10-12-2009, 03:32 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The coyote could not remember much of Hybrid from the past. He had been present for some meetings she had attended, certainly—they must have seen each others' faces several times even over the past few months, passing by some several hundred feet away from each other without stopping. Kaena had assumed he was attending to his own business, or she was in the process of attending to her own. Either way, the hybrid woman now felt rather apprehensive about not seeking him out, though she had no reason to. The coyote possessed no knowledge of his encounters with his children, his history with Vitium and even now in the present, with Samael—though if the rain had not been pounding on their heads, she might have smelled her son in his coat. Dismayed, the coyote looked at him again, trying to discern a mood from his face. There was nothing, just blank apathy there, sunspots flaring in his crimson eye on occasion, presumably the same dark fury that crept across her head on occasion. The silvery canine could not suppress a sigh, and her gaze jerked to the ground, her single eye watching rivulets of runoff as they cut across the ground, constantly finding new space to invade and cover. "I didn't mean it like that," she said, still frowning at his use of the word demand. For the first time, the hybrid woman felt awkward in her rank. She knew her own place, she knew her duties, but she did not feel the need to underline it unless necessary. Maybe that was a bad attitude to take, maybe it would cost her her position sooner or later—but the coyote woman was hardly one to fight it if it came to that. She was getting quite old, and in a year or two, perhaps she would be too arthritic to be of use to the clan. In the meantime, it was important to prove her worth in the hopes that they would take pity on her and care for her then. The hybrid woman thought her best hope for that was Halo, partially because she was female and also because the girl had an exceptional liking for her. Samael would always be there for Kaena, she knew that—but there was strife in his very soul and according to the prophecy for which he was conceived, he was not bound for this earth long. According to Astaroth, the Prince of Fear was a demonic reincarnation, given to Kaena to nurture and cultivate. The hybrid woman had proven Astaroth himself was no devil, but then again—it did not mean that his ideas were all worthless. |