| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Me toooo. I spam you in response. ;D The hybrid woman had possessed a certain degree of suspicion about the cream-furred woman at first. She was from Dahlia de Mai, the pack where her enemy lived and breathed every day. But she was a newcomer to the Dahlian lands, and she did not know of the chocolatey subleader wolf. That was a relief to Kaena in and of itself, and as they had conversed about death and family and love, the hybrid had steadily grown less and less suspicious, finding things to latch onto in this stranger. The hybrid woman felt a strange peace around her, perhaps because of the stillness of death that had overtaken the red-headed wolf. The coyote woman did not know of Lolita was truly dead; it did not make sense to Kaena for she had seen the effects of death. Decomposition, rot, bones. Parasites, insects, rats, all working to return the nutrients captured in the body to the earth, to make use of it somehow, to keep the canine body contributing to nature even after death. It was the way things were meant to be, and the fact that the Dahlian wolf had escaped this decaying following death perplexed the hybrid, though she had come to accept the state of death existing over the creamy-furred woman quite readily. Superstition was not beyond the Inferni Centurion, though she did not proclaim belief to anything in particular. The hybrid pondered how one might walk the earth and be dead; perhaps soullessness was a form of death. If that was the case, Lolita might be able to consider herself dead—but even there it seemed a strange phrase for the wolf to choose if infact she had lost her soul. The coyote almost wished she'd pried at the cream-colored woman to discern more information about her supposed death; the coyote was intrigued by it. Had Lolita seen the afterlife in all its glowing wonder or pale, foggy murk? Did she see ghosts, or others like herself, or was she doomed to an eternal loneliness, remaining static and as she was while the world changed and whirled and decayed around her? These questions burned in the hybrid's head but she stilled them, instead cocking a sable ear to listen to the creamy-furred woman speak once more, her tones flat and monotonous. The coyote's attention focused on the other canine, her single golden eye focusing over on the wolf as she spoke fvery simply and quietly, a great and deep pain radiating outward from her words. The coyote could only guess at what it was, but she imagined the loss of a cherished sibling and a lover packed into one must cut very deeply, indeed. She wondered what it would be like to lose Samael if she depended on him for love, and almost shuddered at the feeling. It would be bad enough to imagine suffering the loss of a son. The ash-furred coyote had experienced pain caused by one of her own before. Kerberos had hurt her physically, but she'd won that fight, teaching her son his place. He was long gone now, and the hybrid wondered what had become of the young man. Vitium had hurt her more than anything once upon a time, allowing the Aremys trespasser scum to escape Inferni territory with his life when half of the pack was ready to descend on him. The hybrid woman vividly remembered her claws slicing through his chest, forever marking him as an outsider, a traitor. He had betrayed his origins and denied his very heritage, spitting on the name of Lykoi in front of his very mother. The hybrid sighed softly at this thought and spoke of it quietly. "My son rejected everything I am, once upon a time," the hybrid said softly. "He fouled his very name, you see," the coyote spoke. "And I must have hurt him when I banished him from Inferni," the silver-furred woman admitted quietly, shaking her head. "It was that or death," she mused aloud. Killing her son was simply not an option to Kaena when she truly thought about it, and Vitium was lucky to have escaped his his life. The ash colored hybrid knew if he had not possessed her blood, if he had not been her child, she would have killed him that day on the old Inferni lands. His crime was betrayal, simple as that, and such a traitorous individual could not be allowed to live in Inferni. His saving merit was the fact that he had come from the hybrid woman's very body. If it were not for that, Vitium would have died that day. Thinking of Vitium pained the hybrid vaguely, and she looked away, knowing she would never regain that particular relationship with her son. She did not trust him enough to meet him outside of Inferni territory without escort; perhaps he saw fit to seek vengeance on his mother for rejecting him in such a way. Still, Vitium was confusing at best. After being banished for life from Inferni, he had sired three children, kidnapped them from their mother's teat, and sent them "home" to Inferni after indoctrinating them with the same things Kaena had fed Vitium as a child. He'd lied about his involvement with the clan, never revealing to them the truth about his own banishment from the clan, but still—the hybrid woman had returned to Inferni to find three grandchildren of Vitium Lykoi awaiting her. Jael, pale white fur and all his mother, a wolf in appearance. Enigma, wolfish with coyote hints and the eyes of his father, the deep brown, almost black pools that had entranced the hybrid woman once. Halo, the last standing of the three, the cherished granddaughter with her lovely de le Poer eyes, devoted to her grandmother and as important as any of Kaena's actual children. There was the mystery of Vitium, those beautiful, cherished three and how they'd come to live in Inferni even after their father's punishment and exile. The hybrid had devoted nights to contemplating this question, and she still did not have an answer to it. |
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