12-03-2009, 03:09 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The smaller canine wordlessly climbed into the bed with the elder hybrid, and settled down slowly, fearfully. She was obviously still expecting of some more punishment from the silver-furred werewolf, who could hardly even remember the offense that Vieira had committed in the first place, if there even had been one. There was the dream, and Haku's face imprinted on her mind for eternity—above all else, that sang and screamed to her, his mocking blue eyes and maniacal laughter. As the other coyote settled next to her, the hybrid realized they were not touching; the smaller canid had left just the slightest bit of space between them, enough so that Kaena could certainly feel her warmth, but there was none of that unwelcome connection Kaena could not handle. The coyote could not encourage Vieira to turn around and face her, or anything; she simply laid her head down next to the coyote, pushing forward just slightly so that her nose was almost touching the longer fur about her neck. The hybrid inhaled the other woman's scent, her half-lidded golden eye regarding the back of the other canine's head, pondering how easy it would be to reach around and crush her throat, erradicating all external knowledge of what had occurred this morning. Only Kaena would know what had transgressed this morning, then—only she would have to live with the awful knowledge of what she'd done. One silvery hand lifted from the stone of her bed, and the hybrid extended it over the other canine, hovering it over the tawny-gray fur of her shoulder for a moment before placing it there, quelling the tremble that had risen in it to stroke the other canine's fur softly. Her touch was entirely different than it had been before; there was no element of sadism to it, no intent to hurt, no edge of sexual desire—this was simple comfort, and the hybrid mouthed the words I'm sorry to the fur of Vieira's neck. |