06-16-2008, 06:01 PM
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He was blind. Eyes closed to the world, wrapped only in the adoration of Kaena, Mother was his world and his God. The way and the light to his being. Whatever she said was law and fact and she was the only creature the golden-haired boy would willingly and truly bow his head and expose his belly to. His siblings he respected, because they were of the same blood as himself, and thus born of perfection as well, but Kaena was the best. Even thinking of her made his body weak and warmth to rush through his veins. Oh, Kaena. For her, he would destroy the world.
Something fell from the sky, or so it seemed. Fur bristling, eyes wide and fangs bared, young Samael turned his eyes on something dark that had just landed in the mud beside him. Rising, shaking itself off, coyote watched with a wary eye, still bristling faintly as he regarded the being. It was a wolf, he knew immediately, perhaps around the same age as himself. "I, a wolf?" he snorted in disgust, raising his head high in arrogance toward the creature. This thing didn't know—honestly didn't know what stood before it. Of his beautiful blood and species, but such was to be expected. He would have to show them all, and drive fear into the hearts of the unworthy and the tainted. He knew this. They were all damned fools.
"I am a coyote," he hissed through his teeth, moving quietly toward the dark wolfling. "I am thus better than you." Oh, the arrogance! While he knew he should of been secretive, allowing the time to simply come when the world would be destroyed and he'd sit atop a throne of blood and bones as the true Prince of Fear, but he couldn't help it. Disgust showed on his elegant features, twisting them wickedly into an expression of sheer revulsion. But an idea struck through his brain, and the boy was intriged. How he'd love to know what was inside of these wicked things. An empty hole where the heart should be?
Steeping forward, Samael thrust his muzzle forward, sniffing at the young wolf. Similar they both were in physical frame, and yet so different. So horribly, awefully different. All because of their blood and heritage and the souls trapped within the cage of their chest (or lack therein). Fangs bared, he leapt toward the dark-haired girl, aiming to pin her down and tear her open, seeing what was inside of that hollow, heartless chest.
Something fell from the sky, or so it seemed. Fur bristling, eyes wide and fangs bared, young Samael turned his eyes on something dark that had just landed in the mud beside him. Rising, shaking itself off, coyote watched with a wary eye, still bristling faintly as he regarded the being. It was a wolf, he knew immediately, perhaps around the same age as himself. "I, a wolf?" he snorted in disgust, raising his head high in arrogance toward the creature. This thing didn't know—honestly didn't know what stood before it. Of his beautiful blood and species, but such was to be expected. He would have to show them all, and drive fear into the hearts of the unworthy and the tainted. He knew this. They were all damned fools.
"I am a coyote," he hissed through his teeth, moving quietly toward the dark wolfling. "I am thus better than you." Oh, the arrogance! While he knew he should of been secretive, allowing the time to simply come when the world would be destroyed and he'd sit atop a throne of blood and bones as the true Prince of Fear, but he couldn't help it. Disgust showed on his elegant features, twisting them wickedly into an expression of sheer revulsion. But an idea struck through his brain, and the boy was intriged. How he'd love to know what was inside of these wicked things. An empty hole where the heart should be?
Steeping forward, Samael thrust his muzzle forward, sniffing at the young wolf. Similar they both were in physical frame, and yet so different. So horribly, awefully different. All because of their blood and heritage and the souls trapped within the cage of their chest (or lack therein). Fangs bared, he leapt toward the dark-haired girl, aiming to pin her down and tear her open, seeing what was inside of that hollow, heartless chest.