You can't be late until you show up
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You can't take me. The hollow throbbing of her head echoed the thoughts dully - a memory of a morning where she had been heading to Inferni, heading to Kaena and a life of happiness they both deserved. The sun had been bright, blinding, beautiful - and they had come. They had followed her. The Dezba tribe - warmongers, beasts larger than even her brother had ever been - had come for her. Awenasa, they claimed, was burnt to the ground and they had to take it's last Meda as sacrifice to their gods. She'd kicked, she'd screamed - but what could she do? She was tiny, she had no real fight in her. But she was clever.

She had been burnt slowly in random places and never enough to bring her death, and that smoldering fur the color of flames was now gone in patches. Her long hair had been ripped out at the temples. Her right arm had been snapped, and around her brilliant emerald green eyes were a series of deep scratches. She'd found one wolf there, their Kestejoo, had taken to her mothering spirit. She'd played the poor omega for a fool, and someday maybe the guilt would get to her. Not now. Maybe not ever. She was just happy to be alive.

The moment that that poor sap had undone the shackles she'd been bound with, she had ran. Broken, bleeding, sobbing half the way, she had dragged her body back to the only place she thought she would be safe. A broken howl was all she could manage - someone would find her, she had faith.
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This post might be wonky. XD And I'm now assuming that at the conclusion of our last thread, Fatin had given an affirmative answer, and then said she had to put some affairs in order/take care of stuff first? Big Grin



    The coyote woman had waited with anxiousness for some time for her lovely red she-wolf to return. It had been many weeks ago, and Kaena's mind had cycled through a thousand possibilities a thousand times. She did not know why the russet goddess had failed to return to her; there was at once anger and fear creeping up Kaena's spine. Two distinct possibilities existed in Kaena's mind—the affairs she had to settle were not as simple as Fatin had predicted, or the possibility of dwelling in the coyote clan was too grotesque for her to bear. The latter was merely disappointing, while the former was downright scary. What could have held her up for so long?



    There had been no doubt in Kaena's mind that they would encounter each other somewhere along the line again, by chance or fate or circumstance, and she did not think their last meeting was the finale of their saga, either way. The hybrid woman had tried her best to push the russet she-wolf from her head once she hadn't come right away, hell—she'd been rather quick to stray one she assumed Fatin had departed from the area for some time. There was boredom, lust, and chance—little else had fueled the coyote woman's tryst with the leader of the hybrid pack. She almost regretted it now, a stab of guilt striking her heart as a familiar voice floated on the wind.



    Then, something else more important caught her nose—blood? Immediately adrenaline shot into the woman's heart and she allowed a soft cry, immediately swerving from her lope around the borders and heading toward the source of the scent with her heart thundering in her chest. Her breath came in a sharp gasp as she found her, battered and broken. The grizzled coyote charged forward, a whine echoing from her throat as she approached as quickly as possible. "Oh, Fatin," the coyote murmured, her ears folding back against her skull. The hybrid woman whined again softly, her eyes roving over the hardly-recognizable, marred she-wolf before her. Still, through the matted fur and fresh wounds, the coyote could see those brilliant eyes, weary and weak, but sparkling with life still.

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Curled on her side, her body wrapped in around itself to protect her if someone else found her before Gabriel or Kaena could, the woman waited. The thrumming in her head of her blood as it raced about, leaking out in some places, pooling in others. She swam. She was tossed out in a sea of pain, sometimes she sank down deep, but sometimes she could pull her head out of the water. She was shaking, biting back low yelps of pain. She wished someone would find her, if so only that she could focus on them and not the pain.

Ask, and ye shall receive.

When Kaena approached her, Fatin rolled slightly so that they could look each other in the eyes. The coyote's ears slicked back and she spoke her name in the softest of whispers. Fatin lifted her good arm, the left still curled at her chest to connect with the Lykoi's cheek. "We'll match now.." She murmured, attempting humor as her fingers traced briefly over the scars nearest to Kaena's brilliant eyes. She winced slightly, the smile that had wound its way onto her face at the sight of her beloved fading some. "I'm s-sorry Kae.." She said and moved herself so that she was sitting up slightly. She hadn't even had the chance to treat herself - all she wanted to do was get home.
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I am horribly slow right now, hooray!



       There was burning rage in the coyote, a fire that had leapt up into her chest and frenzied around her heart, goading a low growl from her pearly throat. Her ears folded back and her russet muzzle found the womans cheek, her tongue reaching out to lick at the patchy fur there. Her searing golden eye was half-lidded and she leaned into the woman's touch, listening to the lovely tones of her voice, battered and exhausted as they sounded. The hybrid woman cracked half a smile at her joke, and reached out to touch the tattered remnants of her russet hair, running her fingers through it for a moment.



       The coyote was surprised as the woman apologized, her blazing golden eye turning in disbelief at the russet wolf, cocking her head to the side. "You have nothing to apologize for," she said, gently, moving her arm behind Fatin to support her as she sat up. The coyote knelt next to her, content to wait and allow her to gather her strength. Everything in Kaena screamed to pick her up and carry her off to the cave this instant and hide her away from the world. She would lay her to rest in bed and run until she found something hot and fleshy to kill, and then she would drag it back to Inferni and Fatin.



       "I'm sorry," she said suddenly, shaking her head. "I should have... when you were gone so long, I should have known something was wrong," the coyote woman said quietly. There was turmoil in her heart, restlessness in the hybrid woman's brain—why would someone want to hurt this gentle, lovely woman? The coyote woman almost choked on the thought. Certainly, whoever had done it hadn't counted on the russet woman's darker half standing behind her, the shadowy creature ready to take vengeance on those who wronged her lovely woman.

Thanks to Akumu for the table!
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ANGRY GABE IS ANGRY


     He had not known that Fatin had intended to return, least of all to Inferni. Gabriel was very much in the dark about the russet woman’s relationship with his mother, and this was indeed how he had spent most of his life. What his family did behind closed doors (or outside of his eyes) was their business. He overlooked Samael’s curious sexual discrepancies. He turned a blind eye to the terrible things that Hybrid did. Were he not to do so, he would know that terrible truth and be responsible for such things. This was not his burden; adults were not his responsibility unless their lives, or Inferni’s livelihood, was threatened.
     That was why when he smelt blood, he began to run. Then he smelled them; Fatin and his mother. No other scents. One of them was hurt, and he doubted it was the latter. Gabriel found his scarred mother cradling the auburn woman, and he froze in his tracks. Fatin was broken, she was covered in scars, burnt, abused. Deep in his chest something began to burn, and soon fire rushed through his blood and set it on fire. His fur stood on end, his face twisted into a gargoyle’s grimace, and as his teeth parted a terrible dragon’s breath barreled from his throat. He could not think of any words. To him, Fatin was a surrogate mother—just as she had been to his son. To see her this way was unforgivable. He did not speak, and his eyes went remarkably hollow. He wanted a name. He wanted a scent. He wanted blood and another skull to display. He could not say this yet, though. The only sound that came from him was that terrible growl, rising like a tsunami from his chest.





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So, who else is stupidly excited to see old Lykoi's back up for adoption? Big Grin


The ginger soft touches of Kaena sent a shiver down her spine. Though pain was laced into each motion, she knew that the woman was doing it out of love; there was no intention to hurt. As such, the healer made no attempts to move away or to stop her. The motions, so familiar, so sweet; they comfort her. Kaena assisted her in sitting up, and she leaned her weight against her love with a soft sigh. "I should have been smarter; the tribe was at war when I left, I should have expected it." But it was all she would say. A time would come when she could find out the truth of what she had been told, or if she was merely taken to enrage her peaceful tribe into fighting.

"Hush." It was a simple, forceful command that no one would be smart enough to use on the Lykoi matron....but then Fatin had never held her intelligence up to the light. "Fate will always make us a way if we can't simply find it." And she was adamant about this. They had found one another here, even after wandering and leaving themselves. She stiffened as she heard the approach - not sure who to expect, not able to not tense after all she'd seen. But it was Gabriel, her archangel. She looked up at him, reading him for all he was in those few seconds - it touched a cord in her heart. It touched something deep and true. She'd always cared for him, loved him like her own; she had become such a part of his family without meaning to do so. "Gabriel..." She tried to say it with a soothing tone, she tried to be strong...but something her voice choked. "I came home." She managed to whisper, and then buried her face into Kaena.



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http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_rain.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; text-align:justify;"> Mememememe. XD I want a Raze-face back. AND AN AHEMAIT-FACE. |: XD



    Through all of the damage across the red wolf's body, the hybrid woman could surely still find her beautiful, for it was not so much her external appearance as it was the fire and light in her soul which made her so attractive. Perhaps it was simply their opposite nature, and certainly it had been dumb luck and shared hatred that had brought them together—Kae wondered if they would have ever even known each other if it was not for Salvaged. In that way, the long-dead wolf had finally provided Kaena with something of use, something to thank him for. It was nothing in comparison to all the wrong he had done her, but still, it was some tiny comfort. As she held the battered woman there, the rage still rumbling low in her chest, she heard the sound of running paws. They approached from deeper in the territory, and the hybrid woman lifted her head in time to see Gabriel arrive. She offered him only the thinnest, briefest half-smile, a forced attempt at happiness to see him. But there was no happy in her soul, just sadness and anger—why would they have done something like this to Fatin?



    The red-she wolf spoke, and Kaena's ears did not lift from her shaggy mane. She knew some of Fatin's history and her past, some of the place from whence she came—but Kaena had only taken interest in these things because they were relative to Fatin. Were it not for her personal investment in these faraway happenings, she would not have cared a lick for the wars of distant tribes. Still, the distance was a good thing. They would not pursue her here, and she would be safe with a clan of coyotes at her back, far safer than anywhere else. She was rooted here just as firmly as the hybrid woman herself now, and the coyote woman felt strange, awkward pity that Jaded Shadows had not been here for Fatin to return to the first time around. The hybrid woman could have easily been in the same spot herself, with nothing and nowhere to her name. Instead, Inferni had remained while all else withered and burned, turning to ash as history marched forward. She did not press or comment, simply held the woman there, intent on listening but never prodding her to continue. There was tiredness in her features, sheer and simple exhaustion that Kaena knew all too well.



    It was the russet woman's faith in fate that made the Lykoi woman smile this time. She could not relate to that adamant belief, but neither would she mock or jeer her lovely for holding it. Besides, it had almost seemed like fate, it had almost seemed as if they were destined to be with each other. Random chance had helped them stumble across each other in the first place. "I could have done something," she said, still sullen that she had not known better than to seek the red wolf out. Fatin spoke to Gabriel, and her damaged head was ticked into Kaena's body, pressed against her fur. There was warmth, and the hybrid woman's arm snaked about the she-wolf's shoulders, hugging her tighter. "You need to rest," she said thickly, almost feverishly. The silvery hybrid could not stand to see her woman in this state. Kaena would bring her to her own cave and put her to rest in her own bed. It was where the red wolf belonged.

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     How peculiar, this feeling. It was cousin and kin to the ones he had known before; when he had found his daughter had been ruined, when he had seen his brother turn on their mother. These things all felt familiar, but they were not the same. Each varied, as one storm does to the next, and each made him this way. Gabriel knew that he was not in the right mind for such tenderness as he saw; and what he saw was blinded by the terrible wounds on the auburn woman. Not once did his eyes leave her, even though they were remarkably hollow.
     Even as his mother took the reigns, Gabriel remained still. That terrible and wicked growl continued in hi throat, and his legs trembled with anticipation. Someone needed to pay for this. Anyone. The first scent he could find. Lowering his head and finally advancing, the shaggy hybrid stuck his head out to the green-eyed wolf, inhaling her scent and searching for any others.

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