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Kaena was drawn to the city. The Citta Umana of the former territories had been almost mystical to the coyote—they were a place of wonder and dreams, where terrible and wonderful things had happened. She had met Ahren there at first, wandering through the streets in a haze of liquor, stumbling upon the church where his mothers' bones rotted to dust on the thin red altar carpet. She had taken his virginity there, and he had almost planted his seed in her, granting her the litter of children who were now edging on four years of age. She thought of that encounter fondly as she passed a church that was not so different, altering her course to head toward it.
The Lykoi mounted the steps quickly, her claws clicking against their marble exterior. They had once been quite shiny, but now age and neglect had worn their sheen down to nothing, and not even the noon sunlight could bring them to glint. Kaena's head wandered to another encounter in the concrete jungle, recalling the creation of Salvaged Eternity as she knew him. She'd introduced him to sex and violence, inadvertantly breathing live into the monster who terrorized Bleeding Souls for years following that fateful night. She'd put a stop to what she'd created, though... well, almost. She had, only she'd continued his line herself, carrying Salvaged's child in her belly with Rachias, Arkham, and Andrezej, pegging her as the outsider the moment she took her first breath.
The church hadn't been opened in years, and unlike the other church, which was only dimly lit at best, this one had gaping holes in its roof, and bright sunlight filtered through, illuminating the church's ruined interior. There was debris in many of the pews, and the altar was ransacked, tipped over and destroyed. There wasn't much else of interest, so Kaena made her way to the side entrance and into the graveyard, thinking perhaps she'd gather a few bones for Inferni's borders. Someone else had to have paint, she figured. She opened a heavy oak door and closed it behind her, finding herself in a graveyard. Most of the stones were old, but she continued deeper into the cemetary, convinced she'd find newer stones (and thus, newer bones) toward its edges.
The Lykoi passed a mausoleum, studying the grimy angel statue near its door as she went. It was covered with a jade green substance, but its innocent face still shone clearly beneath the muck. The hybrid's attention returned to the path before her, and she read gravestones as she passed them, meaningless, strange names passing before her eyes. This was an idea. The Lykoi hated to think of herself as dead, but she was not immortal. It would happen sooner or later—and perhaps a headstone on a knoll in Inferni would ensure she would not be forgotten.
Dying didn't bother Kaena so much as being forgotten did. She itched to carve her name into the earth with fire or blood or ink, whatever she might get her hands on—if she could write, she would. She would write down her family's names, her name, her life story, her family history, Inferni—everything. Being forgotten was worse than dying, the Lykoi decided, as she rounded a bend into a parcel of fresh graves. There was a sort of open mausoleum, with a stone bench between two pillars and several graves in its wall, though the wall appeared to be crumbling in parts and Kaena could see the worn wooden edge of a coffin sticking out.
The Lykoi headed over, stopping to look over the pillars. Vines had grown over them, and in the early summer they were still exploding with flowers, brilliant purple things that smelled of honey and sunshine, thickening the air with their perfume. The hybrid kept moving after a moment, walking over to the wall and placing one of her hands over the cracked part, giving it a push. It gave way beneath her hand, and exposed a gold handle of the coffin. The Optime grabbed ahold of it and pulled hard, sliding the heavy thing along the floor of the grave and into the wall. It buckled outward for a moment, and with a few more hard yanks came through, small pieces of concrete falling around the hybrid's feet.
The coffin hit the floor, and Kaena set to work trying to open it, her claws scrabbling for a hold on the wood until she found the thinnest hold on the edge of it. She pried it apart with her claws, driving them between the lid and the body of the coffin, making a tiny space she progressively widened by driving more of her claws and then her fingers, pulling hard all the while. She breathed hard, and gave a final pull, the lid of the coffin sliding off to reveal the bones beneath. Kaena peered inside, and swung her pack around to the other side of her body, opening it up and placing the skull inside of it. There were a few more bigger bones that she wanted, like the ones from the legs, and a few smaller ones. None of them were good for chewing—the nutritious marrow had dried up years and years ago.
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Since she had wandered that coast and caught that smell, the air was thick with the delicious aroma of her once enemy, once lover. Calling to her, singing out to her louder than any siren's song, the scent of Kaena Lykoi led her somewhere that she hadn't been expecting. A church? Kaena had never seemed to strike her as the religious type, but she knew that times changed people. She'd changed enough, and the Lykoi matron was mostly responsible for some of the biggest changes in the life. Her slow, careful gait brought her inside the door and into the main chamber. She thought that she heard something, and felt that familiar hollow in her stomach warm at the thoughts of finally, finally finding Kaena again.
As quietly as a church mouse did the ember coated wolf slip into the cemetery, her heart pounding with every step that she took. She was certain of it now, certain of the location of the coyote queen and yet, suddenly, her confidence faltered. Fatin Kali, who had long since lost the ability to fear was now unsure how Kaena was going to receive her. In the midst of their love, Fatin had still retained another male in her life, as had Kaena. While those facts should have made the incessant canter of her heart to Kaena's name stop, it did not. Still, her blood was singing for the coyote, and she felt her pulse as dangerously dancing as any time she had stood in the female's quarters. She ducked behind the bust of an angel, her hair curling gently around her shoulders in luxurious waves of burning amber. She was nervous! It almost drew a laugh from the depths of her soul, to think that she should be scared - and scared of what? Mustering up her courage, she decided to just take the chance and if Kaena no longer wanted to share her company, so be it. She wouldn't fight.
She took her time to approach where Kaena was standing, her eyes tracing the coyotes figure even as her back was to her. She smiled, the memories of everything so unlikely and beautiful that they had been flooding back into her mind, as if she hadn't recounted them countless times in their dreams. She still fancied that she could taste her. "Grave robbing is far, far beneath you my dear."
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The hybrid pawed through the mess of bones and decaying fabric indifferently. She had never been weak of the stomach, and neither Death nor his remnants had never bothered her. Revulsion was not an emotion she experienced often—there was little in the ugly way of the world that could shock the seasoned Lykoi. The stale, musty scent of old decay permeated her nose, but she was not bothered by it in the least. When she had taken what she wanted, the Lykoi bent over the coffin again, leaning down and looking at the mess she'd made of the human's bones, regarding what was left of him with a single golden eye. He had died some time ago, she was certain, and maybe even by now his soul was gone.
Looking at the bones made Kaena acutely aware of her own mortality. Before long, she would be bones and dust in the ground, rotting away to nothing and returning to the earth. She had never been religious, and she did not have answers for what lie beyond the light. The ashen hybrid would find out before too long, she figured—she was nearing ten now, and there were not many who lived to be her age, let alone older. Perhaps if she never left Inferni again and walked carefully for the rest of her life—but where was the fun in that? Determined as she was for longevity, she would not alter her ways. It had worked thus far. There was no good goddamn reason to change now.
As her mind wandered, another approached. Her voice rang out, but it did not startle the Lykoi—it was one of the few tones she recognized instantaneously, and it was one that would never frighten or scare her. Her brilliant fire-gold eye shut tightly, and she swallowed hard. Neither Kaena nor Fatin had loved the other enough to dart away from their opposing lives; neither would abandon everything for her counterpart. Kaena had been the Aquila of Inferni, her massive family surrounding her, and Fatin had lived a mirror of her life in Jaded Shadows. Both had kept men, perhaps because they were afraid to admit how they really felt about each other—it was much the same story with Zarah. Kaena had been so goddamn close, so close to becoming her idol's everything, her lover, but she had run away at the drop of a hat, too frightened to say she was finished with the male sex. In her heart, Kaena thought maybe it would always be this way—but there was always that tiny, frenetic hope burning brightly in her chest, just below the blood-red star that proclaimed her a Lykoi.
The coyote turned around slowly, her eye opening again, shining brightly as she gazed on the red wolf, devouring her appearance—if it was possible, she was even more gorgeous than when Kaena had last laid eyes on her. All of her red hair flowed around her head, a flaming halo of brilliant vermilion and copper, the sun glinting golden off of it in parts. At once, all of the old feelings were alive in Kaena again, throbbing in her heart and her head. How could Fatin have ever avowed to love her? She was ugly, both physically and in personality; Kaena was all violence and bravado with a pulsing core of red-hot hate at her core. How could the red wolf—kind, sweet, generous, beautiful Fatin—ever love her again?
There was that sad smile again, the right side of her face almost grimacing as the knotty scar tissue impeded her expression. "Sadly not," she said, though she was sure Fatin knew this. Such was her fate; the red she-wolf was doomed to love the very worst of them, casting her golden light upon only the darkest souls. The Lykoi thought of Salvaged briefly, and wondered if Fatin knew. She walked toward the red wolf, arms outstretched, ceasing to speak for the moment. There were no words for this, and Kaena had not even considered the possibility of rejection from the red she-wolf.
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Everything that they had been through together, from the fights when she was still Salvaged's mate - those had left faint scars on her body, but they had long since had fur cover them - to the passionate culmination of their love on the floor of his den had tied them to one another for life. Since the moment, and she remembered it with clarity as one of two times she had ever seen fear in Kaena's golden eye, that the fabled words of love had been shared between the two women Fatin had known no one else in her heart of hearts. Ravesque, though a friend, had not made her burn the way Kaena did. She had felt something for the male, yes, but nothing so beautiful as the way she felt for Kaena Lykoi. Maybe it took more than simple attraction to truly bond individuals, experiences must be shared and extreme's met. They had fought together, against one another, and all sorts of mixes in between.
When Kaena turned to face her, Fatin's breath caught in her chest and for a moment the woman could only look at the face she had memorized so many times with the light of one who was seeing for the first time. A smile grew on her lips before she was even aware, and she felt her hands burn - so badly did they want to crush Kaena against her, to hold her with as much passion and vigor as they'd ever known. But she wouldn't, couldn't, not yet. Not until she was certain she was wanted. That voice wound its way right into her heart, and it was all over for her. Any chance she'd had of walking away with the thoughts of being 'free' and being 'careless' had gone away. She'd strive for perfection for the Lykoi, and no matter what it took, she'd try and prove her worth to the killing Queen. She shivered, slightly, though the day was warm enough and not even a breeze threatened the peace of the cemetery. "Not when it wasn't you who put them in that grave." She responded, a brow lifting quickly as her tail began to sway. How good it was to hear her voice, to know she was alive and well, thriving as only Kaena could do. When it came down to it, when the world ended, there would be God, Lucifer, and Kaena sitting in a circle - God had owned the heavens, the Devil down below...but Earth. Only one had been capable of dominating it the way she had.
The moment Kaena took the first step, life stopped. Her heart, though pounding like a schoolgirl's in the backseat for the first time, had ceased it's incessant thrumming and time itself froze for them. Fatin was in her arms before she even realized she too had moved closer, and her head fit right into the crook of Kaena's neck as if she'd been made to belong there. A low crooning purr escaped the red wolf's lips and she pressed them faintly to Kaena's neck - she could feel her pulse, feel the life thriving just beneath the flesh. No matter where life had taken them years ago, this was where she knew she ultimately belonged. In the solace of their embrace there was no time for 'I missed you' or 'I love you' - their hearts, and souls, which had once warred were now synchronized as they said everything important to one another.
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Fate had deigned to smile on the monochrome she-wolf that day, and her journey to Halifax had not been for nothing. On the contrary—again the mystic city had provided her with another encounter to add to the books, though these streets were different from the last ones she'd walked. This city was far larger than the last one, and the pulsing veins of magic running beneath its asphalt and broken glass was even more powerful, as it had provided her with another face she thought was lost to her forever. Kaena's brilliant aureate eye roved Fatin's face again, taking in that coppery fur and those brilliant jade eyes. They'd grown shades lighter since Kaena had last looked into them, though they were certainly not the chartreuse shade of Salvaged's.
No matter what happened to them or between them, no matter how long it had been, nothing had changed. Kaena would not have changed anything even if she could have, though—Fatin was peerless, there were none who could compare to her beauty, both her ways and her physical body. She was the sweetest thing, given over to love a creature so below her, one so unsurpassed in viciousness as Kaena. Again Kaena lamented inwardly; it was an impossibility that she would ever equal her love. It was too wild a change, too far a swing from the savage life Kaena had lived for nigh a decade now. But Fatin could placate her; Fatin could control her. That was a power Kaena had never afforded anyone—she recalled the night on the beached so long ago, when she had held Sal's life in her hands, and Fatin had stopped her. The Lykoi knew anyone else would have been ignored, and she would have ended it with him there instead of much later. It was only the russet canine before her who could have spared Sal; she would not have allowed him to live for anyone else. She was not so sure of the second time.
The long distance between them closed, and before the scarred canine could blink, there was warmth—a soft whine brewed in her throat and she laid her head on Fatin's shoulder, her skull cradled by the curly roan hair. Fatin's unmistakable smell crowded her nose, and the Lykoi inhaled it like smoke, smelling the spice and sweetness of her fur and savoring it. The coyote held her forever, her arms wrapped securely around the other woman, her fingers drawing up and down her back, gently rubbing the hard muscle beneath, tracing patterns over her shoulder blades and her spine. Her gray fingers found the curls of her coppery hair, and she stroked though the other woman's hair gently. The hybrid shivered as Fatin's lips found her neck; in a moment Kaena's teeth had seized hold of Fatin's shoulder, those same yellowed canines that had ripped the life from so many holding and nibbling ever so gently on her flesh.
The moment seemed to last forever, and Kaena did not know if it was hours or minutes before she released her woman, holding her back just at half-arm's length to again rove over her with that brilliant eye. Her hands grasped the she-wolf's shoulders, ashen fingers holding her firmly. "Don't think I'm never letting you go again," the coyote whispered, unadulterated joy showing clearly on her face. There was nothing there for Fatin but love, and elation at having been found again.
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I miss the pull of your heart
I could taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Rarely did it seem like the red wolf stumbled into things. Life took her precisely where she was meant to be, and she was extraordinarily grateful for that fact. She never missed out on opportunities that would change her. shape her, make her or break her. Every one of them was valuable, but perhaps none had quite the effect on her that the coyote in her arms did.
When she had first come to the lands of Souls and joined Jaded Shadows, it had been with terror that she had regarded the coyotes of Inferni. They were strange, they were terrifying - nothing like her mother's primarily red wolf and coyote family. These coyotes were powerful, and dangerous. Madness was whispered on the winds that swept their beach, and Fatin learned quickly to avoid them. However, Fatin was a magnet for danger, and the closer that she got to Salvaged Eternity the closer her encounters with the Inferi Coyotes became. Eventually, twice, she did battle with the Queen of Inferni and both times had fallen. It was not with shame though, as she had done her best and tried her hardest - but the core of her being was not a fighter, it was a healer. Perhaps this balance was why she and Kaena were so well met now. Where Kaena was ruthless and cunning with the fighter's skill to do battle, Fatin was wily and sly, preferring to use other skills to win her wars.
Her body shivered with each of the movements of Kaena's digits etching lazzy motions across her being, and she felt her blood burning as her body connected with the sultry female's. A low moan of satisfaction rumbled out from her throat as she felt the teeth close in on her flesh, holding her close and thrumming up all of her nerves. Time had moved far beyond her reasoning - Kaena was so distracting! "How is it that we wasted years hating each other when my heart sings so for you now?" She asked softly, running her hands through the dark hair of the warrior. Kaena admitted that Fatin was now in her grasp and would stay there, and a grin spread widely on her face. "I wouldn't have it any other way." She leaned in, impulsively meeting her lips to the coyote's. There was a faint innocence to the kiss, it was not so feverish as others they had shared - but it still held the promise of the electric passions they had witnessed together. It was like she'd stuck her tail in a socket, she felt the spasm as their lips met run the length of her spine even though it was barely a peck. It was strange how she'd always had that effect on the russet female. She sighed softly, contently, and was beyond thanful that she'd found her way back.
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The coyote had never been much of a believer in fate. She had drifted around and through life without a purpose or a plan, discovering—perhaps too late—that she was meant to foster her blood, to create a new breed of hybrid canine unlike any of its ancestors, vicious and merciless. Inferni was not the weakly connected coyote clan it had once been; the Lykoi blood sang in its veins as surely as it did her own, their histories intertwined and woven around each other. It was something much different now, and though they identified as coyotes, they surely were not purebred anymore.
Still, something had brought her here—if it was not the fingers of fate, spinning their endless web, it was the city itself. Still, years and years after the humans who left its relics died, the city bred life. Here it was, fiery and wonderful in her arms, and it was all Kaena could do to keep from throwing her head back to the sky and screaming, yowling, and howling all at the same time—joy flared in her, bright and feverish elation spreading like a flood through her, exploding in her heart and reaching to her every extremity.
The Lykoi shook her head, just as mystified as the woman before her. "I don't know," she lamented. How could she have touched this woman with intent to hurt, with intent to kill, even? She was unlike anything Kaena had ever encountered before, an anomaly, a unique thing in the world. The coyote had not expected her, but something in Kaena had always known they would find each other again. If not, she would have died expecting Fatin at any moment. Again, the soft tones rang out, but before Kaena could respond, there was a kiss, and the Lykoi melted into it as much as her russet counterpart.
When it was over, the Lykoi shook her head, sighing softly and giving Fatin a long, mysterious look. Like a devil possessed, the Lykoi lifted the red wolf from the ground and spun her around once, laughing all the while. She placed the cinnamon she-wolf gently back down and hugged her tight again, filled suddenly with an aching sense of longing. The red wolf did not smell distinctly of any pack, and Kaena wondered if Jaded Shadows had survived the trek over the mountains, only to crumble when it settled here, or if it had perished before the fire. The Lykoi was not glad for that; the pack had been Fatin's home, filled with her friends and family, and it was gone. But there was one less thing standing in the way of a relationship now, and Kaena's yellow-gold eye roved Fatin's face, alive with fire.
"I love you," she said suddenly, wishing to shout it from the highest vantage point she could find, wanting to sing it to the moon and her children and the whole world. The coyote's scarred face pressed into the cinnamon hair again, inhaling that sweet, unmistakable aroma again. "And I won't ever stop," she murmured into the scarlet curls, her fingers threading through the woman's thick hair and pulling gently through, stopping at the slightest hint of a knot, not wishing to hurt the red wolf.
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There had always been such an innocence in their embrace, something that hinted at the way this was nothing like anything ether woman had encountered before. For Fatin, she had loved women before but Kaena was no mere woman. She was a Goddess, sent straight from the world beyond who had taken it upon herself to love a lowly healer, who had dared to feed the fire that had grown in Fatin's heart. Wildfire. When they came together, it was magic - their was no end to the depths of their love, there was no stopping the things that tied them together. Things, that just as easily should have kept them apart. The wars they had waged against one another, the man that had changed the landscapes of both their lives, the lives they had been tied to when they finally did over come their past - everything should have worked against them, but it only maid the magic run deeper.
They were spinning, Fatin's head tossed back and her laughter merry, it had a childish innocence to it that a woman her age never should have attained. But Kaena brought that out in her. For years, Fatin had lead the dignified life of a leader, a mother, a woman who should have been well past sneaking around with her lover in the dark. But that was part of their charm. They were forbidden, explicitly so. And that only made her want Kaena even more. The fingers weaving their way through her hair put her at ease, and she began to relax into their embrace. It was natural, between them now, they did not have to keep up pretenses of superiority that they might execute with others around. Kaena did not have to be untouchable, and Fatin did not have to care about anything or anyone except them. She could be as selfish as she wanted to, all because they had that right.
"Je t'aime, maintenant et pour toujours. She purred, the rich French of her father's Canadian heritage spilling over. "Nothing could ever change the way I feel for you, and even if something could, I never want it to." She said honestly. There was a time that Kaena had brought fear into her heart, but those days had long since passed. Now, all that Kaena brought into her heart was a myriad of desire and love. Words exchanged between the two were not required, their hearts were pounding against one another, singing a song that neither woman knew the words to. It was something more primal, more basic, more beautiful.
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The coyote inhaled her again deeply, and sighed, resting her muzzle lightly on the red wolf's shoulder as she whispered foreign words. Kaena did not understand the words themselves; she knew only the sparsest sprinkling of some Latin and Greek words from her father, but otherwise nothing in any tongue but her mother tongue. She understood the meaning regardless—it was lucid in her eyes, her features, everything about Fatin told Kaena exactly what the words meant, and the hybrid placed her whole head on the woman's shoulder, her mangled black ear pricking and turning at the sound of her voice again. There was something alive and moving in Kaena, an altogether foreign feeling that she had never experienced before. It was feverish and passionate, racing through her heart and into her head and obscuring all logical thought.
The coyote remained quiet, nuzzling soft the cinnamon and tan fur of the woman's neck, feeling altogether inadequate and prone before the goddess herself. Words like Fatin had did not exist in Kaena; there was no concise way for the hybrid to elaborate on her emotion, but it was there, flaring strongly in her heart. It was a primal, lizard-like feeling creeping through her, the blind instinct of one driven by a single motivation. There was nothing in Kaena but love for the ruddy she-wolf. The single eye in her skull squeezed shut, and she sighed again, whispering very softly to the she-wolf. "Nothing can ever come between us." There was strength in her words, the conviction that was also a promise evident in her tone.
The coyote's nose twitched, and she realized that which had eluded her until that very moment—Fatin was alone. She had no pack, there was no scent of the other wolves embedded in her fur anymore. The smell of Salvaged had long been absent from her fur, but for just a moment Kaena thought she caught the stalest whiff of it, drifting from deep within those red curls. It was gone in an instant, and Kaena brushed it off as true madness, the delusional kind, since she especially knew the demon was almost two years gone, long rotted on soil that had been burnt black now. The hybrid looked at the wolf curiously for a long moment, her russet-splashed muzzle crinkling in confusion.
The itch to ask where the red wolf had been all this time made itself known, and was quickly quelled by the Lykoi matron. It would only lead to more questions about where she had been and what she had done, and it would bring up Eris. Kaena did not know if she could discuss the child of Salvaged with the Kali woman—not without being truthful about her origin, anyway. The coyote hybrid refused to lie to her beloved, but neither did she wish to bring up such a sore, strange topic at this wonderful moment. Instead, the coyote focused on the present, zeroing in on that lonely smell of her solitary lover. "You don't belong to a pack," she pointed out, stating the obvious. Her head had lifted from the cinnamon shoulder, and that eagle's eye peered brightly into the jade green eyes of the woman.
There was fire burning behind the golden rim of her iris, brilliant and red, devouring every other thought in her head. There was nothing else in Kaena's mind at the moment, just that single daring, devious thought that had occurred to her. Doubts flooded her mind. Why would the gentlest of wolves want to live in a wasteland with a bunch of vicious, mangy coyotes? Would Gabriel even allow such a thing? Would she be scorned and disliked? The coyote saw no good goddamn reason why not for the first two questions, and she saw fit to send heads roll if the third case proved true, and the coyotes rejected Fatin. She leaned in close again, their bodies pressing tightly together, her scarred old muzzle drawing nearer to the rusty red ear, the tawny tufts of fur within them just barely brushing her nose. Her voice was barely a whisper, just the tiniest, quietest words the Lykoi had ever uttered. "Come stay with me?" There was no hint of whine in her gravelly voice, but for what felt like the first time, Kaena was pleading. She would have fallen to her knees and begged, if that's what it took. "Be mine," the coyote again whispered, dreaming wildly of life with Fatin. There was was no sadness in her voice, but anxiousness was clear and present. Fatin would not say no to Kaena, but she certainly might refuse to live with the other canines of Inferni. Kae knew the russet she-wolf would not reject her; after all, if Fatin loved the queen of blood and chaos, there wasn't much that could rattle her.
The coyote's head spun with it all, thinking of coming home to a cozy little room in the mansion or even a dusty cave, anything, anywhere—so long as she was there with Fatin. It did not matter if they slept in the most decrepit mausoleum in the cemetery, half-destroyed skeletons leaning from their broken coffins as they slept. The coyote would have taken a stinking sewer or a dank, moist basement for all she cared. Their surroundings mattered little—only the two souls entwined within it were of consequence. Kaena saw them sleeping next to each other, growing older and more tired with each passing day. Kaena saw herself placing a kill before her russet she-wolf's paws, laying it lovingly down for her to eat and sustain herself. She saw one of them heavy with puppies—oh, no. Maybe not that, no; they couldn't do that. She saw happiness, finality—there was a happy ending here, waiting somewhere down the line, and she smiled at Fatin, the smile lighting up that single luminous golden eye.
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Fire and gasoline. That was exactly what they were. Once they connected, they blazed. Every touch from Kaena sparked something deep in Fatin, something that she hadn't known was there lurking on the surface. Connecting with her like this - gods, she had missed it. Their touch lit a fire deep in her heart, and she felt for the first time whole and vibrant for the first time in years. It had been almost two long, cold years alone without her - and nothing had touched Kaena's place in her heart. She hadn't seen anyone in the light that Kaena had been basked in. A rumbling purr escaped out of her throat as Kaena nuzzled into her, she was so happy. Had she even known happiness outside of this embrace? It seemed life and the memories she kept of all she had seen was less vibrant, less real when Kaena was not there. Now though, she blazed.
Mhmmm, came the next low purr as her body curled towards the other woman's body, her breath ragged and her chest heaving as her heart thrummed out an erratic pattern. Kaena, in one way or another, had always made her heart race. "I never stopped loving you." She said quietly, her fingers running a slow circuit along the coyote's back. "I led my family's tribe for almost a year....the pack I founded here fell to shambles when my brother went missing. I actually found a part of my family, and just couldn't let them go. I was desperate to have something to call my own, something to belong to." She grinned ruefully, her fingers lazily moving towards Kaena's scalp. "Since the only one to truly tame my heart was out having adventures of her own." She winked impishly, a playful air about her that she hadn't maintained in the years since the last of her children's birth. While she was mildly teasing, it was the absolute truth. Since she did not have Kaena in her life, she had been looking for something - anything - to feel that belonging sensation. She needed the ownership, the feel of having the steady hand at her side.
Her emerald eyes turned up to the golden gaze of the coyote almost sheepishly - Awenasa's scent had long since faded from her coat in the time she had been traveling, and she hadn't the heart to refound Labyrinth Glen at that moment. The future, perhaps, but for now she had to find out what pieces of her life had survived. "No, my daughter Legacy and my son Merit and I live in a small camp near where my pack was." She felt like she should have done more, as if she should have somethig more important to tell Kaena. Saying she was almost homeless, had no pack and no life to speak of was nearly embarrassing. She was taken aback by Kaena's request, by her statement. Her heart began to pound, and she heard the buzzing of the flames as they licked their way up her spine, settling at her temples. She nervously bit her lip, wondering the same things - would Gabriel let her in? But...she had the blood. She might not have shown it often, but she had the blood. "My mother was half coyote." She whispered quietly, and then a grin spread on her face. She had no reason to say no. Nothing could hold her back. She could have the life she had wanted but could not own. She could have her freedom, she could live her dreams.
"Own me." She whispered darkly, her eyes flashing brilliantly. If Kaena told her to walk into the fires of Hell itself, she would do so with her head held high knowing it would make her Queen happy. Anything and everything for you.
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Their physical proximity gave the Lykoi matron joy, but this was a reunion that was predictable, foreseen, almost. They weren't quite a prophecy, but their attraction to one another was enough to draw the other ever closer. The coyote had never for a moment ceased to care for the reddish she-wolf, and Fatin had been on her mind often in the time that she had been gone. The coyote listened to the woman speak her piece, though she seemed to recall the past with a levity Kaena could not ever hope to imitate. Even through the sad parts, Fatin was smiling. Maybe that was just the gray canine's effect on her.
The coyote leaned into Fatin's touch, and it seemed the she-wolf was almost teasing her for having taken off. Kaena would never have taken offense, however, and there was a rumble of satisfaction in her throat. "I regret ever leaving, darling. Family called me away in the first place, but it turned out to be the wrong part of it," she said, though there was nothing more she added to the subject—the tale of Eris was long, and Fatin would be spared for now. Besides, Kaena didn't want to spoil this moment with the truth of the youth's paternity—surely that would come as something of a shock to the red wolf. Kaena was aware that Fatin knew whatever had called the gray canine away in the first place had been important, otherwise she would not have gone.
The red goddess spoke of her family again, and Kaena vaguely recognized the names. They were Fatin's children, ones Kaena knew only by name. That was reassuring—younger children would have meant she had loved another man in Kaena's absence, and it also meant they would have had to accompany her. The gray canine would not have held anything against Fatin—after all, before this moment they hadn't any kind of monogamy agreement, though they were certainly permanently bound to one another. "What of your children?" she asked, intending to ask where they would go if Fatin were to come home with Kaena. It was a minor concern of Kaena's, but it was likely a major one of Fatin's, and the gray Lykoi matron did not wish to make her lovely woman uncomfortable in any part of this transplant if it could be avoided. Kaena would usher her into Inferni and god help anyone who had a less than stellar reaction to the former leader of Jaded Shadows and Labyrinth Glen living on coyote soil.
The statement regarding her percentage brought a grin to Kaena's face, for she hadn't guessed that part of the Kali woman's heritage before. Usually hybrids were easy to pin for the experienced mixed breed, but it was said that red wolves were hybrids of coyotes and gray wolves to begin with, and their features were similar to ones found in both wolves and coyotes. Even so, if Fatin's mother wasn't a coyote, how could Gabriel refuse her? The former Jaded Shadows leader had been one of Inferni's strongest allies, even if the very same pack bore Kaena's archenemy. She had healed his half-siblings and gone to Storm with them to speak with the alpha, putting her very name and her pack's name at risk for aligning with those damn coyotes—but the leader of Storm had seen their position, and he had acted in a way that pleased Kaena. It was likely that was in large part thanks to Fatin.
"Gabriel rules Inferni now, as you must know. But I doubt he'll turn away your lovely presence, coyote or not," she said, purring her compliments into the warm crook of her lover's neck. Even if Fatin's quarter coyote blood was not enough to earn the russet-furred female a rank, she would at least be welcomed as an outsider, permitted to walk upon Inferni's soil as any other member, and that was the worst case scenario Kaena could foresee. As far as appearances went, the cinnamon she-wolf was just as much a hybrid or a coyote as the rest of Inferni—they were an incredibly mixed bunch, ranging from the ghostly-pale Jael, who could easily pass for a wolf, to the full-blooded coyotes like Giggle. If Kaena had been Aquila, there would have been no question of her place or her home—but the ashen hybrid had given up that honor some time ago, passed it along to her golden son. Rightfully so; Inferni deserved a better leader than Kaena, who was rash and especially cruel. That was not to say that Gabe was all sunshine and merriment, but he was not the madwoman his mother was.
Fatin's words sent a shiver of delight through Kaena, and again she nibbled that rusty-red shoulder, her teeth so gently lighting on the woman's flesh. Her fingers clutched at the woman's sides, her thumbs tracing the delicious sharp curve of her hip bones. "My love," she whispered, emphasizing the possessive part of the sentence. Ecstasy flooded her body, and she nearly shivered. They were perfect for each other—perfect opposites, the best kind of attraction. Kaena was all darkness and pain, and Fatin was light and healing. They complemented each other perfectly, brilliant shades of fire to dulled hues of ash; the destroyer and the aftermath. The coyote leaned backward, her body withdrawing from the ruby wolf's warmth and closeness, one dusky paw grasping hold of the cinnamon wolf's own.
Excitement had swept her up, and it shone across her scarred features and in her single fire-gold eye. She appeared to be aflame, all of her fur standing up and her head held high, the smile lifting at the corners of her black lips even as she turned her head momentarily away from her lover and in the direction of Inferni. It was the first time she had diverted her attention from the goddess of a wolf, and just as quickly she had returned it, not wishing for a second now to miss any moment of time she could spend with the lovely woman. "Let's go now," Kaena insisted, and there was that rare, childish thing showing through. It was impatient and it demanded its satisfaction now; Kaena would have Fatin with her tonight.
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