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- Fatin Kali - 09-05-2009 [html] [/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 09-05-2009 [html]
- Fatin Kali - 09-05-2009 sounds perfect to me <3[html] [/html] - Kaena Lykoi - 09-08-2009 [html]
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. - Gabriel de le Poer - 09-08-2009 [html]
- Fatin Kali - 09-11-2009 [html] So, who else is stupidly excited to see old Lykoi's back up for adoption?
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. - Kaena Lykoi - 09-11-2009 [html] 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. - Gabriel de le Poer - 09-18-2009 [html]
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