10-05-2009, 03:26 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Hallo!  Rain, rain, and more rain. The silvery hybrid was sick of rain; she had her fill during the summer and it was highly irritating to have continuing storms into the fall. She had been looking forward to a crisp, dry autumn and a cold and snowy winter, and here they were in October and still, there was rain. September had been blissfully dry, for the most part, but now the Halloween month had returned with a stormy vengeance. Sighing heavily, the coyote meandered along the borders, having doubled her rounds as of recently. There had been a few new faces on the borders as of late, and Kaena was quite pleased with the additions to the clan. Among them was her son, Razekiel, the lost prodigal child who had returned a changed man. The silvery woman was uncertain as to just how much he'd changed. It seemed a different creature entirely had meandered to Inferni's borders, and though Kaena still loved him with all of her tiny dark heart, it was somewhat strange to see him so vastly changed, and she could not help those dark thoughts. Still, his presence was absolutely welcome amongst the clan, and Kaena was always glad to add to their ranks. The hybrid woman could smell almost nothing through the rain, so she kept rather close to the borders, relying on her sight to discern her surroundings. The silvery canine was quite sure of where she was, it was simply difficult to discern any other lingering souls about the border. She was quite at home here, and she had grown to know the new territories quite well, though she avoided the desolate northlands for the most part, Kae preferred to keep to the more populated parts of the territory, naturally, since she was required to show her face rather often and make herself available should the clan demand her service. Some distance in front of her, the silvery hybrid could see a murky figure, half-obscured by the falling rain. She made her way forward, her own Optime feet splashing through puddles. For a moment her single golden eye flicked to the ground, and she hoped once more that the rain would soon subside, lest they find themselves with the need to construct an ark. This thought was brushed aside as she halted a few feet from the newcomer, a strange sort of smile on her face. "Nice weather, hm?" the Centurion inquired, her soaked head cocked to the side, her good ear curved forward to listen for a response. |