[M] she's standing on an overpass

Kaena Lykoi · 03-27-2011, 01:50 AM

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-touch- Totally didn't remember what they were going to kill. -____-

There was no doubt within the scarred Centurion that madness coursed through her son's blood and body. Whether it had come from her or Astaroth or some twisted combination of them both, she could not say -- while she might have thought it had originated wholly within Samael, she knew he had always been twisted in some manner. Some subtle signs, ignored in his youth, now resonated within the silver-shaded woman, taken now as early symptoms or signals or both of some deeper crack in his psyche. Even so, there was no fear within Kaena and there never had been. However mad Samael grew, his love or devotion or obsession (she was not sure what to call it, anymore) would prevail and he would not bring harm to her.

There was a sudden rigidness within his body, a stiff alertness that caused her to draw her head back and away from his fur, her golden eye blinking even in the dull silver light of the moon. The russet-splashed muzzle followed the red-eyed gaze, her single golden eye landing on a small figure, half-obscured by snow and rocks. Though hunger did not gnaw at the old woman's stomach, the sharp angles and clearly palpable bones in Samael's figure were reason enough. She disengaged herself from the boy, pulling herself free of him and motioning in the direction of the yet unknown creature, keeping her own body low and still. Kaena tried to motion to Samael to circle around the rocks and flush the animal toward her, motioning with hands and gestures to communicate rather than speaking. Whatever it was, it was unaware of their presence, and she wished to keep it that way, lest it run in the opposite direction they wanted.

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