11-15-2009, 11:32 PM
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The silver coyote peered at Hybrid, trying to determine his motive for bringing this up for the first time. Did he believe he had not incurred proper punishment for his actions? The hybrid found it strange, then, that he would have come to her—she had no knowledge of this past transgression, and she would have been blissfully unaware of it had Hybrid not mentioned it himself. Gabriel hadn't considered it prudent to mention the attack to her, and thus the silvery woman assumed it did not feature prominently on his mind.
The Centurion listened intently as he spoke, remaining quiet until he had finished his thought, though her single eye did not waver from him through the rain. The coyote no longer regretted coming out; this conversation was delving into old wounds and strange territory, the latter of which both irritated and spurred her thoughts at the same time. The coyote woman now wondered why Gabriel had not thrown him out then and there—obviously it was too late for retaliation now, but even the bedraggled coyote's current rank was one of trust. As Hydra, he was expected to protect Gabriel's life, yet he had endangered it with an attack.
"Then would you say Gabriel is a fool for trusting you with the Aquila's protection rank?" she questioned, a barbed one at best. "I would say he believes your one traitorous act was not enough to condemn you forever," the hybrid pointed out. Some were, some weren't—in retrospect, maybe she should have forgiven Vitium. The heat of the moment and being so close to tearing that Aremys trespasser to pieces, maybe that had made her act too rashly. It was long over and done with, though—there was nothing Kaena could do now to draw Vitium back.
"Over and done with," the coyote repeated. If Gabriel believed Hybrid was capable of such behavior again, he would not be at his present rank—he would not be here speaking to Kaena at all, and he might have been lucky to still be breathing. Traitors were not treated kindly among them, and the hybrid woman did not believe Gabriel would have trusted Hybrid with his life if that sort of behavior had any possibility of becoming a pattern.
The silver coyote peered at Hybrid, trying to determine his motive for bringing this up for the first time. Did he believe he had not incurred proper punishment for his actions? The hybrid found it strange, then, that he would have come to her—she had no knowledge of this past transgression, and she would have been blissfully unaware of it had Hybrid not mentioned it himself. Gabriel hadn't considered it prudent to mention the attack to her, and thus the silvery woman assumed it did not feature prominently on his mind.
The Centurion listened intently as he spoke, remaining quiet until he had finished his thought, though her single eye did not waver from him through the rain. The coyote no longer regretted coming out; this conversation was delving into old wounds and strange territory, the latter of which both irritated and spurred her thoughts at the same time. The coyote woman now wondered why Gabriel had not thrown him out then and there—obviously it was too late for retaliation now, but even the bedraggled coyote's current rank was one of trust. As Hydra, he was expected to protect Gabriel's life, yet he had endangered it with an attack.
"Then would you say Gabriel is a fool for trusting you with the Aquila's protection rank?" she questioned, a barbed one at best. "I would say he believes your one traitorous act was not enough to condemn you forever," the hybrid pointed out. Some were, some weren't—in retrospect, maybe she should have forgiven Vitium. The heat of the moment and being so close to tearing that Aremys trespasser to pieces, maybe that had made her act too rashly. It was long over and done with, though—there was nothing Kaena could do now to draw Vitium back.
"Over and done with," the coyote repeated. If Gabriel believed Hybrid was capable of such behavior again, he would not be at his present rank—he would not be here speaking to Kaena at all, and he might have been lucky to still be breathing. Traitors were not treated kindly among them, and the hybrid woman did not believe Gabriel would have trusted Hybrid with his life if that sort of behavior had any possibility of becoming a pattern.