I am the shoreline, but you're the sea

Kaena Lykoi · 01-02-2010, 01:04 AM

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The evening was full of familiar comforts for the silver-furred Centurion. The shadow of night provided places for her to seek shelter and hide, obscuring her face from the rest of the clan. Her position now was more precarious than ever; she'd been acting so very strange as of late, and now with her recent encounter with Gabriel, running away... the silver-furred coyote feared for her very membership in the clan, let alone her rank. She crept toward the entrance of her own cave, sneaking past the sleeping Vieira. The silver-furred hybrid flicked a coal-furred ear toward the sound of the smaller canine's breathing, steady and slow as it reverberated through the small archive that she lived in.

The silver-furred coyote desired the night; there was an itchy, insistent feeling tingling in her toes and running up her legs, driving her away from sleep and into the night itself. As she exited her own cave into the crisp freeze of winter, she inhaled heavily, the sharp winter air filtering through her lungs and expanding in a mist of pale silver from her nose. That scent brought something at once intimately familiar and incredibly frightening to the silver-furred coyote, the latter a feeling she thought she'd never experience where Gabriel was concerned. For a long moment the hybrid remained, hesitant to continue onward. She considered turning around and trying to seek sleep once more, but such an effort would simply be wasted time.

Steeling herself with another breath, the hybrid woman padded forward anxiously, her yellow-golden eye seeking her tawny-furred son amongst the shadows of night. She spied him not far from the entrance of her own dwelling, and she swallowed. Now or never, now or live to face the winter alone, separate from Inferni and her family. The silvery coyote trod over to him lightly, unsure of what to say until she faced him. "Gabriel," she said softly.

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