[M] she's standing on an overpass

Kaena Lykoi · 03-02-2011, 06:35 AM

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There was a scent on the wind, one the silver-shaded woman knew better than any other. She would have never forgotten that smell, if even ten long years had passed between now and the last time she had smelled it. The scarred Centurion knew, maybe better than anyone else she had met, what exactly ten years felt like -- and then some, as she considered that she would be twelve this year. This age rattled in her bones, and she was reminded of it daily by her aching joints and stiffened limbs. There was little she could do for herself other than attempt to avoid the cold and smoke in the mornings. These were the things that kept her moving, and of course, the old woman subscribed to the belief that continued movement would keep her moving. To stop trying to roam and keep abreast of the borders would mean she would no longer be fulfilling duty, and this was a thing she would not tolerate.

Even so, that scent was enough to lure her away from the border and toward its source. She followed the chilled wind after it, moving quickly. Kaena had grown accustomed to Samael's departures, and though it hurt each time he went away, the hybrid woman had no doubt he would return to her, as he always did. This time it was no different, and as the scarred woman made her way toward the golden-black streaked hybrid, she noted the winter darkness lurking in his coat, having shed the summery fire-gold. He was no less striking for it, and the hybrid called to him softly, some mangled and decidedly un-puppyish puppy-call that had no worded equivalent. His thinness bothered her, and though she was old and brittle, the silver-shaded hybrid had a strong desire to do nothing but lay dead things at his feet for him to devour. She would lick the blood from his face, cleaning him and filling the hollow spaces between his bones with flesh.

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