10-09-2009, 03:54 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_fall.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:240px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> The silvery hybrid had not been to the city in some time, and she was rather eager to explore it once more. There was always something different and new in the human ruins, some unexplored alley or long-dead shop, some antiquity with which to exercise her mind. Kaena was not a greatly civil canine; most of her knowledge of the human world had come in her later years, and she could clearly remember the days when feral canines were the clear majority. Now it seemed there were qualities of humanity everywhere she looked, though Kaena Lykoi hardly minded it. It could only serve to extend her lifetime. Technology was a good thing, even if it was recovered from the ruins of another civilization. The canines of the world would have to learn as much as they could about the human culture, including what had brought them down. They had been the dominant species on earth, knocked to nothing by a virulent plague of their own creation. The canids must not repeat their mistakes, and they would have to take care to keep history from moving in a circular fashion. Take too much humanity, and the canis genus would soon find themselves extinct, bequeathing the world to some even lesser creature. The hybrid woman meandered the streets, her Secui nails clicking along the cracked asphalt. She had shifted to make the quicker journey, though she remained in her halfling form, knowing she would need to return to her two-legged form to manipulate the objects she found among the city's ruins. After some minutes of wandering, a familiar scent entered her nose—spicy, sharp, and minty. Onus. The scent he used to disguise himself masked his natural odor, but upon smelling it once Kaena found she could recognize that same smell and assume it was the same canine that had worn it last time. The hybrid woman had been rather intrigued by their last meeting, and she was eager to see him again—he was a strange, quite, fascinating fellow, and Kaena felt that he had something to teach her, though she had no idea what. She was years older than him, but there was some strange maturity about the cloaked coyote, as if he possessed a far older soul than the scarred woman. There was a shop ahead where the scent was quite strong, and when the hybrid woman got to the door she hesitated, thinking she might knock first. The thought was silly and it jarred her to stifle what can only be described as a giddy giggle bubbling up from her throat. She shifted to her two-legged form, one silver paw extending to the door as the fingers elongated from it, gripping the creaking metal thing with her hand once it had formed. There was such a riot of noise from the door as the hybrid entered knocking was unnecessary, though to be polite the coyote woman called to him. "Onus?" she said into the dimly lit shop, her single eye peering around the ancient human ruins in wonder. She was a fan of books, though she could not handle difficult ones and she was an extremely slow reader herself. |