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Kaena Lykoi · 12-28-2009, 06:55 AM

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The clouds rolled over the earth, angry dark grays and blacks swirling together over the silver-furred coyote's head. The storm was imminent, and the coyote increased her pace, eager to return to her cave following the border duty she had taken for the afternoon. The Centurion had been neglecting her duties as of late, and it was a nagging sense of guilt that had driven her out of the cave today, leaving Vieira there to do... whatever it was she did while she was alone. The hybrid thought the Quintus might simply be playing with her toys, those clicking interfacing things that had so fascinated the younger canine.

As the coyote cut across the plains the skies opened up, and her hurried trot increased to an all-out run. It was not cold enough for snow, but the rain was freezing cold anyway, and it pelted her and drove her to seek her shelter as quickly as her legs would carry her. The rocky outlines of the caves were visible to the golden-eyed hybrid just ahead, and she ran faster, exploding inside the cave and halting at the entrance, shaking herself off immediately, clearly somewhat disgruntled from the rain. She inhaled, and scented Gabriel. That made her stop being disgruntled and begin being afraid, wondering why he'd been inside her very dwelling. Advancing forward, the hybrid called for the tawny canine sharply. "Viera!"

Vieira Lykoi · 12-28-2009, 11:29 PM

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Vieira was a little flustered over the incident that did not happen all that long ago. Gabriel's presence in the den was sudden and she had not been prepared. There had not been a visitor in the den since her arrival and when he came inside, unannounced and without Kaena's presence, Vieira was a lost. She could not even find it in herself to do anything and she sat in her room quietly and stared at the wall. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and was not able to find an outlet for the overwhelming feeling that locked her in.

Kaena's presence into the den was quick and it shook her, the woman's voice breaking her train of thought and Vieira was up on her feet and into the main quarters of the den. The sound of rain was oblivious to her and Kaena standing there, wet, surprised her. Her golden gaze found the floor quickly. She did not know exactly what is wrong. She had been idly sitting by herself but Gabriel had been here and instead of trying to figure it out, she was quiet and only spoke the woman's name. "Miss Kaena," she murmured to show she was attentive.

Kaena Lykoi · 12-29-2009, 06:29 AM

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The silver-furred coyote was not quite so much angry that Gabriel had been in her den as she wanted to know what the tawny-furred hybrid had obtained from the Quintus as far as information went, and how he'd reacted on learning her relationship to Kaena. The silvery coyote herself was rather panicked, as she had wanted to bring to Gabriel news of Vieira, news of Eris, something, anything—but the few nights prior she'd succeeded in doing nothing but angering the Aquila, dancing around his questions and offering him no real answers to the questions he directed at her. How could she? To do such a thing was to admit supreme weakness, to reveal what Haku had done would lessen her in everyone's eyes. Maybe even cost Kaena her rank, if Gabriel saw such a thing as what had happened to Kaena as that large of a flaw, a weakness.

The tawny canine emerged from the alcove, her pale sandy colored fur clean and dry as compared to Kaena's shaggy, sopping wet coat. She dripped onto the floor without caring, the water falling against the floor and flowing in tiny rivulets down and over the uneven stony floor of the cave. The Quintus spoke her name quietly, one of those answers that somehow infuriated Kaena. She lifted her lip in response, obviously exasperated. She itched to have Optime paws and smack the yellow-eyed canine straight, spin her head right off—Vieira had been here the whole time, Viera knew what the grizzled coyote was so worked up about. The Centurion contained herself, seeing no need to add to the already questionable mark on the wheat-colored canine's face. It had scabbed up and it would heal, and certainly Kaena regretted doing such a thing, but not nearly as much as she regretted what had come later that afternoon. "So, you met Gabriel," the coyote surmised, glaring at Vieira with her single-eyed gaze. "What did you two talk about?" she inquired, her voice acquiring an almost saccharine edge, deceptive as it was sweet, for the hybrid's fangs could have been tipped with poison that moment, she was so on-edge.

Vieira Lykoi · 12-30-2009, 08:21 PM

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Vieira knew what Kaena was upset about but she could not jump ahead of the conversation. She was always waiting for the go ahead, the safe word to explain or do whatever it was that was needed to be done. When Kaena brought up the obvious, the woman flinched and closed her eyes for a moment as she recollected the event. It had shaken the slave and her first impression of the Inferni leader was less than friendly. Her ears flipped back against her head as she considered how to explain, what to say, and what to do in order to avoid punishment.

"He came asking for you," she said and opened her eyes and stared at the ground. "I said you left this morning, but not where you went except for bringing food back for the evening," she said but regretted it because with further investigation, she realized Kaena had not brought anything but it was not a matter for discussion at the moment. "He asked about me and who trained me and... that was all," she said, leaving out the information of her cut because it was not strongly relevant.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-02-2010, 09:32 AM

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The pale-furred canine did not seem to react to the silver-furred canine's anger; there was nothing Vieira ever offered her, nothing that the other canine ever gave freely. It was maddening sometimes to have to interrogate her and rage exploded inside of the silver-furred Centurion even looking at her that moment, knowing she'd have to play twenty questions to get at whatever information she sought. The coyote's teeth itched to taste her blood once more, but she didn't dare do something like that, not after Gabriel had been here so recently. He might still be outside, lurking around the entrance of her cave and listening for that very thing, waiting for the opportune moment to punish Kaena.

The silvery coyote knew that Vieira's existence (and indeed, her own secrecy of the girl's very existence) would get her in trouble. She simply hadn't expected it to happen so quickly—it was as if the grapevine had eyes and ears everywhere, always listening and watching for the slightest interesting thing to blow in from the breeze. The Quintus spoke, offering the silver-furred woman painfully little in the way of what had actually gone on. Then again, she could not know unless she had actually been here—Vieira would never describe Gabriel's tone, his body language, and how he'd reacted to her initially. "That's all?" she demanded, finding an encounter so succinct perfectly appropriate for Gabriel. Still, she had to pressure Vieira and make damn sure there was nothing else.

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Vieira Lykoi · 01-02-2010, 08:21 PM

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The younger woman felt uncomfortable. Her descriptions were not that great, she was not a social creature, and trying to informer her owner of the conversation that went on when she had a hard time with it to begin with was not the easiest thing to do. Kaena took the information she gave and asked if that was all. Vieira's ears fell back against her head slowly and she felt her digits expand against the cave floor. "He was upset," she said, as if warning the other woman for when she saw her son again. The man was not full of butterflies and rainbows and seemed upset about the idea of a slave. Inferni was not as open to it as Eterne had been but Vieira could not change herself.

It was just an option for her.

"He asked about the cut on my face," she said softly. It was not important, really, but if Gabriel asked Kaena about it and a different answer was provided, there would be trouble on her end. The woman almost remained silent but her jaws parted and while fear controlled her, she said: "I said it was an accident." Vieira did not like to lie, especially to those of power, but Kaena was her owner. Between the ruler of Inferni and Kaena, Kaena was who she responded to first. Her allegiance was in her paws. Gabriel was important and Vieira knew this, but Kaena came first and she had to protect her if she could.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-03-2010, 12:05 AM

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The silver-furred hybrid did not need to wonder why Gabriel was upset. His morality was far stronger than her own, which was weak and watery, subject to volatile change whenever it suited the situation best. Perhaps morality was an improper word for the murky and vague sense of right and wrong governing Kaena Lykoi—immorality might suit it better. It disturbed her to think that now Gabriel would be even more upset with her, and that showed on her face in a wild and fearful eye, panic rising in her chest. What could she do to protect herself? The silver-furred coyote knew she could not survive if Gabriel decided to throw her out on her ass. She was no longer young, and certainly, if she was removed from the clan, Vieira would stay, pampered by Rikka and Gabriel in place of their very mother. A stab of wild jealousy shot through her, and it was only the other canine's continued speech, drawing the silver-furred canine's attention immediately, a shot of fear more potent than anything slicing through her at the Quintus's words. The cut? She'd almost forgotten about that, but there it was—a reddish, rust-colored scab on the side of her face, a crescent vaguely in the shape of one of Kaena's teeth.

When Vieira spoke again, the hybrid released a breath she did not even known she was holding back. The Centurion's single eye appeared rather relieved, the anger having been quickly evaporated and replaced by fear, and then the fear destroyed by the sense of relief that flooded her upon realizing that Vieira had not told the truth about that injury. The silver-furred coyote knew that had not been right—it still wasn't, and she still had yet to make it better. Slumping down, appearing utterly drained and burned in a vast and wild swing from the energetic and practically aflame coyote that had exploded in the doorway moments before, the silver-furred hybrid looked at Vieira with defeat in her single eye. "It was an accident," she said feebly, knowing that was not true. She had intended to strike Vieira—that was certain. "I'm sorry," she added, sounding more assured of herself in that second sentence than she had in the first.

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Vieira Lykoi · 01-03-2010, 12:21 AM

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There was a sudden change in the woman before her and Vieira felt odd. Kaena looked defeated, something she had yet to really see but she supposed it was not really out of the ordinary. She had seen the woman go from angry, in the moment of punishment, to soft that called her to sleep in the same bed with minimal touch. Her jaw tightened and she expected another change, some form of punishment (regardless of her actually doing anything) because she was upset. The apology was out of place, even, and it was odd to see Kaena bend to someone else almost like Vieira bent to the elderly woman. Vieira had little idea of the ranks in a pack but did not question it.

She almost told her not to apologize to her but she did not find the words or voice to actually speak. Instead, she stepped forward slowly and carefully, and inhaled the woman's scent. Vieira waited only a moment before she reached out and let her tongue touch the wet fur of the woman. It was not anything affectionate or loving in any sort but instead an effort to clean her up. It was often times something her former owners had her do and it was just instinct to dry her off from the rain that beat upon her outside.

Her muscles were tense for any lashing the woman might have if her touch was unwanted but her mind had settled back into its true shape after her interrogation. Kaena seemed less violent at this point and she had to follow her training.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-03-2010, 02:16 AM

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The silver-furred hybrid was beginning to crack, coming apart at her very seams. She had held it together somewhat over the past months, but now the stress and the weight of that terrible secret, the horrible thing Haku had done to her, was beginning to show through. She couldn't hold onto it forever, and it had begun to shake something that had remained whole and strong within Kaena. Her moods swung wildly; with the slightest bit of stress she could be shoved in a completely opposite direction as the one she was already moving toward. Her moods spun around faster than a second-hand on a clock, and Kaena was growing dizzy and tired of it.

The other canine took a few tentative steps forward, leaning in toward the grizzled hybrid. Kaena froze, almost fearful of the pale gold coyote as she reached for the scarred face of the Centurion. The silver-furred woman did not know what to expect from the Quintus, and she eyed the other canine warily, surprise and relief taking over her facial features as the other canine's pale pink tongue reached out to lap at Kaena's still-wet face, dewy with the raindrops still pounding the earth outside of the cave. A shiver ran through the hybrid, but she didn't move or speak, merely leaned into the other canine's touch, half-lidding her eye, finding it comforting and strange at once.

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Vieira Lykoi · 01-03-2010, 02:25 AM

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Vieira always worried about Kaena. She worried about anyone who was her owner because of the change in their attitudes in order to hurt her. Her jaw tightened a little and her eyes closed. She only gave a few licks to Kaena's face before she felt uncomfortable and she moved elsewhere. The neck was where she went first but her natural instinct told her not to linger here. A few caresses were given before she moved to Kaena's shoulder and away from the vulnerable area that was her life. Her own neck had been threatened plenty enough to know the submission required of that area and Vieira was not in any place to mess there.

Her tongue did little to dry the woman but it helped. Her head lowered toward the lower part of her torso where the water was dripping. Kaena would dry on her own before Vieira managed to get her half way there but it was the thought. The submission and the act, the fact Vieira was caring so willingly for her owner. Vieira had not figured out the other but at least she could apply some of her previous workings from her past.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-03-2010, 04:06 AM

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It was only when Kaena did not consider Vieira in moral terms—that is, forcibly shoving such thoughts from her head—that the girl's existence, her position within the clan, their relationship, even made sense. When Rikka had confronted her Kaena had begun to crumble, the pale silver-and-gold she-wolf striking tiny holes into her mother's mentality, her belief system surrounding Vieira. It was true—there was no good reason for Kaena to keep Vieira as she was. Even so, the silver-furred hybrid was hesitant to release her. She was a resource, a precious and valuable resource. With her, Kaena simply had less to worry about. She had support, unfailing and unflinching, always ready to do exactly as she was asked.

The dusky grey canine did not need Vieira to survive, true, but it would seem to her that their relationship made both of their lives easier. Vieira no longer had to deal with the abuse dealt out by Eris, Sivaro, and her very own father. Kaena was not that bad to Vieira, and she knew it. Still, it would have been the high ground to simply release her and let her do as she wanted. Still, Kae did not know if the other canine was even capable of surviving on her own. She had always been dependent on others, kept carefully subservient and absolutely reliant on others for her survival. It was a careful balance to keep her that way, and even if Kaena did not release Vieira on her own, eventually her behavior would reveal to the girl that she was more than she seemed, more than a simple tool existing to make others' lives easier.

The other canine's tongue continued on down her neck, with the silvery-gray hybrid enjoying the feeling of being comforted—even if it was not intended as comfort—by the smaller canine. If only the rain or the tongue of another could wash away the pain and the memories, perhaps then Kaena would be better off. Her yellow-golden eye opened and she looked to the other canine still hard at work, a very disconcerting sense of pity washing over the Centurion for her charge.

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Vieira Lykoi · 01-05-2010, 12:45 PM

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Vieira was thankful her touch had not been rejected by her owner; it meant she had done something right and it was one of the first steps in figuring the woman out to know what made her happy and what made her unhappy. It was not often she did things without being told to but in the same sense, if she knew what to do in order to make the other happy, it was an indirect way of an order that would never have to be spoken. Keeping Kaena clean was just the first step. She was wet and soaking the cave floor with the freezing rain and it was not Vieira to be lazy; Kaena did not have to ask to be cleaned or to clean herself on her own.

Her ears fell back against her head when she felt Kaena's eyes on her, having noticed from the corner of her vision the woman's head turned. Her cold nose stroked the elder canine's side to examine the wetness and she realized how little she did. A towel or blanket would have been easier, something she had access to in Eterne, but the woman was limited and she could not stop her job. When water was not dripping from the other on this side is when she pulled back and moved to the other side of her leader, returning to her job and out of Kaena's site until she turned her head back to face her.

"Would you like me to do anything else for you, miss Kaena?" she asked with a broken voice, fighting the worry inside her. The woman had been angry moments ago and it would not be a surprise should she turn back to that. Vieira wanted to do what she could to avoid the wrath of anyone and if Kaena wanted something done, she would do it. After a hesitating moment in wait for an answer, Vieira's pink tongue returned to the woman's side she had yet to start on and drag the water from her dirty fur. [html]

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-07-2010, 04:03 PM

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Normalcy was very slowly returning to the hybrid woman, though it was questionable whether she'd ever return to a hundred percent again. Something within Kaena had changed, and though she did not feel terribly different save for the fog of depression surrounding her these days, there was definite inconsistency between the creature that Kaena was now and the canine she'd been two months ago. Self-hate and doubt clashed with self-hate now, self-blame weighing heavily over the hybrid woman's mind whenever she considered those fateful events that had changed the course of her life. It would have been ironic that something would have altered her so late in her life if she were not caught up in it, living every excruciating moment herself. It was far easier to find comedy and irony outside of one's own life; observing it in others' was almost invariably kinder to the soul.

The pale gold coyote spoke softly, moving back and away from the silver-furred coyote's fur. There was something singing back to better times, the briefest month of Kaena's life when her mother might have actually attempted to be a caretaker to her four daughters, the times she'd been curled up in her own den with her own children with nothing to save and protect them from the world but her own teeth and claws. Being groomed brought these memories to the forefront of the hybrid's subconscious, eliciting a rather deep sense of contentment to soothe over the panic and anxiety that consumed the coyote woman, eating away at her. These moments of comfort were fleeting and few, and at the other canine's question there was a faint smile on the coal lips of the coywolf, shaking her head ever so slightly at the other canine's question. "No. You're very good to me," the Centurion responded.

She stepped back a bit, shaking her head ever so slightly. It was not that she did not wish for Vieira to clean her; indeed, the silver-furred hybrid had enjoyed it quite a bit. However, she was soaked, and it might take the smaller canine quite a long time before Kaena was completely clean, and it seemed almost tedious to ask her to undertake such a task. Instead, the ashen-hued coyote reached forward with her own nose, offering a brief, almost awkward nuzzle to the side of her face. It was over in an instant, and the Centurion seemed to straighten up afterward, though it was unclear whether it was for her own embarrassment or simply that the other canine's presence had calmed her. Still, the coyote seemed to have made vast improvement since she'd come home, as if the other canine's existence in and of itself was enough to comfort her. "You came around at a pretty strange time in my life," the hybrid said quietly, shaking her head slowly. This was as close as she had come to admitting her own problems with the smaller coyote thus far, and it felt almost safe to talk to Vieira about it. She wouldn't share Kaena's inner thoughts and private details; she wouldn't question Kaena unnecessarily, driving too deep at the more sensitive parts of the hybrid.

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Vieira Lykoi · 01-07-2010, 09:48 PM

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Vieira pulled back slowly when Kaena spoke and she could not help but wag her tail behind her. It was short and not very enthusiastic, but it was enough to show her thanks for the praise. The slave had been able to calm Kaena down from her answer and prevent herself getting hurt and if she could keep things calm, it would be good for all of them. For a while, she had been able to please Astaroth and keep him at bay with his abuse and violence. Sometimes it was inevitable and he was just too angry to avoid, regardless of her actions of having done something or not. She had not been able to do the same with Sivaro and her time with Eris was short and far between under her rule.

She was able to step forward and continue her work when Kaena stepped away from her, shook, and spoke again. Her ears swiveled to the top of his head slowly in a curious thought. Her jaw tightened and resisted the urge to ask, but the elder's voice sounded a little suggestive and wanting to be asked. "How do you mean, miss Kaena?" the woman asked quietly and her ears fell back against her head as if she were not meant to ask. Her head rested below her shoulders and her knees bent slightly. Her former owners had not liked being spoken to often and especially did not like being asked questions of other things. Over the last few weeks, Vieira had begun to pick on Kaena's way of speaking to her and her odds and ends.

Unfortunately, it did not change much. The woman was too scarred to change her ways but she found it possible to slip once in a while. It did not cause the same reaction for her when she had asked about her mother to Astaroth. He was malicious and vulgar the entire time. Vieira regretted asking. Her eyes became half lidded when she thought of this and waited for Kaena's reaction or answer to her question.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-11-2010, 04:41 AM

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The silver-furred coyote peered over her charge once more, her yellow-golden eye taking in the othr canine's appearance. The Quintus appeared to have gained at least a tiny bit of weight since coming here, though that might have just been her coat growing out some to help compensate for the cold extremes in this part of the world. Vieira was a desert-bred coyote, build and intended for survival in the driest and hottest places on earth. The winter here in 'Souls was probably unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and the coyote woman did often worry about the slighter canine and how she handled these temperatures. Maybe if she ever got up the nerve to head to the city again she'd procure some kind of warm garment for the pale gold canine.

The other canine questioned her, something which came as a slight surprise to the silver-furred woman, who was used to Vieira simply remaining still and reacting with her monosyllabic answers. She was a fast learner, though, and Kaena thought that the tawny-furred woman was finally picking up on the behaviors that Kaena preferred to see rather than the preferences of her prior owners. Despite having brought the issue up herself, the coyote stalled just a bit—she still was not absolutely comfortable telling the world what Haku had done to her, though she trusted the smaller canine to a degree that she trusted few others. Vieira's loyalties were with Kaena, whether or not the faded-gold coyote liked it or not.

"Well... before you showed up, a few weeks before that... I got hurt pretty badly, I guess," the hybrid said, struggling for words. Vieira had no idea what Kaena had looked like before the rape and she had no idea that what Kae spoke of were hardly physical wounds, but the mental and emotional ones that Haku had left on her innards. He hadn't done anything save reopen the scar on her shoulder, but by the time she'd emerged from her self-imposed hermit's life, that had healed back up again and there was no longer any evidence of the chocolate-furred wolf's attack on her.

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Vieira focused on Kaena's damp fur, satisfied it was no longer dripping but there was a collected puddle on the floor. There was a hand towel near the front of the cave she could retrieve in order to mop it up when the woman was done speaking. For a moment, it was on the puddle as Kaena stepped away and faced her to speak and Vieira slowly sat down in a dry spot nearby. Her tail curled around her petite form. Vieira noticed she gained a little weight but she felt back to normal and did not think she would get much bigger. Her coat might thicken a little more but not by much and it would not until a few more winters when her body adjusted to the new climate. It was an entirely different world up in Inferni, culturally and worldly. The place did not take as well to a slave as Eterne might have, cold against her just as the weather which was colder than she was used to.

Kaena spoke in a voice that was different, a voice she did not recognize, and Vieira had to look up in order to confirm it was her owner speaking. It was softer and withdraw and it caused her to look a little too long for her comfort and when she realized it, she shot her golden eyes away in the instant she noticed. She held her breath and listened the last few words and considered them. Vieira did not know how to take it just yet. Kaena had been hurt. There were many things this could mean but she knew, with that tone, it was far from falling on the ground and hurting your wrist or ankle. It was a tone that meant more and that there was a second party that had been involved. Her golden eyes narrowed on the ground and focused on a separated puddle of water, smaller than the large gathering at her feet.

Vieira had been abused so much that her tone did not often change. It was hard against her psyche and damaging to her personality, but it had been driven into her mind that she deserved and needed it when she knew in the back of her head she did not want it. That was the only thing that had not been beaten out of her. Kaena was different. She had authority and someone had taken that away from her just as they had taken away what little self control Vieira had as a child. Vieira could have been different, she imagined, but it was a world her mind could not grasp and she could also not grasp Kaena being any different than she was: unpredictable. The woman did not know her previous life or anything about her past that would give her a hint she was any different prior the rape.

"I'm sorry," the woman whispered, at her own loss for words. She did not know how to feel and therefore did not know what to say. She did not know exactly what her owner was talking about and pressing deeper into the woman's mind was against what the slave did and left it wherever Kaena chose to leave it.[html]

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 09:47 PM

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Kaena did not know whether to tell Vieira in depth what had occurred; part of her yearned to spill every sordid detail to someone. She had told Halo, but the young woman had reacted in a strange and unexpected way—there was far too much hurt on the cinnamon furred woman's face, in her body language. The coyote had yet to realize just how strange and yet familiar that was; perhaps it was another puzzle she would ponder but never manage to piece together. There were many of those in her life.

The hybrid watched the smaller canine, her own voice strangled for the moment, caught in her chest. There was a strange sense of panic coming over her; she felt that she could not breathe. Her face remained rather calm, though her golden-yellow eye certainly revealed some amount of discomfort. The cave seemed to swell around her and draw near to her again, and it might have been several long minutes before she was able to calm herself into speech again. The other canine's words rang out on her ears, echoing in the emptiness of the cave.

"I'm sorry, too," the hybrid said. She thought of what she'd done to this canine here; Vieira had never known true pleasure, and what the hybrid had done was a false, flimsy imitation of it. There was no pleasure when it was unwanted, non-consensual. The silver-furred coyote winced at this her head lowering a fair bit, her ears folded back. "It was not an attack to cause injury," the hybrid clarified, thinking her vague speech had cost her the one chance she did have to elaborate. Maybe speaking on it would help, maybe not. "Like... Sivaro, or Astaroth," she said, grasping weakly for the right way to phrase it. To come outright with it seemed impossible to Kaena.

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Kaena seemed to be awkward as she tried to explain. Vieira did not know how to take it. She could not read the mind of the woman sitting near her and she was left on the dark cold world outside Kaena's mind. It was not until a moment later she finally started to explain, that her attack was much more than it seemed. Vieira's golden eyes lifted slightly but did not quite make it to her face. She looked the woman over but still felt as if there was a world of difference between them. Kaena had been raped. Her ears fell back against her head in consideration and wondered what she had been like before this all happened.

Vieira's first time had shaken her. She had barely turned seven months old, she still had a bit of youth left in her, but it was driven out of her body when Sivaro took control of her. And then, a month later, her own father and master. It became clear of her purpose and then her eyes closed, trying to figure the flashbacks out of her head. Vieira's jaw opened to apologized but she did not, remembering she did only a moment ago. Instead, she slowly nodded her understanding. Vieira did not ask for details, knowing she would easily put herself in such a position and pull back any of the times any of the men in her life had taken her when she never wanted it.

Unfortunately, Vieira never objected and took what was given to her. She quickly learned that resisting had only caused more pain than she was already going to endure. To her, Kaena was strong and dominating and everything Vieira was not. Everything Vieira needed to feel safe and comfort, even if she ran the risk of being punished and abused. In her line of work, the woman knew it was bound to happen at some point but Vieira knew no other way of life. If Kaena was showing weakness, the coyote did not know what to do with it and she remained silent to find out more information or Kaena shutting her off. [html]

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-17-2010, 01:48 AM

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It was difficult, to say the least, for Kaena to unearth these feelings. Still, she felt she needed to let them escape somehow, or otherwise they were liable to swallow her up whole. She had told Gabriel, but Gabriel was good for inflicting vengeance. Gabriel and Samael would fight for mother's vengeance, but she did not think either of them would stand for hearing the details of her attack. They would not want to, and Kaena would not force them to. Vieira was hers, however. She owned this canine, and whether or not the pale coyote wanted to hear the sordid details of Kaena's attack or not she had to stand there.

The hybrid did not count on one thing; the other canine was not required to give her sympathy. Kaena would have done anything to hear a kind voice, to have a strong woman tell her that it was alright and not her fault. Kaena sought strength in the wrong place; Vieira would seem to have none to spare. "It screwed with my head," the hybrid continued, still uncertain if Vieira even knew what the hell she was talking about—sublety was not a language Kaena was well-versed in, and the hybrid woman was far more used to simply diving straight at the subject. Bluntness was the hybrid's preferred method of communication. "My half-brother, too. When I was a kid," she said, this muttered even more quietly than the rest. It was one of the coyote woman's deeper secrets, kept hidden from the rest of the world for a long time.

"I didn't want it to ever happen again after Kairo, but Haku happened to me instead," she said, shivering visibly with the mention of those two terrible names in the same sentence. It was cathartic nonetheless, and as a wave of misery and pain wracked the coyote, she felt a sort of strange relief replace those feelings. It was impossible to understand, stranger to experience. She smiled weakly at the other coyote, and tilted her head to the side slightly. "You understand?" she asked. Vieira had gone through something, though their experiences were hardly comparable. Viei had suffered long-term abuse; Kaena had been raped twice. It was difficult to say one was worse than another, for personal tragedy was always largest in the sufferer's eyes.

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Perhaps her lack of sympathy was the fact no one shared it with her. No one cared about her enough to try and stop what she was forced to become. She never once was asked to be taken away from her mother, to be controlled and raped by her father for one purpose and one purpose only. And it was a purpose she could not fulfill that led him to be angry with her, to hurt her because she could not carry his children. She took it every time, every hit and every punishment and every touch anyone ever gave her and she could not say anything about it, she could not complain or express her troubles. Not even now when Kaena was opening up to her.

Kaena was her own woman. She was independent and something had been taken from her against her will. Her golden eyes focused on the others feet and she tried to find something to say while she spoke. "Yes, ma'am," she said quietly, long lived defeat in her voice. "I'm sorry," she added as an afterthought. Vieira was at the woman's disposal and perhaps that was another reason. She could make Kaena feel better in anyway asked to, perhaps in ways performed on her but it was not like her to suggest them. Sometimes they would hit her when they felt awful until the purpose was over, regardless of how obedient she was. Until they were happy, she was not.

Vieira found sadness in this moment and her eyes watered, finding it in herself to empathize. If she thought enough of her own history, comparing Kaena's story to her own and imagining what it was like, it was there. Kaena did not want it to happen to her ever again and that was something Vieira could relate to. She did not want to have to worry about someone over her shoulder, whether or not that would touch her but it was there. Even in the presence of Kaena, it loomed over her head. Physical pleasure had long since been ruined and now it was something she dreaded on a daily basis.

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