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The silvery hybrid trotted quickly, her ears absolutely tuned to the forest around her. Her nose twitched with each inhale of her breath, sorting the scents and deciding each was old. The hybrid was in desperate need of solitude, but the absolute last thing she wanted was another encounter like the last time she'd sought solitude. No, nothing like that would ever do. So, she kept her wits about her, and she listened carefully for the sound of any foreign approach as she headed for the coast. The hybrid wanted to be alone and aloof from the whole rest of the world, left alone to ruminate in her own rotten head and her dark thoughts.
The hybrid made the familiar trek through the mountain, her feet carrying her swiftly. By looking at her, one could never tell that Kaena had been used and violated as she had by Haku. The encounter they'd had wasn't the sort that had left a lasting physical impression on the hybrid like the time before. This time, though, the chocolate wolf had done worse to the silvery hybrid, and if anyone could have peered into her head, they would have seen it there—swirling darkness and self-hatred. Oh, she hated herself more than anything for what had happened, it was sadly true.
It was her fault, wasn't it? She'd been stupid enough to wander to the city in the night, sneaking past Dahlian territory with just the faint hope that Haku wouldn't scent and track her. It was her fault for cornering herself in that tiny little room, that dank place which she would avoid like the plague now. It was irrevocably her own damn fault for liking what he'd done to her, going so far as to enjoy it from him—there was no denying that. Inhaling sharply, the hybrid made her way down the familiar path carved into the side of the cliffs, the only safe way down into this private, secluded beach.
The silver-furred coyote reached the sand, padding swiftly to the ocean's edge, peering out over the rolling waves with her single golden eye. There was a pained sort of look on her face, a half-twisted snarl that showed only a fraction of the hurt swirling around inside of her. The hybrid coyote hadn't traveled outside of Inferni since that fateful night, and this was the first venture she'd taken beyond coyote borders since, taking care to head in the exact opposite direction of Dahlia de Mai. No need for a goddamn repeat.
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Haha! So many probelms for both our gals. XD
You might've already seen this before, but I'll explain it anyways to avoid any possible confusion. Cuhlain is a figment of Finn's imagination. She can hear him talking and see him, but no one else can.
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Her head was full of phantoms, so she ran. Her long legs carried her quickly, and though she stumbled on loose rocks or branches, she always regained her balance, moving gracefully despite her near unhinged mental state. Cuhlain followed behind, ghostly as ever, smiling and flashing those pale blue eyes at her. His fangs looked longer than her claws, and his strides were long and easy. What’s the matter, son? Can’t keep up? He said, breezing past her on the trail and trying to cut her off. Finn turned, nearly braining herself on the trunk of a tree.
”I am not your son.” She said through gritted teeth. Her throat was raw and she was dead tired, she had been running for what seemed like hours. Eventually her strength would give out and she would sink into the deepest sleep possible. Right now, dreaming was the last thing she wanted. Darting through the trees at a breakneck pace, Cuhlain snapping at her heels, she almost did not notice the large canine on the path. Finn barrelled down, eyes widening in horror as she realized what was in her way, and leaped sailing over the back of the wolf.
Landing with a bone shaking thud, she turned, regarding the other with wide eyes. ”Hi.” She said, panting and gasping for breath. She heard Cuhlain snort disdainfully. Huh, a coyote. I used to eat those for breakfast.” ”Shut up, shut up!” Finn whispered at him, shuddering. She didn’t want to think about blood right now, or bones, or bodies. She just wanted rest or peace of mind or death. Whichever came first. Against all better judgement, knowing full well that it might be easier to just turn and keep running, Finn summoned up a smile from the reserves she had kept locked tight within her souls.
It was a sad smile, a weary smile, and entirely too jaded. But it was been the first one in days, and already she felt a little better. As the terror began to abate, Finn's curiosity grew. This coyote was scarred, just like her. She looked to be a fine warrior, and the grey she-wolf could never not appreciate that. The hatred her father had felt for coyotes had not transferred itself to Finn, and despite Cuhlain’s muttered insults, she found herself relaxing. She sat, and though still alert, did not find the need to glance over her shoulder every couple seconds. ”Rough day.” She explained weakly, the smile growing a little wider.
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[html]  Oh! I have indeed, but I thought he was a literal family member. :3
The silvery canine was lost in her own thoughts, contemplating what had happened to her. It was as if her head was stuck on an infinite loop; for the past few weeks he was all she could think about, what had happened was all she could think about—the silvery canine could hardly get her thoughts elsewhere. The only respite she had was being fucked up—drinking on Halloween with the rest of Inferni had worked, that had worked wonderfully. Kaena could hardly even remember that night. All that meant was one less night she had to spend thinking about Haku Soul, one less night she had to replay their terrible encounter over in her head again.
The silver-furred woman hardly had time to react before she heard the charge, thundering toward her, and it was all she could do to hit the dirt, flat on her belly immediately. Her hackles were raised instantly, both fright and anger filling her in a moment. Her head snapped to attention, brilliant yellow-gold eye staring viciously toward the female, who had halted and turned back to the lead-furred hybrid, who had straightened up by then, glaring daggers at the other woman. It was the scars that first struck Kaena, there were so many of them—this midnight-colored wolf competed with the coyote herself in terms of batteredness, and that was a rather rare thing for the Centurion to encounter.
Grunting, she shrugged her shoulders, turning her angled face back to the ocean, regaining her stoic look. "Rough life, more like it," the hybrid corrected, and though it was hardly a gentle correction, there was just a hint of amusement glinting in the one-eyed hybrid's features. Perhaps it was a desire not to add physical pain to internal misery, but the silvery hybrid didn't seem particularly angry she'd been intruded on; maybe it was just a halfway friendly face that kept the half-breed complacent and still seated.
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Oh, yes he is that too. The real Cuhlain is Finn's father, and he's long dead, but now Finn's imagining that he's back. XD
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”Ah, too true.” Finn said, shrugging her thin shoulders. She peered a little closer at the coyote, noting the red fur along the bridge of her muzzle, and the hawk-like, golden eyes. ”You’d be Kaena, then?” She had heard bits and pieces about the lady from Sofia. From what she had heard, Finn had liked. Those scars weren’t from cowering abuse, but marks of battle. If there was anything Finn loved, it was scars. Cliche, but like notches in a bedpost, Finn’s scars where her entries into the journal of her life. She could trace the past four years by going from scar to scar, starting with a little one on the bottom of her foot, to her missing ear, to the long ones across her back. It was an unbroken timeline of violence.
Not mindless violence, mind you. Finn prided herself on having a clear head even when fin battle, and seldom attacked out of anger. If assaulted, she would fight, if not she would hold her fire until given a cut and dried reason otherwise. It had served her well thus far, as she still could count herself amongst the living. You were always good at killing, I’ll give you that. Even Aegnus had to admit you were better than him. Finn twitched a little, flicking her ear dismissively in Cuhlain’s direction. True as well. Even Aegnus, who looked like the bastard child of a bear and a boar on steroids had been bested by her. It had taken some time, and cost her part of her hearing, but she had done it.
”You look like you have just as many problems as I do!” Finn murmured, raising an eyebrow. The coyote looked haunted, her eyes slightly hollow, reflecting how Finn was feeling. How wonderful, that the two of them, both struggling with ghosts and skeletons in the closet should cross paths. Finn doubted that the female would share her problems readily with a complete stranger, that only happened in badly written stories, but even knowing that others were miserable too made Finn feel a little less like a freak of nature.
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In a halfway normal mood, the silvery hybrid would have been fascinated with the tapestry of scars coating the other female's body. The coyote was interested in wounds and the stories woven behind them. Both of the canines' histories were written in raw and knotty flesh across their bodies; Kaena's scarring over most of her body was not quite as apparent as the midnight-colored woman's, but it was there. Most of her larger scars occurred close to her face, but there were numerous smaller patches of scar tissue, places where the fur grew in oddly—little things that all added up and gave Kaena her grizzled appearance. The hybrid had been granted her first and some of her most prominent scars as a young child; the single marks extending from her eyes to her forehead were granted by her mother when she was hardly able to see and hear.
The silvery hybrid was dully surprised to hear the other canine speak her name. It had been some time since she had been recognized on merit of her appearance alone, and it was the smallest ego boost to the coyote to be so renown, hardly enough to matter in the grand scheme of her mood, but palpable to the Centurion nonetheless, so low had she sunk into the depths of her rotten mood and miserable memories. The lead-furred woman gave a slow nod in response. "That'd be me," the coyote said, sounding far less enthusiastic and egotistical than she usually did when introducing herself. Her single golden eye regarded the other canine sharply as she spoke, and just the tips of her canines showed in a tiny grin. It was not a friendly smile in the least, and her words were just as laced—"Yeah? I've got your kind to thank for most of my problems."
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