01-10-2010, 12:32 AM
WC: 321
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Hybrid's expression changed slightly when Rikka identified herself. He wasn't sure what he looked like, but he narrowed his right eye a little, trying to figure out who she was related to. She looked a lot like Corona, so his guess that she was a sister, aunt, or niece was possible. And the Lykoi and de le Poer names seemed to be mixed up between the children. If she was a de le Poer, this meant she was some sort of relative of Gabriel's. Hybrid knew Gabriel's father Ahren also carried the name, so she had to be related to that side of the family. Regardless of how she was related, Hybrid realized that he would have to see her as an extension of Gabriel's family. He supposed it didn't really matter how she was related to Gabriel — simply that she was. There was no other reason to care who she was, anyways. If she were some unknown Corona lookalike, he doubted he would have even continued the conversation. However, his obedience to the Aquila demanded he reply.[/html]
“Hybrid Holocaust,” he replied evenly. He blinked, wondering if she would want any more information from him, or he should demand any more from her. He did not need to know any more than he knew now — he was satisfied enough. However, Hybrid felt as though something else — his curiosity, perhaps — required him to ask more questions. “Hydra,” he added. “What do you do?” he asked, almost as an afterthought. He wasn't sure if he cared at all, but he supposed he could try to engage in small talk, even if he was absolutely rotten at it. Of course, he supposed he might be better at it if he cared about other coyote's replies. Unfortunately, Hybrid was too self-centred and egotistical to honestly care. As a result, he was fairly reclusive, and rarely spoke to anyone, unless it was to express his distaste.