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Alexandria had been on the ocean. He could gaze into the distance and envision terrible things at the edges of the unfathomable—believing that the edge of the world lay somewhere far ahead. He’d sailed with his mother across the ocean, coming to this place where a fraction of his heritage lay. But he was more than a simple mortal. Standing at the edge of the sea as still and silent as the stones around him, he watched as the night slowly fell across the land. Clouds had since stolen away the sun, draining away all of the colors with it and leaving a grayscale landscape behind. Darkness was steadily falling before the hour it would have otherwise, and somewhere hidden behind the clouds stars sparked into existence.
It was cold out now, but he held any tremors at bay, knowing that he was a prince of royal blood with an image to uphold where even the slightest hint of weakness was not permitted. If he failed, he would fail not only his line but himself as well. Everything he did must be carefully calculated, with a sharp mind and careful wit. He welcomed the darkness, tipping his head slightly back to stare up in reverent awe as the moon broke through the cloud cover. He thought of his mother and his home, losing himself in the silvery glow. Senses remained alive but thoughts drifted, lingering on a land and a backward flowing river half a world away.
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Night was a welcome distraction for the silver-furred hybrid. Night often meant rest from patrols—she had decreased the amount, but now it took longer to make a loop around, of course, as they'd expanded their territory considerably. Even so, the silver-furred coyote took her time, content to meander along the perimeter for hours at a time, making absolutely certain things were alright. Truth be told, she had no idea how well the others maintained their patrolls—perhaps they believed the war meant the end of danger, no matter how she had and others had stressed otherwise after the war.
The coyote was returning to her caves when the scent of her most recently acquired grandchild caught in her nostrils, and she once again altered course toward him, wondering if the greyscale youth had obtained a place to sleep as of yet. She still thought of him as younger than he was—the coyote woman had yet to discover his heritage and the reason for his size. It hardly mattered, though—he was her prize, delivered through Samael to Inferni. “Where do you sleep, Mkhai?” she said, trying the name on her tongue. The hybrid woman did not object to her children's naming conventions, but she had her favorites and least favorites, of course.
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He believed that his father was a demon, but he saw him as being weak and flawed. He’d once believed him indomitable, until he’d seen him broken and so destroyed. Mkhai would be better than him, and he’d take over where his father had failed to create a legacy of his own. His wings were black enough to swallow up the sun, and in time they would be drenched in blood. He was small now, but he’d take after Samael in build, becoming sleek and lean, yet tall and proud. Someone approached from behind him.
The footfall was light and relaxed—not slinking as a predator on the prowl or a rushed charge aiming to attack with full force. He couldn’t yet place the particular gait to a face, but he didn’t turn around either until the canine was within feet of him. Finally, crimson eyes shifted from the sea toward the she-yote, sliding his ears forward as she spoke. “For now, anywhere,” he said, answering honestly. For the time being, she would hold his careful respect for being the Lykoi matron, but he wished to find his own opinion in time.
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The silver-shaded hybrid peered at her small, grayscale grandchild. Unlike herself, the only evidence of any color in him were his eyes, bloody red and no doubt inherited straight from Astaroth himself, through Samael. “You should stake your claim to a cave or a room,” the silver-furred coyote said, wishing she had the room to offer him a place to stay in her own cave—but with Vieira there, it was cramped already as it was, and the addition of another body would only worsen it.
The scarred hybrid settled down next to him, her good eye facing him, though her muzzle still pointed out to sea, her eye flicked over to study him. “Tell me about yourself, Mkhai,” she asked, wanting to know everything at once, whatever he was willing to tell her—he was a complete mystery, and the hybrid had only a precious few of her grandchildren remaining within Inferni territory. Though she had once cared nothing for her own blood, age and late-blossoming muliebrity had given the silver-furred canine a certain burning love for her family and all of its members automatically—once that trust was shattered, however, as in the case of Vitium, forgiveness was hardly possible.
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The thought of sleeping on the ground in the dirt and mud repulsed him. He was a prince, and princes did not sleep in filthy caves that would mar their elegance exteriors. The mansion appealed to him, but he’d yet to fully explore the building yet, picking a suitable residence for the time being. He needed shelter and warmth, not stones and dust. Thus far he’d yet to encounter much of the Inferni clan yet, but what he’d seen so far hadn’t particularly interested him. Sleeping in close quarters with vermin and low-lives would disgust him further then residing within his own, private cave secluded from undesirables. Kaena seated herself near him and he felt no need to recoil. She was the aged and weathered queen, though the prized crown did not belong on her head alone. Soon he’d need to meet the Inferni king and see for himself who led this clan. “What’s there to know?” he asked lightly, returning her question with one of his own.
He would not brag so arrogantly before a queen, making claims regarding his own blood and identity where they were not needed. He had no reason to try and impress or repel her. “I was born in Egypt by the ocean. My mother raised me with the aid of others around her as Samael was not only half a world away from us, he didn’t even yet know that we actually existed. We came here because my mother wished to find him.” Had he and his siblings been deemed unworthy, they would have been destroyed before adulthood. Djeserit may have been royalty on her own, but had her children’s bodies been empty vessels without powerful souls to guide them they’d have been labeled nothing more than worthless husks wasting space and precious resources.
Only the souls of gods and devils were permitted, and Mkhai’s fate and future had always been hazy and difficult to pinpoint within his mother’s normally sharp eyes. This had lead to some questions, and finally their inevitable departure from Egypt.
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Regardless of the younger canine's status, the silver-shaded coyote found a certain interest within herself for him, of course—he was her grandson, her flesh and blood. Her yellow-golden eye had not left him since she had arrived, and there was sparkling interest glittering there, his question drawing a frown across her face. “Whatever you have to tell,” she countered, and though the words were not harsh, there was a certain tone to the silvery coyote's voice. She had her unruly children, and she did not wish for this red-eyed one to go astray in the way of his half-uncles Vitium and Andrezej. For that, she must foster and encourage respect in him, yet she knew forcing it would do no good. He was too old for those sorts of games.
He spoke of a place the silver-shaded hybrid was unfamiliar with. She had looked at a world map perhaps once or twice in her long lifetime, and she remembered almost none of it—she had been lost so far away from here on the west coast, and it was only by virtue of a canine who had seen her homeland that she was even able to make it back. “Where is Egypt? Tell me about it,” she inquired, curious to know of the canine's homeland. “And your mother? She tends to Samael now?” the scarred woman asked. She was made of questions, which was rather unusual—except that where her grandchildren were concerned, there was nothing but curiosity. Where was this exotic place that had spawned them?
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He would murder his father and devour his heart. If there was any demonic power to be had within his soul than Mkhai would steal it for his own gain. If not, then he’d simply be ridding the world of yet another useless creature. The thought excited him, sending a fiery fever into his eyes and his tongue to slink across his dagger-like fangs. But he would reveal none of this to Kaena. He assumed that she cared enough for her son for she’d so readily asked after his whereabouts when they’d first met, and he doubted that his desires would impress her in regards to the golden-furred beast. The interest shown within his grandmother piqued his own, unable to help falling into her trap as it’d been so cleverly deployed, appealing right to the arrogance and selfishness of all living creatures whether they wished to admit it or not. He knew he’d have to hold himself in check before his mouth became a babbling brook, spilling all of the useless contents of his soul that needed to be locked away.
He must clear his mind and revel in clarity, revealing only what needed to be revealed and nothing more. He must control himself and hold ultimate power over himself if he was to learn to overpower and manipulate others. This would be his first test as she pried into his soul, seeking control through her own desire for information and affection on his part. “Across the ocean,” he said, answering slowly with careful pause as he measured his words. “We had to take a ship when we arrived here. It’s a long journey—perhaps about a month or so?” he said, thinking back on what he remembered of the world. He’d studied maps as he’d studied history, tearing through the libraries housed within Alexandria. Once, many, many years ago when humans reigned Alexandria had housed a great library as well as a magnificent lighthouse, but they’d been lost over the course of time. The city had been founded by a great king that had nearly ruled the entire world, creating the greatest empire that was never again matched by a single human being.
These things and more he devoured ravenously, adoring information and filling his head with whatever he could. He could point out Egypt on a map, but where he was now was something far vaguer—memory faltered and failed, only just remembering the general part of the world where the ship had been headed to bring him here. Such a thing rked him some, but he wouldn’t dwell on it. “It’s dry there, and windy. Located in the heart of the desert, the river is the only thing that sustains life. My mother met Samael here, though she didn’t come of her own free will. Samael helped her out of the foolish situation she’d gotten herself into, and then she returned home with me and my siblings in her womb. She brought us back here to find him, and when she did I decided to seek out the rest of my family.” To see for myself, his mind added silently, quelling his arrogance at the very last second. She didn’t need to know the darker aspects of his nature. He’d need to put on a kind face and a boyish smile lest she learn what he was truly made of, thus detesting him for the ugliness hidden within.
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The hybrid marveled at the idea that Mkhai and his siblings were from a place as faraway as across the ocean. She nearly laughed aloud at the thought of Lykoi blood spilling over the whole wide world, though in considering it the hybrid found that the idea was certainly palatable; indeed, she liked the sound of a Lykoi-dominant world, though the spirits knew she wouldn't live to see such a thing. The silver-shaded coyote was already old, and she had been lucky to make it this far and see her family spill so far beyond its origin. She listened as Mkhai described his homeland and the story of his birth, which she was glad he had not been spared—this was knowledge that she desired. “I've never seen the desert. I went south once, and I saw the ocean on the other side of this continent,” the coyote said. Prior to that journey, she had never strayed too far from Inferni—it was her homeland, far moreso than the place where she had been born. Kaena could not have navigated there if she had wanted to, it was so far away and forgotten. It had never been home. “I'm glad you decided to come here to see us,” the hybrid ventured. “There's a lot of history in this clan and in your blood, you know.” |
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