we lament to save time to repent

Legacy Kali · 09-21-2010, 02:18 PM

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She did not and could not forget her mother's dying words. Still in the throws of a pain riddled sleep Fatin had tossed and turned in the makeshift bed, her figure waning, her eyes fluttering with no hold on the world around her. Legacy had cared for the matron as best as she could, but in the end, death was the final release that Fatin wanted. It wasn't enough to have her children, to have her tribe, she had wanted more and needed more. The younger hybrid had been promised to carry a message written in the hands of the witch herself and so Legacy set out following the broken and garbled trail that her mother had laid out before her. Legacy did not understand what all had come to pass between Kaena Lykoi and Fatin Kali. It was a dark love, without a doubt, a strange love, and above all, an unpredicted love. But it had been pure in the eyes of the green eyed spitfire. It had sustained her through much pain and hardship.

It had indirectly given her other half-siblings, though Samael was the only other lover that Fatin had known after Kaena. It had changed the landscape of many lives indirectly, and some was good, some was bad. Fatin had left her few worldly possessions to these coyotes. Her bag filled with minor trinkets, her handwritten books with medial knowledge was not to be included. Legacy kept that for herself. The rest she did not question. For Kaena specifically though, there was a necklace of malachite wrapped in a brilliant gold. She was told to delivery this especially to the coyote queen. Memory made it easy to remember a face so hard to forget, but she wasn't sure if Kaena would remember her. Quietly she sat a few yards from the border, her bag at her side and her bow and quiver on the ground. Again, she chose peace when some might have demanded war. She was done being a solider though.

Gabriel de le Poer · 09-23-2010, 10:28 AM

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He had seen the girl at the edge of the border and watched her for a time. Even at a distance, he had no doubt that she was kin. The hue of her fur, though lighter than her mother’s, was unmistakable. Gabriel had only seen a few red wolves in his time, and fewer still that would seek out Inferni. The coy-wolf had waited and watched her hesitantly, for in his heart he knew that a daughter’s arrival signaled only one thing. Finally he rose and began making his way down the wooden trail cut by years of constant patrols.

It did not take the male long to reach her. This only confirmed his suspicions. She positively echoed of Fatin, from her scent to her face, and he was struck by a sudden and powerful hurt. His face did not betray this. It remained the gargoyle’s stare, sizing her up as he would any stranger. Though she carried weapons, they were not in hand. “You look like her,” he said suddenly, amber eyes at her face. Looking at her now was like looking at her mother through dirty glass. Something had happened. When Fatin had returned battered and bloodied, she had only stayed long enough to heal before vanishing again. This was out of character for her, and it had set of warning bells within the Aquila.

Now he knew she had gone home to die.

Legacy Kali · 09-23-2010, 04:41 PM

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Gabriel she did not remember the way that she did Kaena. Kaena had been a sight, something godly and terrifying all in one. She was the thing of nightmares and dreams with that brilliant gold eye and the lattice work of scars marring her face. When the male approached her she slowly lifted her green eyes to his face to determine if she was unwelcome or just unexpected. His words didn't cut her the way they had the first few days, the weeks following, or even the couple of months that came to pass. She had been used to hearing it along the tribe's populous that the two Kali women looked of similar build and features, but these had been more than just passing family or friends. The Lykoi family, for all that it was, had been much more to Fatin. "Thank you," She said quietly as she shifted backwards to support more of her weight on her arms. It was easy to guess that this was Gabriel; who else would have remembered Fatin at all? "She thought the world of you and Kaena.." She said, and found the words impossibly hard to form. This man could have been her brother, as much as Fatin spoke of them and as purely as she had loved them.

But Legacy was not her mother, no matter how skin-deep the similarities were. Her heart was not so pure, not so open. Legacy was raised to be fine with her heritage, coyote blood and all, but she did not forgive the trespasses of war. It had taken her mother, destroyed her childhood home, and it had stolen her trust in the beauty of the world itself. He was a man of war, but it was her dying mother's wish to try and put an end to the fighting. Legacy did not know how much she could keep her hands clean, it war was still waged in these lands. "It's hard to accept it happened, or to admit it. I was with her the last days, but I still can't bring myself to tell the ones she loved that she's really gone." A rare moment when she could accept and admit her own weakness, Legacy truly hated how small she felt now when realizing that she was alone.

Gabriel de le Poer · 09-24-2010, 07:42 PM

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The war with Dahlia de Mai—the war with Haku—had almost destroyed them. This forth war had sunk deep under his skin and changed him. Most apparent were the scars on his face and his body, marks that reminded him of the things that had come to pass. Many had been lost. Much more had been lost then Gabriel wished to admit. So he recognized the look in her eyes all too well. She saw him as a soldier, as a warrior, as someone who existed only within battle. Maybe this was true. It had been once, a long time ago.

He believed then she would not be to him as her mother was. The girl confirmed his suspicions and the coy-wolf’s face fell. It was apparent that the loss was not taken lightly. Gabriel wanted to know who, and how, and all the terrible things that he needed to know—but he knew the words would fall like daggers and he was not the only one who was needed to bear them. “I am sorry,” he said quietly. “Before you say anything more, let me call her.” With that, the Aquila turned and lifted his head. His voice was a wolf’s howl, and one which was meant for his mother alone.

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