11-07-2009, 01:08 AM
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Thanks to Akumu for the table!
The silvery canine had been alive a long time, and she would have ventured to say she believed in the aging of the soul in addition to the aging of the body. Her own soul was pathetically young, even after all the years she'd spent on this earth—it had many cycles to run before it was ready to ascend to a higher state of being; it had many lives to live before it could rest. The coyote woman's ears flicked to Lolita as she spoke, and nodded, filing the information away for safekeeping. If that was the other side of Dahlian leadership, it might do her well to get in good with the woman—obviously her position put her close to Haku, and the hybrid woman would have rather liked turning the man's comrades against him. It wouldn't be the first time.
The hybrid was quiet for a long moment, studying Lolita. It would seem she had more to add to the conversation, but for whatever reason, those words were none too eager to escape her throat. Still, the coyote hardly thought it her place to pressure the younger canine, certainly not when it concerned a subject so sensitive and often painful as love. So the coyote remained, content to let the silence stretch between them. She was a creature of fewer words in general, and she was not given to rattle on about things if she could sit in comfortable silence. The creamy wolf's words, when they did emerge, were shocking, to say the least, and Kaena couldn't contain the look of surprise that came across her features.
Kaena couldn't help but draw a parallel—sisterly love was something like what Samael wanted, something like the way he loved her. The silvery woman took a few more moments of quiet to ruminate over this revelation, her yellow-gold eye drifting and appearing quite contemplative for a moment. It was had been a struggle to accept Samael's love, though the lead-furred Centurion knew she could hardly blame him for loving her more than her other children. Her own voice was small, awkward, and she shrugged her shoulders in a tiny motion, turning her head just toward the younger canine. "Then, maybe... your bond is just stronger for that," the hybrid said, deciding that sounded best.
The hybrid was quiet for a long moment, studying Lolita. It would seem she had more to add to the conversation, but for whatever reason, those words were none too eager to escape her throat. Still, the coyote hardly thought it her place to pressure the younger canine, certainly not when it concerned a subject so sensitive and often painful as love. So the coyote remained, content to let the silence stretch between them. She was a creature of fewer words in general, and she was not given to rattle on about things if she could sit in comfortable silence. The creamy wolf's words, when they did emerge, were shocking, to say the least, and Kaena couldn't contain the look of surprise that came across her features.
Kaena couldn't help but draw a parallel—sisterly love was something like what Samael wanted, something like the way he loved her. The silvery woman took a few more moments of quiet to ruminate over this revelation, her yellow-gold eye drifting and appearing quite contemplative for a moment. It was had been a struggle to accept Samael's love, though the lead-furred Centurion knew she could hardly blame him for loving her more than her other children. Her own voice was small, awkward, and she shrugged her shoulders in a tiny motion, turning her head just toward the younger canine. "Then, maybe... your bond is just stronger for that," the hybrid said, deciding that sounded best.