11-24-2009, 11:49 AM
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Crimson eyes burning like smoldering embers in the night, catching what little light there was and reflecting in back in a truly demonic manner, his face was otherwise blank and devoid of anything. His pelt was thick and black, ready for winter and turning him into a nearly mirror image of the father he’d never truly known, distinguished only by the faintest ghosts of lingering gold. Paws silent as they padded against the earth, carrying him endlessly across the plains as Cain in exile, cursed to aimlessly wander until the end of time. Even the insects were silent, as though sensing the hellbeast that lurked in their midst and hushed their nighttime voices to allow him undisturbed passage. Suddenly, a sharp cry broke through the night—a sound clearly coyote and familiar as the voice within his head, beckoning him to retrace his steps. Movement stilling to a complete stop, head turned back and ears perked forward. Darkness blanketed everything, shielding the landscape in an impenetrable cloak of shadow. Even the inky black above was devoid of stars, as though something had swallowed them all up, one by one. Body turned where it was, walking along the invisible path he’d just taken in search of Kaena. Her scent strengthened with each step, quickening his pace and luring him inexplicably onward. Jaws slightly parting, as though to taste her presence on the air, he finally found the hybrid woman and wordlessly moved to lightly brush his muzzle against her’s. Head attempting to nuzzle whatever he could reach, adoring the physical contact between them, he lightly whispered a single word into the darkness. Mother. |