10-16-2009, 07:55 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> -- The silver-furred coyote remained stiff and still for the longest time, listening to the creeping darkness. The air here was stagnant; no breezes blew to tell her what approached. She remained seated, utterly frozen in place and unwilling to move. In some strange way, she knew; there could be no other that would stalk her this far so quietly, making a noise in the slightest moment of carelessness. A moan welled up from somewhere in the hybrid's soul, some part of herself she had locked away so long ago, the last vestige of child within Kaena, that part of her which was curled shaking in a corner at that moment. She breathed, and he came to her, sliding from the depths of shadow like the monster he had proclaimed himself, the fresh scar across his face intimately familiar to the hybrid woman. Her own new additions itched at the sight of him, hole in her shoulder perhaps stirring in recognition of the one who had taken the flesh from it. He was there for almost an instant before he moved, swift and as fast as ever, crashing headlong into the desk, his claws scrabbling on its surface as he sought a hold to vault himself over. The coyote was already out of the chair and moving, the book forgotten already, tossed to the floor with a thud by the man's hands. The candle remained, off to the side and shifted some by his movement, still upright by some miracle of gravity. Her back pressed against the cool spines of old books, a snarl already planted on her face before the fear could capture her emotion and express itself there, a guttural growl rumbling up from her throat. The urge to run screamed in her legs, but they remained where they were, as the chocolate-furred man's form filled the doorway, blocking the only escape she had. Lurching forward, the hybrid readied her hands, her claws extending outward in wicked curves, just as ready to rip and rend his flesh. There was only aggression in her own body language, a thousand words jumbled in her head but none escaping her throat, only that low, thundering rumble of a growl from somewhere deep within the hybrid's soul. The hybrid did not need to ask why he had come; it was all too clear. Vengeance was her primary motivation, why would others not seek the same? So she remained, ready and already raging for the fight, though that fearful thing still cried out for her life. Her body had spoken, however, and the ridge of fur rising along her spine spoke only of anger, filtering out even the slightest hint of that whining child. There was no room for that in this moment; that kind of thinking would get her killed, and fast. |