pretend i'm not real

Rewdeynetya · 03-29-2011, 12:02 PM

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He spoke in madness, his eyes close to being wild. Almost raspy to her, betraying his weakness, the mongrel spoke of hellfire. Damnation? Rewdeynetya was disgusted. Had he lived in her Egypt, with its civil wars and constant back-stabbing among the packs, he wouldn't have survived a day. Had there not been more Luperci around — their smells filled the area like a fog — she would have dealt with him already.

And he was a father, too. Rewdeynetya could have laughed, but her long muzzle kept shut. Compared to the sickly, scarred, tawny mess that was her sire, she was dark, a blood-like splash on her muzzle. Her body was of no particular type, seemingly shaped from a multitude of breeds that ran in her parentage. She seemed to be greying out, her eyes almost the colour of her father's — at least, to Rewdeynetya, it appeared so. Her voice was kindly, accented...Egyptian?!

Rewdeynetya suppressed a growl. Until now, not one member of her homeland had she come across, the she-hybrid believing that she was alone. Her name was infamous, stained with treason from her turncoat beliefs and practises. If someone was familiar with her, then her existence could be put at risk. Maybe the mutt's madness had somehow been caused by her — the various Luperci along the Nile had done much to get the jump on their competition. Rewdeynetya had once been proud to be responsible for that, but now, she was just afraid.

She pulled back into the woods slowly, never taking her eyes off the conversing pair. She'd see where the conversation would head; after that, she'd either spring or flee, depending on how close the fellow Egyptian remained. That dark-skinned girl seemed quite fond of her insane father, and Rewdeynetya didn't want to interrupt the family reunion. There was more than one way to thin a pack, so to speak.

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