10-11-2009, 03:50 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Bahah. XD No worries. I feel like I've done fifty joining threads in three days. XD Not that it's ever a bad thing! And I powerplay, that since Anselm & Kae strung him up together, he'd have called him Bastardo, where she picked up the habit. XDDD We should make everyone do eet. The hybrid woman was headed away from the borders herself, having just finished accepting another new face to their midst—one Armistice Shanti. The cream-colored coyote had made a rather good impression on Kaena, and she had gone so far as to mention Anselm himself to the newest acceptee to Inferni's ranks. The fresh Tirones had professed to have exploratory skills in the same line as the Caelum, and Kaena rather imagined the two would make quite a good pair. He was also a hybrid, which was just a passing fact in the Centurion's head anymore—many of their ranks were, and amongst them they had perhaps two or three whole-blooded coyotes. This was a good thing in Kaena's opinion. The more muddled blood, the better—that way the wolves would have less resolve to hate them. It pained her to think of strengthening themselves against wolves by using wolf blood. Then again, it was the same line of thinking as the skulls—their size and shape made the skulls unmistakable as canis lupus, and they prided themselves in their keeping. Bastardo, as she had taken to calling the lone wolf who had traipsed on their land and broken their bones—not their actual bones, their ornamental ones—had made quite the addition to their decor. Kaena detected sounds behind her, and she turned, waiting to meet whoever it was. There were many more new faces on their territory these days, and from the simple sounds of a comfortable gait Kaena could only determine it was one of their own. The sun was setting now, and shadows were streaking across the forest, devouring the moving figure within them. There was a flash of red eyes, and a wolfish face. Anselm. Despite her easy prior mention of the coyote, the hybrid woman could not help but think of their encounter in the city now. She wondered what the hybrid thought of her and Jacq; if it hadn't been obvious from their easy regard of each other, their lusty gazes and general innuendo as the night wore on had certainly clued him in. It really wasn't his business, no, but the hybrid woman wondered if he'd given it a second though. Jacq was, after all, King of Cour des Miracles, a wolf pack nonetheless, though hardly one Inferni could consider threatening. The leaden hybrid gave no outward indication of her thoughts, and she greeted her friend with a rather easy smile, her single brilliant eye meeting his crimson gaze for a moment, fading quickly as she determined his sour mood. Kae herself became more somber, straightening up and approaching him with a murmur in her throat, a growl that dissolved into a whine. "You're looking sour," the coyote commented, settling down to her rear in an invitation for him to lay it on her. They were friends, after all, and if there was something Kaena could do to ease his ill mood, she would help him where she could. The hybrid leaned forward a bit, peering toward her comrade with her striking golden eye, wondering what had gotten him to carry such a bothered face. |