just don't let me go

Kaena Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 07:00 AM

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Maybe 2 moar posts and new thread? Big Grin

The coyote woman smiled sadly at his response, though she was still hopeful. Maybe home's song sang in the blood, and knowledge was not required to reach it; the hybrid woman could not tell. She had always known Inferni, or so it would seem—the first two years of her life without it were blurred and distant, seemingly unimportant without the clan. "Ah, well... perhaps they'll wander back on their own, someday," she said. It was sad to think she had such young grandchildren and she could not come into contact with them, but at least she had Razekiel back—she was glad for this. Without him, after all, she wouldn't even have her grandchildren, and without him back she wouldn't even know they existed.

"It must be nice, to abandon the past," she said wistfully, tilting her head in contemplation. Would she erase her pain if she could? It was quite likely she would; Haku's wounds bore freshest on her mind, weighing heavily over her at all times. The silvery hybrid did not know if she would recover from them without some magical mind wipe—though she suspected Razekiel's particular brand of choice rather spaced out one's mind, and her sharpness there was one thing the coyote woman could not afford to lose. Time had not been kind to her distant memories, and the coyote woman did not wish to accellerate the natural processes of aging beyond any speed they already traveled.

Razekiel described them and the hybrid sighed happily, content for the moment to imagine them. They sounded so young; the coyote smiled widely at the thought of bouncing Lykoi children elsewhere. There were already Ahemait's children, raised in seclusion away from Inferni; there could be any number of Kerberos's children existing in the world, scattered to the wind, and Kaena would never know it. "They sound beautiful," she said, wishing she could see them for herself. "It... is good, though," she ventured, "good that they are growing away from here, where it's safe," she said. Inferni could be deadly to children—Ikatha and Baneesh had suffered death at a lone wolf's fangs in their young childhood. The hybrid's eyes fell on Razekiel's numerous piercings, simple bibelots studded into his coyote ears. They spoke volumes about the other world which he had lived in—such things might make for painful reminders that Inferni did not live in such a rose-shaded world, should an opponent choose to target them.

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