09-11-2009, 07:11 PM
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http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_rain.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; text-align:justify;"> Mememememe. XD I want a Raze-face back. AND AN AHEMAIT-FACE. |: XD
Through all of the damage across the red wolf's body, the hybrid woman could surely still find her beautiful, for it was not so much her external appearance as it was the fire and light in her soul which made her so attractive. Perhaps it was simply their opposite nature, and certainly it had been dumb luck and shared hatred that had brought them together—Kae wondered if they would have ever even known each other if it was not for Salvaged. In that way, the long-dead wolf had finally provided Kaena with something of use, something to thank him for. It was nothing in comparison to all the wrong he had done her, but still, it was some tiny comfort. As she held the battered woman there, the rage still rumbling low in her chest, she heard the sound of running paws. They approached from deeper in the territory, and the hybrid woman lifted her head in time to see Gabriel arrive. She offered him only the thinnest, briefest half-smile, a forced attempt at happiness to see him. But there was no happy in her soul, just sadness and anger—why would they have done something like this to Fatin?
The red-she wolf spoke, and Kaena's ears did not lift from her shaggy mane. She knew some of Fatin's history and her past, some of the place from whence she came—but Kaena had only taken interest in these things because they were relative to Fatin. Were it not for her personal investment in these faraway happenings, she would not have cared a lick for the wars of distant tribes. Still, the distance was a good thing. They would not pursue her here, and she would be safe with a clan of coyotes at her back, far safer than anywhere else. She was rooted here just as firmly as the hybrid woman herself now, and the coyote woman felt strange, awkward pity that Jaded Shadows had not been here for Fatin to return to the first time around. The hybrid woman could have easily been in the same spot herself, with nothing and nowhere to her name. Instead, Inferni had remained while all else withered and burned, turning to ash as history marched forward. She did not press or comment, simply held the woman there, intent on listening but never prodding her to continue. There was tiredness in her features, sheer and simple exhaustion that Kaena knew all too well.
It was the russet woman's faith in fate that made the Lykoi woman smile this time. She could not relate to that adamant belief, but neither would she mock or jeer her lovely for holding it. Besides, it had almost seemed like fate, it had almost seemed as if they were destined to be with each other. Random chance had helped them stumble across each other in the first place. "I could have done something," she said, still sullen that she had not known better than to seek the red wolf out. Fatin spoke to Gabriel, and her damaged head was ticked into Kaena's body, pressed against her fur. There was warmth, and the hybrid woman's arm snaked about the she-wolf's shoulders, hugging her tighter. "You need to rest," she said thickly, almost feverishly. The silvery hybrid could not stand to see her woman in this state. Kaena would bring her to her own cave and put her to rest in her own bed. It was where the red wolf belonged.
Through all of the damage across the red wolf's body, the hybrid woman could surely still find her beautiful, for it was not so much her external appearance as it was the fire and light in her soul which made her so attractive. Perhaps it was simply their opposite nature, and certainly it had been dumb luck and shared hatred that had brought them together—Kae wondered if they would have ever even known each other if it was not for Salvaged. In that way, the long-dead wolf had finally provided Kaena with something of use, something to thank him for. It was nothing in comparison to all the wrong he had done her, but still, it was some tiny comfort. As she held the battered woman there, the rage still rumbling low in her chest, she heard the sound of running paws. They approached from deeper in the territory, and the hybrid woman lifted her head in time to see Gabriel arrive. She offered him only the thinnest, briefest half-smile, a forced attempt at happiness to see him. But there was no happy in her soul, just sadness and anger—why would they have done something like this to Fatin?
The red-she wolf spoke, and Kaena's ears did not lift from her shaggy mane. She knew some of Fatin's history and her past, some of the place from whence she came—but Kaena had only taken interest in these things because they were relative to Fatin. Were it not for her personal investment in these faraway happenings, she would not have cared a lick for the wars of distant tribes. Still, the distance was a good thing. They would not pursue her here, and she would be safe with a clan of coyotes at her back, far safer than anywhere else. She was rooted here just as firmly as the hybrid woman herself now, and the coyote woman felt strange, awkward pity that Jaded Shadows had not been here for Fatin to return to the first time around. The hybrid woman could have easily been in the same spot herself, with nothing and nowhere to her name. Instead, Inferni had remained while all else withered and burned, turning to ash as history marched forward. She did not press or comment, simply held the woman there, intent on listening but never prodding her to continue. There was tiredness in her features, sheer and simple exhaustion that Kaena knew all too well.
It was the russet woman's faith in fate that made the Lykoi woman smile this time. She could not relate to that adamant belief, but neither would she mock or jeer her lovely for holding it. Besides, it had almost seemed like fate, it had almost seemed as if they were destined to be with each other. Random chance had helped them stumble across each other in the first place. "I could have done something," she said, still sullen that she had not known better than to seek the red wolf out. Fatin spoke to Gabriel, and her damaged head was ticked into Kaena's body, pressed against her fur. There was warmth, and the hybrid woman's arm snaked about the she-wolf's shoulders, hugging her tighter. "You need to rest," she said thickly, almost feverishly. The silvery hybrid could not stand to see her woman in this state. Kaena would bring her to her own cave and put her to rest in her own bed. It was where the red wolf belonged.