11-16-2009, 01:44 AM
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I absolutely should not be taking moar threads, but I wanted this one badly and it is still lonely so I am taking it anyway. XD <3 And your post definitely made me smile!
Had it been a month already?
The hybrid could hardly recall individual days from these past four weeks. They were blurred with liquored-up days and black-out nights, nights she yearned for. During the day she had to keep some semblance of balance, some semblance of control—there was no doubt in the hybrid's head others were beginning to suspect something was up with her. She could hardly remember the Halloween party and Anselm's birthday, but the strange looks she'd received in the days following had not escaped her notice, even with a few drinks in her already for the day.
Today, however, had been dreaded. Today was a merciless day. The hybrid had known this day would come, and she had feared it with every inch of her body and every ounce of her soul. Today was a dry day—and likely the first of many. Her alcohol supply was gone, and the hybrid woman simply did not have the guts to face the city again yet. She did not have it in her to slink past Dahlian territory; the only way to get to the city was by escort or by sea, stealing along the coast of the Valley pack and hoping she didn't run into anyone, keeping to the shallows. But even that would have required her to leave the territory, and Kaena Lykoi simply did not feel safe doing that.
The hybrid meandered outside of her cave, breathing in the late fall air. Her golden eye roved the empty walkways between their caves, worn by the feet of Inferni as a collective. The hybrid woman paused just outside of her own domain, her yellow-gold eye roving over the empty area. The grasses had grown yellower and were beginning to die out with the coming winter. For her month in isolation, the hybrid woman did not look well. She had lost a few pounds, and her fur was slightly rumpled, but her expression looked somewhat better than it did when she had been drunk. Though she was now forced to deal with her feelings rather than drowning them, the broken part of Kaena had begun to mend itself back together again.
Had it been a physical wound she suffered, the silvery hybrid would have been on her way and better again, but this was different. This cut deeper than skin and flesh and muscle and even bone, shattering something at the very center of the hybrid woman, evoking in her a quaking fear that had not been present in her for some years, not since she had been a small child. A sigh rattled her chest, and the coyote woman pressed forward, heading to the coast. A familiar scent sparked her interest immediately, and the hybrid stalked forward quickly, assuming that lovely spice to emanate only from two members of the clan—Anselm or Razekiel. Either was desirable as companionship at the moment, though the hybrid would have preferred the latter, seeing as how they hadn't quite had a chance to become acclimated to one another since his return. That was her fault—sort of. She hadn't come out to see him (or anyone) much at all lately. Trotting forward, the hybrid followed the scent, a voice calling out to her to confirm it was indeed her son.
Kaena could only just make out the last bit of what he'd said, but coming upon the hybrid man standing ankle-deep in the cold water was a bit of a shock. Curiousity showed on her features in an instant, and almost uncertainly, the hybrid sidled over toward him. "Hello, Razekiel," the coyote called when she was within a few feet.
Had it been a month already?
The hybrid could hardly recall individual days from these past four weeks. They were blurred with liquored-up days and black-out nights, nights she yearned for. During the day she had to keep some semblance of balance, some semblance of control—there was no doubt in the hybrid's head others were beginning to suspect something was up with her. She could hardly remember the Halloween party and Anselm's birthday, but the strange looks she'd received in the days following had not escaped her notice, even with a few drinks in her already for the day.
Today, however, had been dreaded. Today was a merciless day. The hybrid had known this day would come, and she had feared it with every inch of her body and every ounce of her soul. Today was a dry day—and likely the first of many. Her alcohol supply was gone, and the hybrid woman simply did not have the guts to face the city again yet. She did not have it in her to slink past Dahlian territory; the only way to get to the city was by escort or by sea, stealing along the coast of the Valley pack and hoping she didn't run into anyone, keeping to the shallows. But even that would have required her to leave the territory, and Kaena Lykoi simply did not feel safe doing that.
The hybrid meandered outside of her cave, breathing in the late fall air. Her golden eye roved the empty walkways between their caves, worn by the feet of Inferni as a collective. The hybrid woman paused just outside of her own domain, her yellow-gold eye roving over the empty area. The grasses had grown yellower and were beginning to die out with the coming winter. For her month in isolation, the hybrid woman did not look well. She had lost a few pounds, and her fur was slightly rumpled, but her expression looked somewhat better than it did when she had been drunk. Though she was now forced to deal with her feelings rather than drowning them, the broken part of Kaena had begun to mend itself back together again.
Had it been a physical wound she suffered, the silvery hybrid would have been on her way and better again, but this was different. This cut deeper than skin and flesh and muscle and even bone, shattering something at the very center of the hybrid woman, evoking in her a quaking fear that had not been present in her for some years, not since she had been a small child. A sigh rattled her chest, and the coyote woman pressed forward, heading to the coast. A familiar scent sparked her interest immediately, and the hybrid stalked forward quickly, assuming that lovely spice to emanate only from two members of the clan—Anselm or Razekiel. Either was desirable as companionship at the moment, though the hybrid would have preferred the latter, seeing as how they hadn't quite had a chance to become acclimated to one another since his return. That was her fault—sort of. She hadn't come out to see him (or anyone) much at all lately. Trotting forward, the hybrid followed the scent, a voice calling out to her to confirm it was indeed her son.
Kaena could only just make out the last bit of what he'd said, but coming upon the hybrid man standing ankle-deep in the cold water was a bit of a shock. Curiousity showed on her features in an instant, and almost uncertainly, the hybrid sidled over toward him. "Hello, Razekiel," the coyote called when she was within a few feet.