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    So Halo was here and Enigma thus far unknown. The other coyote's poise had since slackened, relaxing the tense suspicion it had held only moments before once he'd uttered his sister's name. Obviously her entrance had gone well enough for such a response--or so Jael concluded. But what of Enigma? He would have thought the other boy would have long since arrived right alongside their sister if not before, so eager and ready to jump into Inferni's supposed legacy. Unless something had happened, and perhaps he had perished or been injured. Would such a thought pain Jael all that much? He did love his siblings, but he felt that perhaps they had grown apart since Vitium's arrival into their lives. They wanted to follow in his path and Jael was something different. But where did he belong?

    "Jael," he replied, bowing his head slightly as he spoke as a courteous gesture. Simple. Nothing more and nothing else. No surname or any indication of his family ties other than the former mention of his sister. But where did Jael belong anyway? He didn't quite believe his father, but he couldn't quite believe his mother was all good either when it had been pounded into him so long that she was evil. He didn't know any better--not yet at any rate, this brief into existance on this earth. Experience had yet to teach him right and wrong in the proper manner. All he could do was disbelieve and see for himself.

    Soul was the name he had been given alongside Jael from his mother's lips at the moment of his birth. But he no longer felt attached to her. And Lykoi was Vitium's legacy, but he didn't feel that he belonged to that world either. De le Poer was all that remained, but was that his fate either? For the moment he would remain simply Jael. An unknown and a mystery until life wrapped a destiny around him and molded him into someone.

    "As my sister is already here, would it be possible for me to remain as well," he asked quietly, looking toward the grayscale creature in an almost shy, unsure manner. At least, for the time being.. This was all he knew and this was the only family he was currently aware of. The world was large and cold and the boy didn't want to be alone--at least, not yet. He didn't felt he belonged here, but what else could he do? Where else could he go?
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