Staring at the Ceiling, The Roof Has A Face

Kaena Lykoi · 12-18-2009, 05:46 AM

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Wheehehee.

The silver-furred hybrid was hesitant to label her own sexuality. She was only rarely and fleetingly attracted to females, with Zarah, Fatin, and perhaps now even Vieira as the exceptions to the general rule. The hybrid recalled Zarah in painful detail. She was a lovely canine, all slight coyote features and tawny fur the color of a wheat field, highlighted with shadow and cream. There were scars, of course, because Zarah had been a warrior. Kaena had served under Svenlia and Raptor in the Darklands clan, and as a younger canine she'd grapped with the sudden attraction to one of her own—she'd watched Zarah from afar, stunned with her slim, slinky coyote-ness, and envied her, too. Kaena had wanted to be Zarah to some extent; the once-Leader of the Inferni clan's first incarnation had been all that the hybrid ever wanted in another coyote. When they found each other on the beach at Hell's Coast, the coyote woman thought they could kindle something, but when they showed signs of affection, Kaena balked, unable to commit to loving a woman, frightened by her own sexuality and her desire. She ran off with Zulifer, and in retrospect, she might have broken Zarah's heart. In any case, things were never the same, and Zarah was long beneath the ground now.

Fatin was another surprise; the russet-furred canine and Kaena had been at war at some point, as the hybrid woman associated Fatin with Salvaged Eternity above all things, and for that she was scorned. They'd fought twice before their first peaceful meeting, that lengthy waterside evening where they recalled parts of their souls, and in comparison, found they were not so different. Fatin was part-coyote by some stroke of luck on her father's side, and she had hated Salvaged with comparable passion then, scorned by the green-eyed devil. Kaena had hopes for Fatin. In many ways the coyote recalled the russet woman favorably; Fatin had saved Ahemait's life, mended Razekiel's wounds, tended to Kaena's own battered and bruised body. But more recently, the hybrid recalled nursing the cinnamon-furred wolf back to life, tending to her burns and cuts... and when Kaena had suffered an incredible blow, when Kaena had been hurt by Haku Soul just as deeply as Fatin had been hurt physically, the russet woman was not there. She was not there for Kaena; she had slipped away in the night and left the bed cold and empty and unwelcoming. Perhaps that was unforgivable, perhaps not. Time would tell, if the russet woman was to show her face around Inferni once more. Part of Kaena ached for her return; certainly the ashen hybrid still loved Fatin to some degree.

Now there was Vieira, the ultimate enigma. The hybrid could not figure out if she was simply attracted to the power she held over the other canine or Vieira herself. She was pretty, no doubt, but the hybrid's desires conflicted each other and raced against each other, and still, something in Kaena knew there was no chance of a relationship there. They would be forever unequal, the younger ultimately submissive to the elder. And still, Kaena was not certain she could commit to a woman's love—before Fatin, or maybe in between Fatin, between when she'd disappeared and returned all beat up, there had been Jacquez, rekindling the spark of sexuality within the silver-furred hybrid. The majority of her lovers were men; she found them more attractive on the whole, though there was the problem in that she generally found male wolves attractive, whereas her coyote partners (if Vieira could be called such a thing; Kaena did not know how to categorize their sexual encounter) were mostly female. Kaena seemed to appreciate the coyote features of women, while she liked the bulkier look of the male wolf. Or something like that. Jacquez wasn't even a freaking wolf, after all. Now, however, Kaena could not think of a man's sexual touch and not shiver now, she could not fathom allowing a man to touch her. Her thoughts drifted and she refocused on the other canine's voice as he spoke, offering a dreamy smile and nodding her head, a grin flashing on her scarred features at his idea of acid scorpions. Cotl was full of good ideas for warfare, if only they could procure acid scorpions. Perhaps scorpions alone were fearsome enough?

"Ah, thank you. You've got a few good ideas, yourself. Acid scorpions, hm? They'd certainly scare our enemies to death," she said, a whimsical sort of smirk passing over her lips. A moment later she was all seriousness, peering at the page number of the leg bones to memorize it while flipping back to the skull, setting it on the bed beside Cotl, picking up the marker and leaning in again to his shaved fur. She kept the book on the left side, naturally, and angled it as close as she could possibly keep it. Uncapping the marker with her teeth and holding it there, she stretched her other hand over the hybrid's belly gingerly, almost holding it flat as she touched the tip of it to his skin, her golden-yellow eye stealing constant glances toward the book as she sketched out the image of the skull slowly, painstakingly. She took more care than she ever had before, determined to impress her teacher with a worthy image to brand himself with. Her teeth clamped down on the marker cap tightly in concentration, her eye bouncing back and forth constantly between her work and the basis image at a dizzying rate, never staying on either for more than a second as the skull began to take shape on Cotl's bare-skinned stomach, first the round top of the bones, the jutting cheekbones, the ghosts of teeth near the bottom. She left the eyes as merely an outline, figuring it would be a waste of ink. She knew to shade them in. Still, other shadows she marked with a lighter touch than the lines, taking care to keep to her base image.

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