07-12-2009, 06:43 PM
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After a time he did look up again at Gabriel, faint emotion overpowering the normal apathy within his fiery eyes. If he wasn’t mistaken it seemed as though his uncle where honestly trying to reassure and comfort him, going on in detail about just how fucked up it was to be a hybrid and the unique makeup of the clan. “And I look like a full-blood wolf,” Jael muttered dryly, remarking on how even here he was an outcast of sorts by appearance alone. His siblings had noticed that difference and remarked on it constantly, placing a brick wall between him and his brother perhaps forever. Enigma would never overlook Jael’s white coat that reminded them so much of their mother’s and finally accept that they were truly brothers.
He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sand and ash coats of the coyotes that blended in so well with the tawny grasses of their surroundings. Jael’s coat was meant for a land of perpetual snow and ice—frigid temperatures and high, arid mountains that touched the very sky itself. But Inferni was a place where he could live and thrive with his own blood and family—as long as he pretended to be coyote alone and disregarded his wolfen heritage. But Inferni already held his loyalty for now. The boy wasn’t much interested in abandoning the clan to search for a better, more promising life elsewhere. He had to pick and chose what he wanted to be, a wolf or a coyote, and right now he had chosen coyote.
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After a time he did look up again at Gabriel, faint emotion overpowering the normal apathy within his fiery eyes. If he wasn’t mistaken it seemed as though his uncle where honestly trying to reassure and comfort him, going on in detail about just how fucked up it was to be a hybrid and the unique makeup of the clan. “And I look like a full-blood wolf,” Jael muttered dryly, remarking on how even here he was an outcast of sorts by appearance alone. His siblings had noticed that difference and remarked on it constantly, placing a brick wall between him and his brother perhaps forever. Enigma would never overlook Jael’s white coat that reminded them so much of their mother’s and finally accept that they were truly brothers.
He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sand and ash coats of the coyotes that blended in so well with the tawny grasses of their surroundings. Jael’s coat was meant for a land of perpetual snow and ice—frigid temperatures and high, arid mountains that touched the very sky itself. But Inferni was a place where he could live and thrive with his own blood and family—as long as he pretended to be coyote alone and disregarded his wolfen heritage. But Inferni already held his loyalty for now. The boy wasn’t much interested in abandoning the clan to search for a better, more promising life elsewhere. He had to pick and chose what he wanted to be, a wolf or a coyote, and right now he had chosen coyote.