10-16-2009, 09:40 PM
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Samael loved Kaena most of all, and even now he remained the most loyal of her children. Gabriel may have inherited the clan she’d created and once held so proudly, but such ties meant little to the hell prince. He preferred to stand at her side wherever she may go, following her to the ends of the earth and obeying her every command. Molochai, her once favorite, had departed to landscapes unknown, dropping off the radar and pursuing his own whimsical endeavors. Gabriel held together the fraying fabrics of a clan that once meant so much, yet appeared as nothing more than a joke that’d outlived its glory to the monster. They were coyotes. They were destined to inherit the earth, riding it of all lupine scum by their own blood and fang. Not coincide with them, playing nice and keeping to their own devices while their numbers slowly dwindled into nothingness.
They should be collecting troops, strengthening their masses and destroying the disgusting bastards—every last one of them. Even Kaena’s bloodlust had died down, but Samael closed his eyes to such fancies. In his eyes, she was still the indomitable warrior queen, bathed in blood and the marks of those she’d murdered. Samael breathed bloodlust and death, seeing only decaying corpses and crawling, writhing insects when he dared close his eyes. Gabriel was a wolf, and thus an abomination. “She created this clan, and she created you. You should be bowing your head to her,” the prince stated coolly, vision narrowed and tone laced with thinly veiled, underlying venom. He didn’t see why she didn’t simply throw him down and resume her throne, but it wasn’t his place to question her antics nor her decisions. Kaena was always right, and that was that.
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Samael loved Kaena most of all, and even now he remained the most loyal of her children. Gabriel may have inherited the clan she’d created and once held so proudly, but such ties meant little to the hell prince. He preferred to stand at her side wherever she may go, following her to the ends of the earth and obeying her every command. Molochai, her once favorite, had departed to landscapes unknown, dropping off the radar and pursuing his own whimsical endeavors. Gabriel held together the fraying fabrics of a clan that once meant so much, yet appeared as nothing more than a joke that’d outlived its glory to the monster. They were coyotes. They were destined to inherit the earth, riding it of all lupine scum by their own blood and fang. Not coincide with them, playing nice and keeping to their own devices while their numbers slowly dwindled into nothingness.
They should be collecting troops, strengthening their masses and destroying the disgusting bastards—every last one of them. Even Kaena’s bloodlust had died down, but Samael closed his eyes to such fancies. In his eyes, she was still the indomitable warrior queen, bathed in blood and the marks of those she’d murdered. Samael breathed bloodlust and death, seeing only decaying corpses and crawling, writhing insects when he dared close his eyes. Gabriel was a wolf, and thus an abomination. “She created this clan, and she created you. You should be bowing your head to her,” the prince stated coolly, vision narrowed and tone laced with thinly veiled, underlying venom. He didn’t see why she didn’t simply throw him down and resume her throne, but it wasn’t his place to question her antics nor her decisions. Kaena was always right, and that was that.