again right before her eyes. Anselm's presence was all but forgotten, Kaena's complete attention focused on the lost child, one she had honestly thought she would never see again. "Razekiel," she said warmly, the tone of her voice as if he had never left at all, as if there were just hours instead of years stretching between the present and their last meeting.
It was a lovely afternoon, even to the monochrome hybrid. She remained on the coast, the sun beating down on her back as she stretched out on the sand, her single eye half-lidded as her mind wandered, her thoughts coasting over nothing in particular. It was a welcome change; as of late the hybrid woman's head had been consumed by all sorts of twisted scenarios. Being with Fatin here in Inferni was wonderful, really—but there was still that pesky matter of Jacquez to deal with. Kaena simply could not bring herself to discuss the coppery dog with her russet woman. Molochai's departure seemed inevitable; though he had claimed to want to remain permanently, after catching up with him she had not seen him so much as once.
Sighing heavily, she lifted her head from the sand, brushing away her daydreams. A sound drifted to her, and there was something about the strange call that gave the hybrid woman pause. The silver coyote heard something familiar in the voice at the door, and she blinked her single searing eye several times as she attempted to identify the stranger. She could not, though neither could the silver canine identify the tingle of recognition creeping up her spine. Inhaling the air sharply, she could smell nothing. The wind was out of her favor, blowing her scent inland from the bay. She could smell nothing but the salty, fresh scent of the water.
Still, the coyote woman could no longer simply sit here in the sand and bask in the sun, could she? No, either way there was business to attend to, so she stood up fully, rearing to her hind legs in one slow movement. That was the last procrastination within her; when it came to the clan's business she was rather swift-moving, and this time was no different. Her two legs carried her quickly to the source of the sound, but she found she did not have to walk as far as the borders today. Two familiar faces came into view, heading toward the central point of the coyote's territory, some twenty feet behind her.
Her single eye widened at the sight of the second face, less familiar then Anselm's but still undeniable. Razekiel? Her sable ears folded against her head and she stopped short, giving a short little shudder, that sun-yellow eye blinking rapidly as if he would dissolve again right before her eyes. Anselm's presence was all but forgotten, Kaena's complete attention focused on the lost child, one she had honestly thought she would never see again. "Razekiel," she said warmly, the tone of her voice as if he had never left at all, as if there were just hours instead of years stretching between the present and their last meeting.