Everything was wrong. Crimson eyes, stolen from a mother she had condemned to the gallows, swept the lands of Inferni for a familiar face. Father, Aquila, God. Gabriel de le Poer had become a target of enraged hunting. Gabriel de le Poer had caused a loving sister to assault her only true brother. The blame was easily placed upon him, though he hadn't orchestrated such a thing. His daughter simply needed the scapegoat.

The hybrid Aquila's scent was everywhere, making the task of locating him more difficult than it should have been. The anger that clouded her judgement didn't help the matter. Her feet carried her from Ezekiel's home to search the den of the man himself before quick decision brought her to the beach; her intention had been a quick drowning of herself, to lessen whatever future pain she knew she would bring her family. Instead, she found her destination.

"What have you done?" Seething, a red gaze narrowed upon the doggish form of the Aquila. In the moments it took her to sprint from her brother to the shore, alongside the thoughts that a watery grave would suit her, she had found an irrational realization to the presence of the two siblings spoken of before. One boy and one girl. A prince and a princess. Replacements for grown children she was so sure he couldn't love. Children of a traitor, and traitors in their own right.

A familiar itch started at the base of her skull as she glared toward the father she hadn't been raised by. It never occurred to her that Gabriel didn't understand what was wrong, or what had happened. He had ruined something she'd tried so hard to save. After the assault in her youth, she'd needed something to remain a solid creature, and the fantasy she'd wrapped herself up in was gone. Destroyed by news her brother brought. Never before had she felt such a surge of hatred as it flooded ruby eyes.

How could he?

"How...how could you replace mother with...with THEM? How could you?!" she screamed, tears flowing freely across the russet surface of her face. The betrayal went as deep as the marrow of her bones, and all signs pointed back to the de le Poer man. "You have us, why would you need them? WHY." She demanded an answer, but gave no clues as to what. Childishly, she coiled auburn curls about her hand, pacing the beach with brisk steps. The fact that Gabriel may not have realized what exactly she was speaking on didn't factor into her thoughts. In the fantasy world she had fabricated for her own sanity, Gabriel knew everything.

He was oblivious, and it only served to fuel searing anger further; treating Gabriel as she was had never happened before and, though she realized it was wholly wrong, she couldn't seem to stop herself once it started. Years of bitter resentment toward the older male flooded forward, each pushed her toward an unstable precipice, ready to toss her into turbulent waters of hysteria. The all-too-familiar itch worked its way down her spine as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"Don't pretend like you don't know!"

The world lost color as the tightness in her chest pushed out into the rest of her body. Muscles contracted, and a body that once stood upon two legs spread onto four. A change of shape was never so difficult to the russet princess as it had been in that moment, and thick jaws released a snarl housing physical pain as well as her emotional distress. Her body wasn't the body of a petite and doggish coyote, but the burly form of something else.

Coherent thoughts passed through her mind, but she found herself unable to voice them as her eyes settled once more on the scarred body of her father. Heavy paws carried her closer with staggered steps, gaze narrowing and mind clearing. All of her irrational realizations came forward. "Ezekiel told me. About her. The...dog." She couldn't remember the name he had used, something seasonal. The only key she had to the identity of the whore was her pack, which resided on the coast and filled itself with primarily domesticated canines, or hybrids of such a thing. A tic caused her head to jerk sideways, only briefly, as lips raised to bare sharp eggshell teeth. "You replaced mother with that."

He started to circle, to keep a distance between her own volatile form and his larger doggish body. She could never, in a normal circumstance, harm her father. He was all that was important, and headed their family in the best way she could imagine. But that moment was not a normal circumstance. Each second that passed where he didn't speak left her more firm in her beliefs of the moment. He didn't want them, and he would replace her devotion with some other creature.

It all seemed to click in the skull of the Aquila, and he spoke evenly as if addressing some puppy. She couldn't find time to take offense in the tone; she wasn't a child to be coddled or pushed. She was her own woman. But there were far more important things to address than how he spoke to her, lodged within his words. He was right. Faolin Mogotsi had left them. He hadn't cast her out, she had simply turned her back on her man and her children without second thought.

Faolin had started the chain that left her daughter enraged at facts about her father that she could have happily went on ignoring.

She was not being replaced, or so he claimed, by the children of the dog-whore or the others. The others. Black-rimmed ears twisted at the words. The others. Others? Again, her lungs closed and chest ached. It wasn't the first time he'd ruined their tentative family structure with filth, but she hadn't been aware of this other batch. "Others. You...they're outsiders! You're too generous with what we are, to give yourself to them!" The fur at her scruff raised, small voice in the back of her head pushing her to teach him a lesson for his acts. Of course, she would have known better otherwise. She was no match for the monster she claimed as a father.

Muscles tensed in her limbs and pushed her forward, lunging at him in a furious rage. Attack seemed right, and it started without conscious judgment from the woman within.

She had not expected her attack to land, knowing full well that she was untrained and therefor at a disadvantage. Gabriel moved to the side, twisting away, and though she expected retaliation, there came none. He was being lenient, perhaps because it was his daughter, or perhaps because she was one of his clan. No firm paw came to shut her up. Instead, he allowed her to continue, fueling her thought with his own barked words. Another furious snarl tore through a cream muzzle, crimson eyes filling with blood that coursed through the veins of both participants in the futile argument.

"Your child? Yours?! You never raised us like you should have! Even when I came back to you, you did nothing for me!" It wasn't true; in the vague memories of her childhood, she could remember Gabriel watching a young girl as she pounced invisible buffalo, calling her a princess. He had made her what she was, for all purposes of blame, and she was proud to be the daughter of the Aquila. Except at that moment, when she felt such loathing for the male who stood before her, she was proud of who she was.

An unsettling, fugacious thought entered her mind, and she couldn't help but wish she'd stayed away.

"Neither of you did anything for us. You sent us away, and she couldn't keep me away. And then they let Ezekiel follow me. You should have done more to keep him here! And now...do you not think before you do things, Gabriel?!" Ragged inhales filled her chest with air, and furious exhales expelled it as she attempted to control what little sanity she had retained. It was clear he didn't think, but she could not say she often thought about the consequences of actions until after they had made themselves known. Still, it did not lessen her anger.

She paced, a tic jerking her head to the side while she tried to avoid another unnecessary attempted attack on the Aquila. "Foolish wanton desires leave others without a father who wouldn't love them anyways, and ruins our family, and you think it's perfectly acceptable. It's not okay. They shouldn't exist, and now there's one over-sized mess that I can't do anything to fix because Ezekiel would hate me if I tried to clean it up." Anger failed to flood her words, instead giving way to pathetic distress. He had defended them, and she wondered if he had also found something to replace her. She had fallen to be the one missing piece of a much greater puzzle that didn't truly need her in order to express the image. Killing the children would get her nowhere, except perhaps lost to the brother she relied so heavily upon.

The Lykoi's brawny body twisted into discomfort, her face pressing against the ground. A low whine escaped into the air. She ached, and sickness fell onto her more heavily than before as she realized there really was nothing she was capable of doing. As a darkness fell over her features, words passed through her mouth mechanically, reciting the only prayer she had managed to learn properly without reading. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven." A deep breath paused her, pressing her face more firmly in the ground. "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

As the final words left her, she started from the beginning, body curling into a small lump against the ground.

He spoke over her words and slowly she went silent, listening as he berated her own actions in the past. She had been made to suffer for going against his wishes. God was angry, though whether it was at him or her she wasn't sure, and she had known before that moment that He was angry. It seemed Gabriel was angry as well. Her words on ridding the world of undesired spawn brought dark response from the battle-worn Aquila. She risked her home by thinking such a thing. Oddly, she cared little if Inferni shunned her for murder. She wouldn't harm the bastard pups purely because Ezekiel's love rested on her ability to accept them, or so she believed.

Her mother's bloodline was at fault, that seemed to be clear. Was she like Faolin or Asphyxia? Had she taken it upon herself, without conscious judgement, to follow in the footsteps of filth? Though she refused to acknowledge her mother as family, or any part of the red-eyed coyote Massacres, it still ran through her. She could not erase the past, as much as she wished to. Her ears pulled back against her head, unable to offer defense on behalf of herself. Gabriel was Aquila, and Gabriel was her father, and father was always right to the mind of his dark daughter.

As he continued his stern speech, she managed to pull herself from the sand, hateful stare focused on the sand beneath her feet. It wasn't hatred for her father that she felt, but for herself; of course she had started such problems, for she was just like her mother. It was so clear to the mind of the Lykoi woman, who did not get to live the same life of comfortable integration as Ezekiel or Gabriel. She had left, just like Faolin, and deserved the same punishments as the red-furred Mogotsi.

No apologies came forth as his final words seeped into her skull. "But they are parts of you, and I do not believe you can play father to us all. You already love me so little, and though I do not deserve it, I can't help but believe they will take the last of you from me." Her body moved backwards, away from the doggish Aquila, as she tried to find a way out. "I can't...be here right now. Don't...let Ezekiel worry," she mumbled, taking staggered steps away from the beach. Crimson eyes settled one last time upon the tan body of her father before the halfling hurtled into the lands of her family, unable to remain within the borders, and hoping her brother would not follow again.