11-10-2009, 06:10 AM
[html]
| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/endoftheworld.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:243px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> The coyote was well-aware that things such as incest existed, though perhaps that was not the proper term for what Lolita and her sister did, what Samael wished to do Kaena herself. Those seemed like acts generated out of a pure love, even if it had been twisted and warped beyond the definitions of normalcy. The hybrid woman did not think these things were similar to what Kairo had done to her when she was a child; her older half-brother had forced his unwanted self on young Kaena, and that was wrong, either and any which way one looked at it. If Samael tried to do the same to Kaena, it would also be wrong, but if she reciprocated his love? If she wanted it as he did—like Lolita and her sister? Was it also wrong, then? These questions seared the hybrid's mind, and at once she was revolted and intensely curious, considering the creamy Dahlian wolf's situation in parallel with her own. They were not so different, though perhaps it was even stranger for the fact that Samael had come from Kaena's very body. But on that same turn, then, did Lolita and her sister not share just as close a relationship? They were both molded of the very same flesh; their parents were the very same (or so Kaena assumed; she did not take into account that they could have been half-siblings). Now that the hybrid had these thoughts on her mind, she wished to express them, but she did not wish to offend the younger canine in the least. The subject had suddenly sparked the hybrid coyote's interest in the most intense way, and she could not help but angle her head toward Lolita, curiosity clearly slowing on her scarred features. "No, I mean it. I think what you have is stronger than what you call normal love. You have your shared blood to remember each other, and that bond is stronger than anything two unrelated creatures can create," the coyote said, shaking her head. Maybe it was the wrong thing to tell her, but the hybrid couldn't help it—she knew in her heart this woman's sister would find her someday, and they would be reunited and happy. "There's no moving on from your sister," the coyote said, as gently as she could. "Family is forever." This, she knew, was also one of the undeniable truths of the world—her own would accompany her in the afterlife someday, she knew it; some of them she would be lucky enough to hold in the living world, too. Her brow wrinkled in thought, and it was apparent there was more on the hybrid's mind. "Take a lover if you are lonely into misery. Your body has needs as strong as your head, nothing wrong with listening to 'em," the hybrid added, dispensing direct advice at long last. "But don't forget your sister. I'm sure she's on the opposite end of your distance, hurting for you as hard as you pine for her," the coyote assured the creamy woman. "You will see each other again." |