07-07-2009, 09:02 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The wind on the coast had kicked up just slightly, giving the flames a wicked tilt and drawing the smoke away from them quickly, ripping it along. She could see the bay and the rocky shores it boasted, her eyes following the sharp curve of the coast as it wandered away. Distantly, she could see the edge of the bay beginning, marked by sloping planes and tiny outcroppings that were certainly huge boulders up close. Her golden eye wandered to the sky, the vast array of stars above their head. There was little light in the world now, and everywhere the sky was an ocean of twinkling brilliance, the central point of which was that silver crescent cut into the sky. It was a lovely night, but even so, it seemed false, out of place as the youth beside her exploded in a frantic rant of thought. As he spoke, the coyote became confused. Had they not been welcomed? Gabriel had never been too keen on much of his family, though Kaena knew he was bound to them. It was not beyond him that he might have greeted her grandchildren with that cold indifference he regarded the world with; certainly there were no heartfelt reunions. The coyote remained silent and allowed Enigma to continue, watching the emotion flash across his face. He showed her his anger and his sadness all at once, his rage knotting his features. When he finished, the coyote's gaze had returned to the water, watching the black waves swirl about. Silver from the moon and red-orange from the fire glinted off parts of the water, dancing across the choppy dark surface of it. She exhaled deeply, and shook her head. "I don't think anybody but Vitium understands," she said after a long moment. Kaena herself had barely time to know her son as she should have—he was the anomaly, having taken off at a relatively young age, returned to his family only to... what? To cause strife? To hurt her? The Lykoi did not know, and the questions burned inside of her as strongly as they must have in Enigma. She turned to face him, her tapered muzzle returning to the golden-furred youth. "If I knew any better than you do, I would say so," she said, something that she felt needed to be reinforced—there was little she would keep locked away in her head. It wasn't right to further deny these three youths their true heritage. |