11-26-2009, 05:57 AM
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 -- The afternoon brought a particular fancy over the hybrid woman. She desired company, which was strange considering her state of mind the last few weeks. She considered it quite a good sign, however—wanting company meant she was emerging from her shell, or perhaps it was just more escapism, trying to run away from the shame and fermenting rage in her chest. She was hurt and angry, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. To tell someone else, that was to admit weakness. It had been her goddamn fault anyway; they'd tell her she was asking for it, she deserved it for walking alone at night, she was to blame for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. These were all things Kaena most certainly believed, and her fragile sexuality seemed shattered into a hundred thousand pieces. In a way, Kaena was both beyond glad and incredibly angry that Fatin had left her. The pair had finally seemed ready to cement something solid between themselves, finally settle into a pattern of being together with each other. Just as Kaena had nursed Fatin back to health after her trauma, the silver-furred werewolf had needed some of the same treatment, but the red wolf was gone, vanished. Where the fuck were you? the hybrid wanted to scream, snarl in the woman's face. At the same time, however, she was glad beyond glad that Fatin was not around to see Kaena act the way she was. Drinking her thoughts away certainly wasn't healthy, and Kaena didn't think she could stomach anyone touching her in a sexual way. Not now, anyway. And not for a while. The hybrid wandered through the Wastes, reacquainting herself with the growing grasses and the sights and sounds of it. It was definitely edging on fall now, and a chill sliced through the air, penetrating through her fur to the skin beneath. The coyote shivered with it, and inhaled deeply. She was looking forward to a cold winter; the winters in the southland had been too mild even for Kaena's tastes, and she did not generally enjoy the cold season. She was not built for extreme temperatures; her coyote kin had come from somewhere much further south at some point, migrating northward with the demise of the humans. Her wolf blood was good for that, though, and her coat had some thickness to it. Continuing on, the coyote smelled a familiar scent, one belonging to their newest—and possibly strangest—member. Cotl was a sight, certainly; he had dangling bits of metal everywhere, tattoos, and his manner of speech was disconcerting (to say the least) at first. But Kaena had honestly enjoyed her interactions with him on the border, and in her social mood she decided to seek him out. Trotting forward quickly, the silvery female spotted him, intently focused on the face of a beast of a horse. The hybrid walked closer, making some amount of approach noise as not to startle the man in his work. "That's some horse," the coyote commented as she drew closer, peering curiously at Cotl's work. Was he tattooing the creature's face? |