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- Halo Lykoi - 11-07-2010 [html]
Table by Marit [/html] - Enkiel Lykoi - 11-30-2010 [html] yaaay itachi There was no father figure within Enkiel’s life. Samael had done little more than sire him and his siblings. Their mother had raised them and taught them the truth of their heritage, and Enkiel believed this utterly. It was the only thing that made up for the failure of a father and spineless dam that were his parents. Neither of them carried any value to him anymore. He had learned quickly to recognize power, and knew where it stood. His uncle was the key to power. Enkiel did not himself desire to rule—he had no desire for weak fools to throw themselves at him—but he knew his place. He was meant to stand at the right hand of those who were born to lead. It was not by providence that he should wear a crown. Only a divine hand could determine the destiny of such great men. Enkiel was born to support his king and he intended to do so well. He was traveling in his Optime form, a small and lithe boy with a crop of jet black hair. The large satchel hanging from his shoulder rested easily against his hip, the strap cutting across his chest carrying the bulk of the weight. Winter would destroy most of the wild crops he needed, and he had been gathering them feverishly. He was returning from one such expedition when the duo appeared further down the worn path. Enkiel recognized the woman by sight, but not the boy—yet there was little doubt he was her son. Though not a terribly social creature by nature, he knew better than to ignore them. “Hello,” he called out, slowing his speed to greet them. .enky-falcon .ooc {font-style:italic; } .enky-falcon p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .enky-falcon b {color:#b6c154; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .enky-falcon {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:3px 0px 180px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-familyerif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Halo Lykoi - 12-11-2010 [html]
Table by Marit [/html] - Enkiel Lykoi - 12-11-2010 [html] It was hard to miss the shadow on her face. Enkiel likened it to a terrible sort of recognition, as if his very being was meant to be looked down on. Yet the jackal, ever reptilian, was as still and as empty as ever. He focused his dark eyes on the woman’s face, wondering if the shade was as familiar as he thought it was, yet said nothing. Her voice was not without bite. Without missing a beat, he picked up on her dislike of Sepirah and ran with it. “I am,” he answered. “And no, I do not think that I am much like my sister. She was spoiled for her sex. I was not.” With three brothers, how would the runt of the litter mean anything? Yet he had made it. He had made himself out of nothing and used his own strength—Horus’ strength—to aid him. The boy said nothing further. If she found him worth her time, they would speak. If not, he would leave her be. .enky-falcon .ooc {font-style:italic; } .enky-falcon p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .enky-falcon b {color:#b6c154; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .enky-falcon {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:3px 0px 180px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-familyerif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Halo Lykoi - 12-16-2010 [html]
Table by Marit [/html] - Enkiel Lykoi - 12-18-2010 [html] The four children that Samael had spawned with the jackal woman were as different from each other as they were from their mother and father. He could have said many things about them, but he held his tongue. It did not matter what he thought. Enkiel did not have a need to show his emotions. Only stillness. Only that quiet, observant reptile-gaze. Uncle. She was his sister then? "Enkiel." The jackal’s gaze dropped to the boy, whom he nodded to briefly (the boy seemed to be as disinterested in this conversation as any child would be) before looking up to the red-eyed woman again. Of course he should have recognized her gaze. It was his father’s. “Are you his child from before, then?” He asked, studying her even now. She did not seem fond of his family—perhaps she was not fond of his father either. .enky-falcon .ooc {font-style:italic; } .enky-falcon p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .enky-falcon b {color:#b6c154; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .enky-falcon {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:3px 0px 180px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-familyerif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Halo Lykoi - 12-19-2010 [html]
Table by Marit [/html] - Enkiel Lykoi - 01-06-2011 [html] SSWM: 306
The sandy boy left the adults, and Enkiel noticed the strange expression on his face for only a moment before he was gone. Whatever it was that this woman and her son had (or did not have, as the case was) he showed no sign of sensing such a thing. This too, was his nature. Enkiel was as much a pretender as his sister wished to be. Unlike her, however, he was much more prepared for such a role. In Egypt, jackals had been the predominant breed, though traders were many other races and varied in their size and shape. Little Enkiel, who was far more jackal like than his siblings, could blend in with their native brood and vanish—except for his tell-tale markings. The old ones had knew of his power and respected it. While no living soul had the desire to venture into the ancient tombs of kings, the humans had put their lives on display. Before he had left, the boy had stolen an artifact he carried with him always. It was in part to remind himself that regardless of where he was, Egypt was home. Not this cold, miserable place—Egypt. “That is unfortunate,” he said. There was neither approval nor disapproval within his voice. Enkiel, as always, appeared indifferent to suffering. “You share my father’s eyes. I hope you did not inherit his less viable traits.” Madness, as it was. Samael was as mad as their mother had become, babbling about his holy nature when any fool could see that Enkiel was born from a higher power. Samael was no earthly god, he was simply a man who had brought his children a bond to a ruling class family. How unfortunate he had not been born a jackal. That might have made their lives easier than dealing with this place. .enky-falcon .ooc {font-style:italic; } .enky-falcon p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .enky-falcon b {color:#b6c154; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .enky-falcon {background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _table.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:3px 0px 180px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-familyerif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> |