a simple explanation.
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10-30-2007, 03:31 PM
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continued from here. sorry, short. ;;
10-31-2007, 12:25 AM
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Nobo'y woul' dare,he shot right back, smirking at Samael. After all, he was a prince; nobody was stupid enough to mess with the boy of a demon. He wasn't entirely sure whether his immaturity was displayed in such arrogance simply to piss Samael off, or if it was really a product of his being a child. For the sake of holding on to the dignity and the devilish evil he possessed, he really did hope it was the former. Then again, the possibility that Samael would be the one to rip his tongue off was not particularly appealing, either. The boy merely continued to sneer in such a way that he looked quite spoiled, tail lashing behind him, and then his eyes glinted in the sunlight as his head turned quickly towards his half-brother once more.
10-31-2007, 12:18 PM
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i love your set. o:
10-31-2007, 01:12 PM
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He, of course, didn't know the history behind Samael's birth. Had he known, he probably wouldn't have been any more frightened; a lack of outward emotion seemed pretty apparent in him. No, the only thing he believed he would have felt was jealousy; he was an unplanned child, a mistake, but that fed his desire to rip apart the bastards who'd brought him into the world with no intention to. His older half-sibling, however, had a purpose. Andre wasn't one to consider it for long, given the uselessness that all of the Lykois seemed to portray, for he always seemed to find them lounging around on the sand or walking aimlessly without a sense of direction. He didn't really care. When the blur that was his black and gold brother shot into motion, he backed up, though he himself bristled, as well. Tension lingered strong in the air, shoved forward by Samael and absorbed greedily by the chaotic youngster. Oh, he expelled his own, having found a good reason to justify his seemingly reasonless hatred of the beast, but it wasn't half as much as he sucked in. Grinning quite sanely, though with his love of the danger and the burning rage drawn openly across it, he sat back and raised his head.
10-31-2007, 03:03 PM
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10-31-2007, 04:29 PM
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With some sort of precision that he didn't quite know he had, the boy stepped back once more and to the side, neatly evading the paw that shot out at him. It was narrow, of course, and he felt Samael's nail—at least one of them—stir his coat. The quick evasion had not intentionally placed him in the way of what could potentially have been harm, but he wasn't too concerned; it hadn't hit him, and therefore, it was nothing to worry about. He merely grimaced at his brother, no longer smirking but still with the aura of dry amusement that did not fit a child.
12-04-2007, 01:20 PM
There was an intrigue for the child. A curiosity that allowed him to wonder about the boy, and to almost want to see what he'd one day become. Perhaps it was something of their similar nature that held him so interested, or simple amusement that a child could be bred of such a twisted nature. But it was nothing new, for he and his own litter bore their own satanic roots and chaotic destinies, but the children born before had been almost a disappointment, running off to live with wolves, or simply disappearing entirely. Even Molochai, Kaena's once prized son had been gone for nearly a year, and Samael had almost had something of a respect for his golden brother. Already he could tell this child would one day prove a challenge, for there was an inbred hatred between the siblings that would more than likely lead to bloodshed in the future. Lowering his head almost to his forepaws, crimson gaze fixed on the smaller coyote.
"Interesting," he said, voice lacking any of the emotion such a statement may of held. "Why don't we make a deal?" The older Lykoi began, twisted an ear toward his sibling. "I'll let you go today, and you can go back to doing whatever it is that puppies like to do, but only on one condition." And here something of a smile crept across his muzzle, hollow gaze glittering with some malicious intent. "That one day in the future, when you grow up big and strong you'll ensure you'll try to kill me. I need something to look forward to." Oh, he knew it would be a simple task, because already he could see the hatred growing beneath the surface of the boy. That lack of emotion that showed his unconcern for even those bound by blood. And that he'd probably enjoy shedding the elder prince's blood.
12-09-2007, 12:32 PM
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Fine,the child remarked, though his fur did not flatten itself, nor did the glint in his eye that spoke of murder disappear. Instead, the tensed young coyote simply turned away from Samael, not caring whether he was struck down from behind by a brother who probably was lying (though he had no guarantee) and readied himself to leave. There was no point staying around for a fight that wouldn't happen, and he could find better victims to torture. Even his brother and sister would be better game for him than the older man was proving to be.
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