our flesh & blood has found me in your arms.

[Kaena Lykoi]

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This seems like a good spot to end it, if you'd like. We should thread again with these two very soon. XD     The silvery canine woman was perhaps the only creature on the earth who was not surprised by such a display from Samael. She supposed few had seen his softer side—he was a chaotic, demonic creature, raised in right proper Lykoi fashion. But the hybrid woman had raised him, and she had known him since he was small and innocent, if such a thing had ever been true about Samael. Perhaps the tawny coyote and his ilk were doomed to lead tainted lives from the very start of it all—but even so, what better children could Kaena ask for? Samael was reckless with his mortal life, certainly. The scars criss-crossing his arms and his body were evidence enough for that, but he was utterly devoted to his mother, and he loved her most of all.     Again the coyote hybrid's mind mulled over her son's darker revelation, and again she came to the same conclusion—it did not change a thing. Perhaps that was bad for Samael, but for the hybrid woman it was a relief. She had expected to feel some twinge of disgust, some underlying revulsion at her son's desire, but it had not come. There was only love, pure and blind and everlasting. The coyote woman smiled as he nuzzled her, and stayed close, enjoying the comfort of her child next to her. Many of them, since growing old, held some resentment toward her, though in most cases the hybrid woman could not figure out why. There were a select few who loved her unconditionally and no matter what, and Samael was among them. She answered immediately and almost forcefully, as if to share with him that things were still the same between them—there was no curbing Mother's love. "I love you, Samael," she said, speaking his name now instead of that detached term.     The hybrid wanted to ask him to come home, she wanted to beg and plead for him to return—but even so, would Gabriel have allowed it? The hybrid woman knew her two sons had never gotten along; the scars crossing Samael's face were evidence enough of that. They each purported to serve a different power, one higher and one lower, and perhaps it was simply destiny that they were doomed to hate each other. The coyote woman was saddened by this, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Gabriel was the Aquila, and try as she might, she did not think she could sway his opinion here. Still, Samael's presence in the territories was worth mentioning—perhaps something had changed while she was away.

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