I am the shoreline, but you're the sea

Kaena Lykoi · 01-05-2010, 02:22 AM

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There was something Samael possessed for Kaena that none of her other children had. The hybrid had scorned it, turned away from it, and now she was ready to allow Gabriel to use Samael for it. Anything to snipe the monster from his perch, anything to taste vengeance. The hybrid knew what Gabriel needed Samael for, without the golden-black hybrid ever voicing these ideas to her. They were communicated silently, in the festering rage still lurking in the Aquila's eyes, burning brilliant white-hot hatred for the Dahlian subleader. Gabriel would go there tonight with Samael, and he would bring Haku down—or perhaps die trying.

These concerns were voiced to the hybrid then, in the murky and distant voice of her son, absorbing these thoughts. Her solo eye went wide and she could only whine softly. Of what use would she be as an Aquila if she were to suffer the loss of both her sons in one night, for no reason other than to seek their vengeance? Gabriel was her leader; she could not speak out against his will, but the motherly fear for the lives of her children was undeniable. It welled up within her and took hold of her conscious mind. To lose both Gabriel and Samael would be to suffer a worse blow than losing Zulifer and Zarah in the same stretch of two months, to be left with a clan alone—a clan that felt foreign and wrong without the founding leader and her first lover.

Though the silver-furred Centurion could do nothing to bend Gabriel's will, she knew that she had to plead for him to be careful with his life and Samael's. "You have to come back to me," she said simply, showing no disobedience for his order, but instead a perfectly natural mother's worry. Kaena did not wish to lose either of her children, and failure at the Dahlian packlands surely meant death. The ashen-hued canine had contemplating whispering Haku's terrible deed in Samael's ear just to see the fire light behind his eyes, but she had known that sending him alone to seek the brown-furred monster was a certain death sentence. After all, without knowledge of what had provoked Samael to such actions, Gabriel himself might have slain Sam for inciting needless war between the packs, should Kaena have failed to find their Aquila first.

Hestitantly, the ash-dusted coyote stood and straightened herself up, leaning forward to deliver a small and quick lick to her son's burned-gold cheek, unable to face him a minute more. If this was to be their good-bye, she would suffer it no longer. She began walking, slow and purposeful, stealing glances back at Gabriel as she went. When he turned to head for the borders in search of Samael, she would watch him, savoring every sight of her son, for she realized quite well these sights very well might be her last. Beyond that, she would obey him, retreating to the caves and pulling Vieira close to her again, holding the girl for pure comfort as she thought of her sons ravaging their western neighbors, wondering if they would come out of it alive.

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