11-07-2009, 03:00 AM
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Thanks to Akumu for the table!
Oh! I have indeed, but I thought he was a literal family member. :3
The silvery canine was lost in her own thoughts, contemplating what had happened to her. It was as if her head was stuck on an infinite loop; for the past few weeks he was all she could think about, what had happened was all she could think about—the silvery canine could hardly get her thoughts elsewhere. The only respite she had was being fucked up—drinking on Halloween with the rest of Inferni had worked, that had worked wonderfully. Kaena could hardly even remember that night. All that meant was one less night she had to spend thinking about Haku Soul, one less night she had to replay their terrible encounter over in her head again.
The silver-furred woman hardly had time to react before she heard the charge, thundering toward her, and it was all she could do to hit the dirt, flat on her belly immediately. Her hackles were raised instantly, both fright and anger filling her in a moment. Her head snapped to attention, brilliant yellow-gold eye staring viciously toward the female, who had halted and turned back to the lead-furred hybrid, who had straightened up by then, glaring daggers at the other woman. It was the scars that first struck Kaena, there were so many of them—this midnight-colored wolf competed with the coyote herself in terms of batteredness, and that was a rather rare thing for the Centurion to encounter.
Grunting, she shrugged her shoulders, turning her angled face back to the ocean, regaining her stoic look. "Rough life, more like it," the hybrid corrected, and though it was hardly a gentle correction, there was just a hint of amusement glinting in the one-eyed hybrid's features. Perhaps it was a desire not to add physical pain to internal misery, but the silvery hybrid didn't seem particularly angry she'd been intruded on; maybe it was just a halfway friendly face that kept the half-breed complacent and still seated.
The silvery canine was lost in her own thoughts, contemplating what had happened to her. It was as if her head was stuck on an infinite loop; for the past few weeks he was all she could think about, what had happened was all she could think about—the silvery canine could hardly get her thoughts elsewhere. The only respite she had was being fucked up—drinking on Halloween with the rest of Inferni had worked, that had worked wonderfully. Kaena could hardly even remember that night. All that meant was one less night she had to spend thinking about Haku Soul, one less night she had to replay their terrible encounter over in her head again.
The silver-furred woman hardly had time to react before she heard the charge, thundering toward her, and it was all she could do to hit the dirt, flat on her belly immediately. Her hackles were raised instantly, both fright and anger filling her in a moment. Her head snapped to attention, brilliant yellow-gold eye staring viciously toward the female, who had halted and turned back to the lead-furred hybrid, who had straightened up by then, glaring daggers at the other woman. It was the scars that first struck Kaena, there were so many of them—this midnight-colored wolf competed with the coyote herself in terms of batteredness, and that was a rather rare thing for the Centurion to encounter.
Grunting, she shrugged her shoulders, turning her angled face back to the ocean, regaining her stoic look. "Rough life, more like it," the hybrid corrected, and though it was hardly a gentle correction, there was just a hint of amusement glinting in the one-eyed hybrid's features. Perhaps it was a desire not to add physical pain to internal misery, but the silvery hybrid didn't seem particularly angry she'd been intruded on; maybe it was just a halfway friendly face that kept the half-breed complacent and still seated.