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There was something distinctly different about the coyote hybrid as she left the city, stealing away in the very deadest hour of night. Her heart ached and her head split as if cleaved by a tomohawk. Maybe she shouldn't have allowed sex to happen between them, maybe she should have stood valiant to meet the jaws of death as they descended on her—but like any creature, Kaena was desperate for life. There was very little the hybrid would not do to survive, and having sex with Haku had allowed her to live another day. So, was it worth it? The coyote did not know for sure, but the acrid taste in her mouth burning up from her guttural center told her it was not.
At least this time there was no blood; at least he had been better than Kairo. The hybrid woman had not thought that name in some time before tonight, and she was not pleased to draw the parallel. For all ehr violence, the hybrid woman had not been violated in such a way since she was very small, and yes—she'd stopped struggling, she'd lay there and accepted him as any other consensual lover, and yes—she'd even derived pleasure from the moment, but it made it no less harder to think she had been taken not-completely-against-her-will, but partially, and in the eyes of some, even a partial lack of consent was enough to make the entire act atrocious.
The sound of the ocean grew in her ears, and with it the hybrid's pace increased until she was almost running, plunging into the familiar cold of the salt water. October had given the water a frigid chill, and the coyote woman could not suppress a shiver, though it was not entirely due to the cold. His smell was still there, covering her fur and coating her body, and he was still there, still slithering out of her legs in the slowest trickles. The coyote could not help but cry out, clutching at the rough sand beneath the waves with one silvery hand, drawing it over her coat, repeating the process again and again until the gritty stuff had rubbed the very skin beneath her fur was raw and ragged. Still the hints of his smell remained, so still she scrubbed feverishly. Some distant part of herself she thought she had lost cracked open again, spilling out with it weakness, childishness, the things Kairo had instilled in her that she had buried long ago resurfacing with the darkness that had just touched on her very soul.
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MISERY Misery's bones often ached when the weather grew cold and damp. Her bloodline, inbred and weak had made her age perhaps faster than normal for her kind. Her inky pelt had faded to soft white, but the symbol of Chimera on her shoulder was still vibrant and clear. Her eyes, feverish with intensity still blazed the same golden-green color. She was beautiful in a thin, slightly terrible way. A heavy scar climbed from her knee to thigh upon her right leg, and the tattered pants she wore had a hole near the knee that bore the start of the dark scar.
MISERY She had taken off for a walk. Lark, her guardian, son, lifeline would be setting up a camp. There would be a fire waiting for her, he always made sure there was one. The loose shirt she wore warmed her thin bones some, and the walking stick, exquisitely carved with strange symbols and words from the Khalif kept her steady on her thin legs. The air was bitter, and there was a scent carried on it. Something about it was strangely familiar, and she turned to scout the land. A coyote, yes, that was it. Very familiar. An image came to her mind - a beauty with scars and a tattoo. Misery had given her that. Kaena. Her ears perked on her head, twitching about in the mass of her inky black dreadlocks. She was excited - the woman had been fascinating. Now her eyes found her - eyes that were weak with age. She was scrubbing herself in a way that was strange, and Misery's voice, still strong, sharp and commanding rung out in the still air.
"Kaena!"
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The coyote woman was hardly even thinking; her thoughts were simply replaying the night's events over and over in her head again, dissecting each moment and reliving it a hundred times over in the span of a second. Little else filled her head, and it was as if the coyote woman was stuck on looping repeat, maybe for an hour, maybe forever—as strong as Kaena tried to be, the hybrid woman was a fragile creature beneath all of her bravado, her sanity and any lingering semblance of it easily shattered by a fatal moment.
So it was with a blank, dull eye, lacking recognition in the least, that Kaena turned to the old wolf, one of the very few within her age group, one of the very few who remembered the old lands and how it had been there. Her presence had registered, the coyote saw her, looked at her for a moment, listening to her own name, and simply went back to scrubbing, both methodically and frenetically running her sandy hands over her arms, her shoulders, her legs—anywhere her hands could reach, they touched. The scent was still there, maddening and driving her to greater frenzy. Even the sound of her familiar title could not draw her away from this important work.
There was a particularly strong patch of him on her arms, where his hands had grabbed her to hold her at first, and her wickedly sharp claw grazed the area gingerly at first, watching the first bright drops of red well up from her lower arm. The coppery spice of blood filled the air, masking the wolf's scent for the moment, and the hybrid again slashed, this time her claws running deeper into the fleshy part of her upper arm. It was not a suicide attempt or really an attempt to self-harm, for Kaena was smart enough to know to slash the wrists, and in which direction to do it—there was the least chance of survival this way. This was something else entirely, some mechanical notion that had overtaken the hybrid to remove Haku from her physical person by any means necessary.
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MISERY Kaena was scrubbing herself. She could smell that coppery tang in the air - blood. She moved closer, quickening her pace to the point of causing a flare of pain to shoot up and down her bad leg. This would not do. Something had happened to the female - something terrible. Misery remembered Salvaged then, remembered her own blankly terrified reaction. There was no amount of scrubbing to wash away that kind of stain. Sometimes it ran deep, laying within your belly. He had given her Poe and Samhain for that dark night - and in a strange, weird way, her Damian. Her Crimson King, the dark dragon that now burrowed deep within her mind
MISERY"Stop it." Sharp and commanding, she was full of worry. Misery had never been good at dealing with worry. Her normal solution to it was prayer or simply ignoring the problem, but she couldn't quite bring herself to ignore Kaena. She had felt a kinship with the grizzled coy, whether or not the woman felt it back. Her legs were weak, but her arms were quick and strong. She poked the dull, rounded edge of the long walking stick - more a stave then anything - into Kaena's ribcage and pushed until the hybrid fell over. "You can't wash it away." Bitter words, but they rang true.
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[html] More words. They did not register in the Lykoi's head; the only concern in her whole body was removing him from her body. He didn't belong there, she hadn't given him permission, this was Kairo all over again, but instead of a scared, frightened little puppy she was an old woman, grizzled and experienced and she should have been able to goddamn fight him off, but she was scared of him, a fear that had multiplied exponentially over the course of the last night. There was something terribly wrong with him, and for Kaena Lykoi, of all creatures, to think such a thing of another living being, well—that said something.
The hybrid's claws were sharp and precise, cutting through her own familiar flesh. There was pain, but it was not the object of her pursuit, merely a symptom, a side-effect or sorts. She did not seek harm to her own body for the pain itself. The hybrid became aware of a sensation on her chest, sharp and prodding against her ribs, and in a moment she was on her back, staring at the glossy, clear night sky with a wave rolling weakly over half of her body. The hybrid did not move for a minute, but the words had registered this time, slicing through the dim veil that had fallen over the hybrid's mind. Her yellow-gold eye gained a new light, and she sat up slowly, something like a glower tossed in the grizzled woman's direction at first, recognition slowly falling over the hybrid's solo eye.
She was wildly different from the sable woman Kaena remembered, spindly limbs and an age to match her own in her face, and the hybrid marveled for just a moment, her hand almost automatically reaching for the chaos star across her chest. It was there because of the canine before her, and out of respect and some foreign-born wolf instincts, the hybrid's muzzle jerked to the ground, immediately reverent of the presence before her. "Misery," she said, both a name and a clear state of mind for her at the moment. There was nothing else the hybrid could think to say at the moment, though if they had met under any other circumstances the hybrid woman would have been filled with talk, questions, answers—anything worth sharing with a noble, like-minded individual Kaena would have shared it.
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MISERY Kaena had been a proud and wickedly beautiful creature the last time Misery had seen her. She appreciated the scars, appreciated the warrior's body. She looked broken now, it was strange and made her feel a bit unbalanced. It did not suit the coyote woman. She crouched down - the pain in her bad leg was nearly maddening, holding a hand out to Kaena to help her up. "What the hell happened?"" She wanted to beat whatever male -she assumed it was a male, filthy, disgusting animals that most of them were. Kaena's behavior was so similiar to what Misery's had been after Salvaged. She was only guessing - probably wrong, she often was. Perhaps Kaena had murdered someone - but she doubted it. Kaena was the type after murder a good fuck, a good drink, and a good sleep was her reward. Not this blank staring woman who scrubbed her own pelt until blood sprung forth.
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When the hybrid had sat up, the D'Angelo woman settled down where she had been crouching, The coyote almost reached out for her hand again; the silvery woman wanted to seize it and clutch it close like it was the only thing keeping her from being swept away by a wave of hurt. There was a question from the grayed woman, and the silvery coyote could not look her in the face, her head remaining pointed firmly earthward, her sable ears swept back flat against her skull as they had been. "I don't even know," she muttered, not even knowing where to begin, where to classify what had just happened to her. The hybrid had brought it on herself, hadn't she? Stupid, wandering to the city and so close to Dahlia. Her wide berth hadn't been enough; the hunter had found her scent anyway.
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MISERYMisery found kinship in few creatures. She regarded most others with a kind of disgusted numbness - they were unfaithful, unworthy. Kaena simply struck a chord in her. She had tattooed the woman, left her mark. But Kaena had left one on Misery as well. She had a fondness for the coyote woman. The scars, the strength evident in her body, old as it was. She could respect the woman in front of her, and she did, deeply. But it was not the past that needed to be on Misery's mind at the moment. No, she needed to understand what had happened here - and figure out what she could do with it. Someone had hurt Kaena, and they needed to be punished. Misery was the mother, the master of Larkspur now, and he was strong. He had the strength of a creature damn near twice his size. He would make this dirty deed right if she could get to the bottom of it.
MISERYPain was evident in Kaena's posture, and though she had released the woman's hand already,s eh would offer it again. The hand was thin and sharp, the last time she had seen Kaena it had been the color of ink. These days the sin had been washed away from her, leaving only a snowy, and beautiful white. She gently rested her hand on top of Kae's, and was silent for quite a few moments. What could she say? It was terrible to be hurt, and she wished she could make it better. She was still unsure of what happened - and perhaps would never really know the truth. What had helped her? Salvaged had harmed her terribly - he was large and powerful. Misery was a tiny thing, thin and sharp - she rather resembled a coyote in appearance save for the pelt, and it had been the loneliness afterward that had hurt the most.
You can do nothing to help her. She hates our kind, Misery. Damian's voice, so very pessimistic. She couldn't stand that about him sometimes.
"Do you...do you want me to stay the night with you?" Awkward and fumbling, the words were almost shy. Misery was no protection - save for the fact Kaena could outrun her and leave her to whatever was chasing them. That could be helpful, maybe. She wasn't sure what to say, she only wanted to help.
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The pallid wolf stood beside her, again offering touch—Kaena might have shied away from it at any other time, finding the strange-pelted wolf's comforts too close and too friendly, but now it was all Kaena could do to keep from clutching at the other woman, hiding beneath her and screaming and pleading to be kept safe, that puppyishness threatening to well up from inside of her. Regression was a terrible thing sometimes, and in the moments beneath Haku Kaena had seen herself as a yearling again, barely old enough to withstand her half-brother's ravagings.
There was a shaky sigh from the hybrid, and she seemed more composed than she had since... before. It was strange to look back on her own life and see such a divide; then and now. It seemed like eons ago she'd been safe in Inferni, tucked behind the protection of the coyote border; indeed, it seemed like it had been a different canine entirely. "Yes," she answered quickly. "Please," the silvery woman added, turning her single eye toward the paler canine. Kaena didn't know where the hell she'd even ended up; there was just coast and ocean, and it had drawn her to this spot. The thought of heading home was too heavy to bear.
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