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(376) Kaena's blood was his blood as well as she so dutifully reminded him, and he was almost grateful. He could endure the bad when overshadowed by much better things, and he could consider Kaena to be one of those. He didn't say anything in response, simply out of habit of keeping quiet much of the time, though he'd heard and absorbed every word she'd said. "If he lives long enough," Jael replied, fangs longing to tear into the bastard that'd sired him. His deeds repelled even his own mother, defying even what his beloved clan believed in. Their hatred was more for survival and revenge, unlike the blind ignorance their father had tried to ingrain into their heads. But Jael liked to think, choosing his own destiny over what was laid out for him. He was neither wolf or coyote, but for now he'd chosen the coyote's side, remaining with that part of his lineage. But he would never blindly hate wolves, longing to rid of the hatred that existed between species so similar. What did killing and maiming get for anyone save more hatred and misery? Personal vendettas were one thing, and perhaps justified in the child's eyes, but not indiscriminate murder. Vitium was not a wolf or a coyote in Jael's eyes, neither his father. He was simply a monster he desired to destroy, removing his undeserved existence from the world. "It's stupid," he began softly, dwelling on the hatred that existed between breeds simply for blood alone. "to hate someone just because of how they were born." He wondered if she'd strike him for such a comment, knowing she herself despised wolves just as most of Inferni did—or at least tell him off. But he was referring just as much to wolves and their violence against coyotes, as he knew they did for greed and competition, feeling the need to exterminate the lesser predator. "If we weren't related or within Inferni's borders, would I of lived past the first few minutes of our encounter?" he asked with a rueful smile. Despite being pliable, his beliefs were strong and his morals a large part of who he was—this being, the boy wasn't afraid to say what was on his mind given the proper situation. |