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"That's good," he replied, talking more than normal due to the she-wolf's outgoing personality and saying whatever random thing popped first into his head. "It's an interesting place," he continued, feeling more and more like a moron the more he continued to ramble. Jael was a reserved creature by nature, speaking only when he felt the need and saying only what had been carefully processed within his brain. Anything else felt foolish and unnecessary. "Jael, from Inferni," the youth responded with his own title, unashamed of his obviously bizarre seeming residence. Inferni was where for now his loyalty lie—with the coyotes whom had accepted him for his minimum heritage and disregarded the fact his father was a traitor to his own blood and clan. How many would overlook the deeds of his father to see what Jael himself had to present to the world? And how many would accept him for being a part of both worlds, one paw in each, yet never fully a part of either. He lived the divided life of a hybrid, yet it was practically by choice, for if he so choose he could abandon all else and join a wolf pack. He looked the part, and by blood he nearly was the part completely and utterly. But Inferni was the only blood he knew of and actually wanted to be a part of. He'd meet wolfen brethren already, but was hardly impressed by what he found—the arrogance and ignorance he'd rather not associate with. But by wearing the badge of Inferni it could only be expected, for as Gabriel had told him, his wolf blood and his coyote blood hated each other on a personal level, not just instinctual, thus only hatred could ensue. |