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03-15-2010, 04:03 AM
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03-15-2010, 04:38 AM
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Table thanks to Vieira!:O It seemed as if all of Inferni was on high alert. Naturally, the silver-furred hybrid was included in this; as the second-in-command she was expected to keep her eyes and ears open, even if it was Anselm's job to focus on the borders and other packs. It would not be good for Kaena personally or the Inferni clan as a whole if she were to slack on her duties even in the least, and so she spent much of her time looping the border, endlessly pacing up and down the perimeter. For her to appear useless in these rough times would certainly bode ill for the coyote clan. Occasionally she would run into other members of the clan, doing the same thing as she was—with so many members, it was difficult not to run into another coyote these days. Even so, it was never enough. Fifty or a hundred thousand coyotes were not enough to scare Haku off; they would need to dethrone the Dahlian king in order to be safe once again. As the hybrid woman made her way forward, a strange scent entered her nose, one she immediately recognized. It was no mystery to the Centurion, but there was still a long moment of hesitation in her, one that drove a knife of guilt, fear, and anxiety into her heart. She had desired and dreaded this moment equally, fantasies of demanding to know where the fuck she went and what the fuck happened, nightmares of breaking to little bits in front of her. The hybrid did not know which would happen. For a terrible moment she almost thought she might ignore the red wolf and leave someone else to greet her. Then, she moved from her stock-still position and headed quickly toward the source of the scent, happening across its owner no more than ten minutes later. They were both scarred now, surely—there were a few more adorning the monochrome canine's body since then, but the largest and the most serious of these wounds was somewhere no one, not Fatin nor anyone else in the world, could see. The Lupus form was a surprise, but Kaena kept that from her face, retaining the stoicism that was so difficult for her to play at. She felt as if emotion might crack through the facade and fulminate from her at any moment, tearing her stony exterior to pieces. The gravitas of the situation was not lost on Kaena; there were no better healers in the world than Fatin Kali, and Inferni would be a far better place with her here. Even then, the hybrid woman's emotion dared to rise, bile in her throat daring to form—how many nights had she sat, stinking and wallowing and beyond drunk, beyond wrecked from Haku, wishing there were soft red-furred arms to wrap her up and a soft voice to whisper and tell her it was alright? She didn't speak, remaining well within Inferni's territory, staring forward at the ghost who had returned to its midst, waiting for her to speak first. [/html]
03-15-2010, 04:54 AM
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03-15-2010, 05:19 AM
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The flame that had burned for so many years within Kaena had very nearly been extinguished, doused in the hybrid woman's spilled blood by Haku Soul. He had almost ripped it clean out of her; anyone who had the misfortune of happening on the Lykoi matron in the first month's worth of aftermath following her attack would have seen that plainly in her single remaining eye, which had appeared just as hollow and empty as the socket right next to it. Strange how after everything the coyote woman had been through, it was something so seemingly tiny and insignificant as Haku that would upset her balance so much. After all, she'd already been through it all; her very own half-brother had introduced her to all the darker desires of men when she was very young. What did Haku Soul have to offer that was new to Kaena Lykoi? She had years on him and his parents both. The coyote wished she could feel pity for the russet wolf once again, she wished she could feel something for her again—maybe Haku had ripped the ability to love from her, too. There were too many things he had ruined for the monochrome-furred coyote. “Sorry,” she repeated flatly, though an actual sneer threatened to break out on her face for a moment, the corner of her coal lip twitching. “So you've come back, and Inferni is to guard you once more,” she added, quickly lest the concrete mask she'd forced onto her features disintegrate into that sneer. “Good—we need another war, another front to guard,” she said, this time the sarcasm clear in her tone. Kaena Lykoi was not generally difficult to read where it came to emotions. The hybrid woman wondered what might have changed if she were the Aquila now. She had no right to turn Fatin away—though part of her didn't wish to at all, a larger part did, whether out of spite or misguided aggression it was not clear—and Gabriel would not haven forgiven her if she did. Not only had she guarded his very own children, taking them away from danger, but she was damn good at what she did. Rather suddenly and without warning, the hybrid's coal-colored ears were pinned against her head, a very different emotion from rage or disdain on her features now. “I needed you,” she said plaintively. And you weren't there, she added silently, yellow-golden eye searching the cinnamon-colored wolf's face for a response. .kae-gifturma2 {width:375px; background-color:#142a38; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_gifturma.png);background-position: bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-bottom:210px; border: 1px solid #000103;font-family:georgia, serif; color:#FFFFFF; line-height: 13px; font-size: 12px; margin:0px; text-align:justify;} .kae-gifturma2 b{color:#809189;} .kae-gifturma2 p{text-indent:40px; padding:0px; margin:0px 10px 10px 10px; } </style> [/html]
03-15-2010, 05:34 AM
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03-15-2010, 06:17 AM
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http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/erin_kaetablered2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hurt as she was, cut off as she was, there was still something in Kaena that wanted protecting, some childish part of her that still clung to comfort desperately. Were it not for that piece of her, she would have failed completely as a mother; none of her children would have loved her or even pretended to. Without that part of herself there was nothing but arrogance and barbarism within her. Wicked as she might have pretended to be, there was certainly some good, some softness within the scarred hybrid. It was buried beneath a mass of old scar tissue and wounds years old, wounds that despite their age were still locked in the healing process, perhaps frozen in stasis where they were forever, intended only to cause the scarred matriarch pain. She had always believed that time was the best healer—yet how could she believe time would be a salve to her own wounds? No, there was only bloodshed for that—there was only tearing to pieces every single thing that ever meant anything to Haku Soul. She should have torn his son's throat out when he came to see her on the borders, but instead... instead she had seen fit to plant a seed of doubt in his mind, another amongst the Dahlians who might view the war in a different way. Perhaps that would blossom into something worthwhile, and she would not regret letting Conor Soul walk away from Inferni intact. The coyote did and said nothing as the russet woman stepped forward into Inferni territory; she was not a trespasser. If Gabriel might admit that brat DaVinci to their lands... well, Fatin had hell of a lot more right to be here than he did in Kaena's mind. Guilt crept into her, finally. She should have expected that—what else would keep Fatin from Inferni, from her? Even so, the silver-furred woman could think of it only as abandonment; she could not help but hurt over the months alone. She would not have had to isolate herself if Fatin had been there. Torn, frowning, the silver-furred woman swiftly changed the subject, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her golden-yellow eye at the russet woman. She had to maintain strength, she had to retain control. “You're walking into a warzone,” she warned. “You're ready for that?” Maybe it was better for Fatin this way—if it appeared for one second she meant anything to Kaena, Fatin would become Haku's primary target, and he would hurt her first and foremost. <style> .kae-gifterin124 b {color:#BFB8A8;} .kae-gifterin124 p {text-indent:25px; } </style>[/html]
03-15-2010, 06:37 AM
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03-15-2010, 06:57 AM
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http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/erin_kaetablered2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Buhh, we'll consider this official acceptance, and Kae can walk Fatin to the greenhouse/D'Neville thar, debrief her on the war, we'll end there? And then another thread after that, moar awkwardness?! ((361)) A truly cruel type, a maniac like Haku, might have turned on her then and there—or worse, sent her to enemy lines. A reptilian part of Kaena's mind considered that possibility, considered that perhaps Haku did not know Fatin, that he did not know she was friend to the coyotes—the russet wolf did not smell of Inferni, and she could certainly pass for full-blooded canis lupus rufus. But Kaena stifled that thought with an inward shudder, for she was not Haku, and to even consider such a thing was tantamount to becoming him. She would not go there; she had come close enough with Vieira, and the taste of that sort of cruelty and viciousness was more than enough for her. The hybrid woman preferred to fight her battles face-to-face; she resorted to surreptitious sneaking only when it was warranted most, and her physical actions had no effect. “Good,” she said, again flatly. When she spoke again, the first word was spat as if it was indeed tainted with poison. “Haku deserves nothing more than a violent and painful death of poison. But you won't need to creep through the Dampwoods looking for mold,” the coyote said, turning away from the other coyote, taking a few slow steps forward to indicate for her to follow. Part of Kae couldn't stand to gaze on the russet-hued woman anymore; she was hurt and desirous and disgusted and angry and confused all at once, and looking at her just made it worse, it simply twisted her head up more. She hadn't begun to consider what awkwardness might yet come—Vieira didn't occupy all of the room in Kae's cave, but three would be a tight squeeze—assuming Kaena was even comfortable with Fatin residing there again, which was a question the Centurion could not answer, though she asked herself inwardly directly. “Anselm's built a greenhouse, we'll grow them there. If you can cultivate plants as well as harvest...” the coyote said, trailing off. Her steps were slower than usual; some weeks-old injures plagued her body. The sixth-day fights hadn't been totally successful, no, but they'd hurt Dahlia de Mai in the process. <style> .kae-gifterin124 b {color:#BFB8A8;} .kae-gifterin124 p {text-indent:25px; } </style>[/html]
03-15-2010, 06:57 AM
03-15-2010, 10:17 PM
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03-16-2010, 10:42 AM
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CRAP, I KNOW. People make me such pretty things! XD I think all of the ones I've used thus far were made by Erin or Alta?! Not sure, but I used to lovelovelove this one so I dragged it back to life. >___> Stunted and hurt as she was, the silver-furred coyote had closed herself off. The only things that mattered to her now were Inferni and her family; she would save both of them, she would end this war—it was her fault, she had started it anyway. If only she'd been smart enough to stay were she belonged, protected and safe behind Inferni's borderlands. If only, if only—the silver-furred hybrid had many regrets and many things she should have done better. Above all, she knew that she had been the one to drag them into this nonsense; she would be the one to pull them out. Even as the pair of hirsute creatures continued to walk toward the mansion, the monochrome-colored one continued to speak, intent on at least filling the russet canine in on what had occurred in her absence from the lands. “He started this war,” she said quietly. She should have told Fatin everything, she knew this—but that was a weakness she was not willing to expose. She had told a pitiful few; only Gabriel, Razekiel, and Halo were told directly by the silver-furred coyote; anyone else who knew of her attack knew by proxy, the news spread by Gabriel. Halo had known first—and the cinnamon-furred girl had kept her word, keeping quiet the attack from the rest of the coyote clan. “He leads Dahlia, and many follow him blindly. Not all, but many,” she said, thinking of the Rosen's very son, the one who had showed up on her borders. Maybe Conor Soul would prove useful in time. “Some have died on both sides already, and we won't be safe till he's dead,” she added. She knew this for a fact; Haku wanted nothing more than to destroy the coyotes—whoever was next, she did not know, but she doubted he would stop at Inferni if he managed to destroy them. Word Count: 317
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03-20-2010, 11:31 AM
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03-21-2010, 04:46 AM
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I have no idea why this got so long. :| ((609)) For Kaena, there was no contrast between the past and the present in terms of bloodshed. She had known this for her whole life, practically from the moment she had entered the coldness of the world up until this very moment. It was always about fighting, winning, survival. The smoke-furred hybrid had been introduced to the world in violence and brilliant crimson, birthed into abuse and emptiness. Even so, she did not thirst for destruction of the earth and everything in it—no, the instead, Kaena sought vengeance for the wrongs that had been inflicted on her, and she vigorously defended what she believed was endangered. She was not like Haku. Kaena had her taste of his particular flavor of sadism, and she found it downright frightening. Apparently, even she had a line that she could not cross. The ashen hybrid was not familiar with all of the details of the prior war; she had learned bits and pieces from Gabriel and Anselm over time, but it was still a somewhat vague picture of the previous conflict. It didn't truly matter—there was enough stake and enough pain in this war to last her a lifetime, but it would have been good to know more of what had befallen Dahlia de Mai and Inferni previously. She would know the enemy much better, at least. Even so, there were many amongst the coyotes who knew the prior war. Her lack of knowledge was no great detriment to the clan. “I doubt he'll have much luck turning any of the packs against us, still,” Kaena scoffed, thinking of her meetings with both the AniWayan and Miracles pack leaders. Though they'd both been pretty clear in their neutrality, both had also offered her some sort of support. The hybrid woman did not think that Inferni required allies, not even in warfare—but their assistance had been appreciated, to be certain. “We'll put him in the grave yet,” the coyote said, her voice softer now, though it held a rigid determination somewhere within it, a quiet and certain will to triumph and have her vengeance. This was the thing within her that had driven her to return to this place so many times; perhaps if it were not for Salvaged Eternity and his wretched existence, she might have blown somewhere else entirely by now. But he had been the thing to draw her back above all the first time she'd come back, beyond Inferni and Zarah and whatever remnants of a past life the coyote clan had held for her once. That was, after all, why she had gone to Jaded Shadows' borders to seek him out rather than the clan's borders. She had visited Jaded Shadows as a rogue that day, a loner and a force all by her lonesome. The coyote's pace wasn't particularly quick; there was something in her that felt she deserved this anxiousness, the awkwardness that she had perhaps forcibly placed between herself and the russet-furred woman. The other canine was was hurt and estranged by the distance as the monochrome-furred woman; perhaps this was even part of the reason Kaena inflicted this on herself, some vicious cycle of hurt she was destined to repeat. “Two weeks ago we burned part of their territory and fought them in the forest, but it wasn't enough. Of course, he lives,” she said, lamenting the last part of this admission. If only Haku had been mortally injured, if only he had burned to death in the flames. Nothing else really mattered; without the blue-eyed man, Dahlia would topple to the ground. Reconstruction would take precedence over the former king's quarrel with a neighbor. .kae-dreaming p {padding:0px 36px 5px 40px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .kae-dreaming b {color:#AFAFAF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .kae-dreaming {width:420px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_dream.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:75px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#2A2A2A; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] |