04-27-2008, 12:06 AM
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There was a voice that broke through his thoughts and head lifted, twisting around to regard the red-haired woman. Rolling over the rest of the way onto his stomach, Samael cupped his chin in his palm and smiled faintly at the she-wolf. "Of course," he said lightly, fingers twisting a lock of dark hair between them as he spoke. "A little fire couldn't kill us." Head tilted faintly, regarding the crimson lady quietly now. She was a familiar creature of a peculiar nature. Wolf, for sure, yet allowed and tolerated amongst Inferni.
A friend of his mother's and yet perhaps something more, he could only presume. But her blood was obviously strange among her own kind—appearing almost coyote-like in the design of her features, yet not being a coyote. A pretty woman, yes. And quite intriguing. Existing outside of normal boundaries, stuck somewhere between both worlds of two separate, similar species. "I've seen you before," the prince stated, claws tapping the edge of his muzzle where his hand rested. "But who are you?"
A friend of his mother's and yet perhaps something more, he could only presume. But her blood was obviously strange among her own kind—appearing almost coyote-like in the design of her features, yet not being a coyote. A pretty woman, yes. And quite intriguing. Existing outside of normal boundaries, stuck somewhere between both worlds of two separate, similar species. "I've seen you before," the prince stated, claws tapping the edge of his muzzle where his hand rested. "But who are you?"