She knew little of what she should be expecting now when she was in a clan bent on war. She had been assigned to be her grandmother’s warrior and it mattered little to her what else happened in the battle as long as Kaena Lykoi remained safe and untouched. She had already taken a life from Dahlia and if that was the only thing she was to achieve then she would be content with that. Mew Sadira’s voice and their mother’s lullaby would forever haunt the young Lykoi though – she was certain of this. The woman could not really put the finger on the exact reason why she had turned around and put the gun to the ivory woman’s face. Was it hate that had finally made her pull the trigger? In solitude and with an unmoving body memories and thoughts returned and made her hurt. She knew now who she was and she was not certain if she wanted to know it had known a way to figure out what her soul really was made out of. As for the war she just felt empty. A wolf pack was to die for the sins of its leader; her half brother even. They were foolish and she wondered how anyone could have put such a rumoured monster in the throne without being just as twisted their blue eyed leader. Yes, this was what she knew about her violent half brother; he had the blues of eyes. Mew’s had held a beautiful green hue and they would never open again thanks to Halo. There was no regret, but she did not feel happy about her first wolf kill. It was not how it was supposed to happen and it had been a person that Halo possibly could have loved and adored in a different life. She would never know this because Vitium was a bastard.
Her thoughts developed and turned uglier, but the female sat there, anchored with determination. All that had happened had happened and there was nothing she could do about it. Samael still deserved death, but it would come quickly enough in the form of a striking blade by her hands. She smirked silently and imagined the things she wanted to do with the disgusting creature. It would happen soon, she knew; for she would not want to risk anyone else rip his life away in the war when she could have it instead. In the distance movement could be detected, and had the female not been so bothered by murderous thoughts she would have discovered Hybrid’s hulking form sooner. The man that fought like a coyote – or so sounded Gabriel de le Poer’s words. Light and awareness returned in the young woman’s glittering ruby eyes and she could feel her heart pace pick up a bit in quiet anticipation. She knew not what to expect, for he was not even an acquaintance of hers. During the time they had been members of the same clan they had never exchanged a word to each other. The female would have sought the man earlier if her heart had known courage better back then. Today no one could top Samael and his cruelty and what was more important was that it had been made clear that Hybrid Holocaust was Gabriel’s man and had been so for a long time. If her doggish looking uncle could trust the co-hydra then so could the second warrior of the clan.
He seemed to have noticed her too and did not turn in a large half circle to avoid her, which was a good thing she supposed. Her gaze lost a hue of its brightness when he was close enough for her to see a frown displayed on his rough and unkind face. So many of the coyotes here seemed to share the intense red eye colour, and Hybrid’s eyes glittered with that same colour as freshly drawn blood. They were not related though – at least not as Halo knew of. There were no direct family ties that bound them together and Hybrid had given her subtle hints before that he did not give a damn about her in any way. He did not stop until he was about a foot or two away from her and she stared emptily at him and watched him cock his head to one side. Halo had prepared no speech, but it was only the male’s skills she desired and so she would not have to make much out of this at all. ”Gabriel tells me that you fight like a true coyote,” she started off, sort of explaining what this was all about. Whether or not he was to realize that she was here exactly because she had wanted him to run into her did not matter the slightest to her. ”I’d like you to teach me your ways.” There. Their sizes were not all that different with her hybrid blood screwing up her four legged size. As a delayed response to his head tilting, she slowly let her head tip to the side as she sized his form up and down.