11-07-2009, 05:05 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/epidemic.gif); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:226px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Dawwww. Kae should give Anselm a tattoo as a gift. XD The hybrid woman was glad to see her friend's spirits lift up; she was quite familiar with his pain and she did not like it one bit, so she could not imagine any other creature appreciating it. It was one thing to be separate from one's children by their own choice; that seemed natural. Children were given to wandering when they hit a certain age; that was simply par for the course. But Anselm had not been around for Ryan's childhood, so Kaena had gathered, so perhaps it was a greater blow to be teased with the promise of a stable relationship with his daughter, only to have it yanked away again. The hybrid woman could very well be subject to the same thing herself, someday—hadn't she walked away from Rachias and Arkham, after all? The silvery coyote was intrigued by Anselm's request, so she hopped to her feet and followed after him quickly, meandering in the direction of the caves with him. They weren't far, and the hybrid waited beyond his door, peering curiously toward the shadow where Anselm had disappeared off to. The coyotes were extremely territorial and possessive of their own space when it came to outsiders, and Kaena was not keen to find out if that same protective instinct extended to expressly personal space. After all, Kae wouldn't have enjoyed an uninvited intrusion, no matter who was doing the intruding. The coyote waited, watching as the wolf hybrid reappeared a moment later, something shining and gold in his mouth. The hybrid listened to his explanation and dipped her head for him to place it around her neck, picking it up from her chest as soon as it had landed there, her yellow eye flaring upwards in confusion for a moment as Anselm said his good-bye for the evening and made his retreat, scarcely in time for Kaena to utter her thanks. "Thank you," she called, though she still wasn't absolutely certain what it was he'd given her. Studying the face of the watch, realization dawned on her, and a slow, simple smile spread across the Centurion's face. A watch—Anselm given her time, perhaps not in the very form she desired, but ridiculously appropriate nonetheless. Time stretched behind and in front of then indefinitely, and the hybrid was certainly still trapped in the past. |