10-15-2009, 07:42 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_jaws.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:221px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> The silvery coyote peered at him with an almost quizzical look on her face, finding the laugh ridiculously inappropriate given the tension sizzling through the air. There was electric tingling from both of the hybrid creatures, fire burning behind their eyes. In anger there was a remarkable similarity between the two creatures, though by simply looking at them one could hardly tell they were as closely related as mother and son. Kaena was shades of warm gray and black, just the crimson on her muzzle keeping her from true monochrome. He was all gold, bigger in build and far more wolfish than Kaena herself. The fire in her eye seemed to explode, and she could no longer keep the snarl from her face. Her teeth showed a sallow color against her coal lips, finding it too much for him to insinuate such a thing. "You came from me," she responded simply, the growl in her throat making her voice twice as throaty as usual. The hybrid woman would stake no claim to perfection, not even good motherhood—surely she could have done better, surely she could have kept herself from failing, time and time again. Still, here Gabriel was, proof that she had done something right, conveniently forgetting that most of Gabriel's growing had been done a long way away. At the mention of Andre the coyote stiffened, her glittering eye narrowing to a slit. Her lips pressed firmly together, swallowing the growl that threatened to bubble up from her. She had no right; she had not been here to raise Andre, she had simply given him life and moved along. Still, it was blatantly clear the reference had upset her. The coyote remained quiet for a moment, composing herself until she could speak in whole syllables rather than broken, enraged fragments. "Samael is mine. He will do as I ask of him," the coyote said sharply, knowing she was speaking the truth. Sick in the head as he was, Samael was devoted to her, and he would heed her word. "Unless that's what you dislike about him," the hybrid said, the petulant words flying from her muzzle before she could keep them where they belonged. She kicked herself inwardly and her face showed an inkling of regret behind her anger; such a thing was terrible to say and Gabriel hardly deserved that. Still, maybe there was some ring of truth to her statement, some lingering jealousy or even fright that Kaena had a minion completely of her own, though the hybrid woman hardly had any dreams of mutiny against her own child; she was complacent where she belonged. |