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Oh, yes he is that too. The real Cuhlain is Finn's father, and he's long dead, but now Finn's imagining that he's back. XD
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”Ah, too true.” Finn said, shrugging her thin shoulders. She peered a little closer at the coyote, noting the red fur along the bridge of her muzzle, and the hawk-like, golden eyes. ”You’d be Kaena, then?” She had heard bits and pieces about the lady from Sofia. From what she had heard, Finn had liked. Those scars weren’t from cowering abuse, but marks of battle. If there was anything Finn loved, it was scars. Cliche, but like notches in a bedpost, Finn’s scars where her entries into the journal of her life. She could trace the past four years by going from scar to scar, starting with a little one on the bottom of her foot, to her missing ear, to the long ones across her back. It was an unbroken timeline of violence.
Not mindless violence, mind you. Finn prided herself on having a clear head even when fin battle, and seldom attacked out of anger. If assaulted, she would fight, if not she would hold her fire until given a cut and dried reason otherwise. It had served her well thus far, as she still could count herself amongst the living. You were always good at killing, I’ll give you that. Even Aegnus had to admit you were better than him. Finn twitched a little, flicking her ear dismissively in Cuhlain’s direction. True as well. Even Aegnus, who looked like the bastard child of a bear and a boar on steroids had been bested by her. It had taken some time, and cost her part of her hearing, but she had done it.
”You look like you have just as many problems as I do!” Finn murmured, raising an eyebrow. The coyote looked haunted, her eyes slightly hollow, reflecting how Finn was feeling. How wonderful, that the two of them, both struggling with ghosts and skeletons in the closet should cross paths. Finn doubted that the female would share her problems readily with a complete stranger, that only happened in badly written stories, but even knowing that others were miserable too made Finn feel a little less like a freak of nature.