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Rawr? We should probably talk on AIM!


The little thing was curled up tightly in the middle of the many blankets on top of her bed. She watched the little weasel of a child, the combination of sands in his fluffy fur and the peaceful face of innocence fast asleep. Her frown was not hidden as she stared at the little hybrid child. She could see the wolf in it, along with subtle hints of herself mixed in here and there. The child’s face was sharp, but softer and fuller than that of a coyote’s slim lines. What was worst of all was that she knew nothing about her one-week old son. The moment when she first had recognized the nudges in her womb for what they were she had freaked out. Her mind was still unable to wrap itself around this impossibility. The child had no father, and she was far from fit to become a mother. Yet here she stood and the little heart hummed. He had opened his eyes and looked at her with the eyes draped in baby blue that the majority of the infants shared. This young soul was unwanted, but she had not had it in her to end its life and dispose of the body. Whatever mechanism activated within a mother, it had not skipped her entirely. No matter how little she wanted this, this was her son, and he was part of her and the clan.

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The scarred hybrid headed toward the mansion, guilt hanging heavily over her mind. It had been some time since she had visited Halo; at least a month or more had passed since the Centurion had laid eyes on the inside of the mansion. Each time she had meandered past it, she had been preoccupied with something, unable to stop for even so much as a moment to see her granddaughter. Now, the guilt chewed and rumbled within her, unable to remain caged any longer. Though Kaena did not wish to face Halo's disappointment, she could not spent another moment away. Blood called to blood, it seemed, and as the silver-shaded canine slipped inside of the mansion, nosing through one of the passages appropriate for her four-legged form, the hybrid entered the mansion. Once inside, she felt awkward and out of place as always, this feeling exacerbated by her form. She did not belong beneath this roof in this body, and so she shifted, drawing her two-legged self up and toward Halo's room. She knocked softly on the door, completely unaware of what waited behind it.

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lalalal pp! 300+


She had moved over and into the bed with her son; wrapped her slender frame around his resting body and closed her own eyes in pursuit of rest. Every day seemed more miserable than the next, and so she attempted to spend them dreaming. The knock, careful as it was, roused her from her shallow slumber. The child was alarmed by the sharp movement as the mother reacted with quiet terror. The Hydra’s face turned to look pass her shoulder and to the door leading out into the hallway. It was locked, of course, but that was not enough. She decided to remain silent—pretend that she was not here, but of course the little weasel had to ruin everything. It whimpered and sought its mother’s warmth once again, but wrapping her arms around it did not help. It was awake now. Teeth grinded against each other in resentment, but there was little she could do about it.

She could only pray that whoever was standing outside had not recognized the nature of the sound. ”I’m busy, come back later!” As if returning at a later time would make things better. She should have gotten rid of it, but she knew she did not have what it took to kill the child. She was weak, just as her crimson father had said the night when she came to kill him. Of course he had been right. Blood froze to ice in her veins when Kaena’s voice sounded on the other side of the door. ”Go away,” she hissed, unable to come up with something intelligible. Truth was that she was burnt out—a part of her just wanted that door to be kicked open. Perhaps they would take the child away. Her brain supplied her with multiple crazy solutions for this madness. Her ears fell against auburn locks as the voice did not go away. The child whimpered in light distress as the knocking continued.

With pupils threatening to swallow her ruby hue, the woman finally had to give in. She rose from the bed and ignored the discontent sounds from the child as the free warmth walked away. A parasite was what it was. The key was turned and a click sounded as she unlocked the door that could no longer protect her. Then she opened it.

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[01:21] Sie: zomg

[01:21] Sie: kae is so happy

[01:21] Sie: ahahah

[01:21] Sie: she is like

[01:21] Sie: squeeeeeeeeeee eEEeeEEEeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[01:21] Sie: imagine her like

[01:21] Sie: frolicking in a field with flowers in her hand going EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and twirling around

[01:21] Sie: that is about where she is at


The silver-shaded hybrid had not expected this reaction—she knew it had been a long time since her last visit with Halo, but she hadn't thought such a thing would bring about direct hostility from the girl. Rather than rage at being shut out, however, the silver-shaded coyote felt only a terrible and pressing guilt fall over her. She had failed Halo, but Kaena was certainly not the type to hang her head in defeat and walk away.


The scarred hybrid pressed her forehead to the door, her coal-colored ears pressed back against her skull. “Halo,” she responded, thinking she might reason with the cinnamon-furred hybrid. She was cut short as the girl yelled from the inside of her room. “Halo!” the woman repeated, clearly taken aback by her granddaughter's attitude. Whatever she had expected, it had not been this. She was not going to leave, however, and she continued knocking, until the soft sounds of footsteps from inside the room caught her attention. Her knocking ceased, and she heard the click of the lock.


Kaena did not shove the door open; instead she opened it slowly, peering inside with a guilty and rather stricken look across her face. It faded quickly, however, as the silver-shaded hybrid looked over Halo, her body struck with distinctive signs. There was another smell in the room, sweet and just barely there—bewildered, the silver-shaded coyote looked from the Hydra to her bed, her eye falling on the small and squirming pile there. Though she had been a mother more times than she could clearly remember, the silver-shaded hybrid could not, at this moment, fully comprehend what she had encountered here—this was a great-grandchild, then, a child of Halo herself? Feeling rather weak, the hybrid walked to the bed in an almost wobbly, drunken manner, her coal-colored ears pricked forward in intense interest as she drew back the blanket, crying out in joy at the sight of the tiny thing.


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She had not known what to expect, but she had not seen this coming. The Centurion’s lonely eye was soon captivated by the little form on the bed, and the younger Lykoi could feel the burn in her cheeks. The matriarch entered without another word, walking to investigate this little moving bundle. Behind her, Halo put her hand on her face. There had been an awful lot of crying lately, but her eyes remained dry for now. The scene was still unbearable though, but she had known well that this moment would by far be the worst. She was nervous, afraid of the reaction. Instinct suggested she returned to the child’s side to ensure he was safe, but she refrained, remaining by the door.

Ears fell flat against her rich hair at the cry of joy that escaped the great-grandmother when she saw what it was. Halo wished she could have felt joy like that, but there was so little for the runt. It was clear that this had not been expected, but Halo’s pregnancy had not been easy to detect. Itachi was an only child, and somewhat small for his age, she assumed. How the fuck was she supposed to know? She was no mother—did not know what she was supposed to do. To ask for help had never once crossed her mind. This child shamed her and he had destroyed her life. She wanted to say something to the silvery hybrid, but she did not know what. A few steps were taken towards the great-grandmother and her great-grandchild, but she dared not to interrupt the moment.

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herp derp?


The silver-shaded coyote could not possibly have known of Andrezej's daughters and Niobe's son; this information had never been given to her, and thus, this was her first great-grandchild. Even if she later learned of Artie, the scarred woman would always remember this moment foremost. She had laid eyes on Halo's son first of all, and so he was locked into her mind as such. There was just one puppy here rather than an entire healthy litter, but perhaps that unlocked some of the mystery as to why the cinnamon-shaded wolf had shown no signs of pregnancy. The scarred woman put her hands beneath the puppy and lifted him up, staring into his face, taking in his every detail. The scarred woman squirmed and writhed with excitement; she could hardly contain it. She drew the small, crying thing close to her body and held him against her chest, rocking him back and forth. Her single eye lifted to her granddaughter, a ridiculously frightening and strange grin upon her face. “Halo,” the silver-shaded coyote said softly, pulling one hand away from the small puppy, still gripping him firmly with the other hand. She motioned to the reddish canine to come closer. “He's beautiful,” the silvery woman said, her eyes drawn back to the small puppy. Even three generations separating them, the silver-shaded hybrid saw herself reflected in this tiny little boy, and she swelled with joy and pride at this, clutching for Halo to come closer and share in this joy. She wished for nothing more than for the red-eyed woman to revel in her motherhood.


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derp herp werp


It was strange, actually quite frightening to see the Centurion float about on pink clouds. The Lykoi Matriarch's excitement was overwhelming. It was no short of horrible to witness the scene with its immerse opposites. Halo was not the average mother cherishing her child. She never ceased her attempts to rebuild her life, but new tragedy was thrown into her life at every turn. It had started with her supposed father's lies, but oh no, it had not stopped there. How the hell was she supposed to function when the world was fucking crazy? Oh, she was crazy too, but that was because things refused to make sense. Perhaps she was daddy Sammie's daughter after all. Yes, she felt quite insane at the moment, watching Kaena so easily take the role that was supposed to be Halo. Everything was wrong!


She was holding him now, smiling at the little creep. Fuck! As much as the Hydra did not want to ruin whatever moment Kaena was having here, she couldn't participate as the older coyote wished. "No," she stated, her voice sharp as the sudden lash of a whip. "I did not ask for this," she continued, a rumble blooming within her throat. She wanted to run away, but where could she go? He would be here when she returned--he was everywhere! A part of her! It was impossible. Halo wanted nothing more than to be two months old again and cry into her mother's soft, ivory fur. What a fucking awful day this was. "It's not fair!"

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deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerp


It had not occurred to Kaena that Halo might not have wanted this; it had not occurred to her at all that maybe her cinnamon-furred granddaughter was rejecting this beautiful life. The scarred canine could see him in no other light—he was her flesh and blood, passed down through generations and strengthened by their family. The hybrid's sable ears folded against her head, and she whined loudly at Halo's outburst, clutching the child closer to herself, afraid the yelling would disturb him. “Calm down,” the coyote said, her voice soft though with an authoritarian edge to it—she outranked Halo both in terms of hierarchy and family. “You didn't have to ask for him—he's here. It does not matter how he came to be, he is yours and he is mine all the same,” the hybrid said, staring at Halo. She could not understand the ruby-eyed girl's rejection of this little thing; she could not even begin to fathom it. “I did not ask for Zulifer's children, or Ahren's, or Laruku's—most of my children, I did not ask for. Do you think I'd trade them for anything?” the hybrid asked. She had even only accepted Astaroth's children—this was the closest the silver-shaded woman had come to actively seeking her own progeny.

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derp herp werp


No, she had never asked for this. This.. thing that had come out of her had ruined everything there had been left to ruin. Perhaps things would have been different if she had known a face; a name to blame for the child's existence. She had nothing. She was all alone and she had nothing, no one to blame for this tragedy. She loved Itachi, she could not deny it, but it was only the maternal love programmed into every mother. Kaena's voice sounded and Halo couldn't do anything but to bury her fingers in her copper hair and rip. The way she was "lectured" brought sourness into her stance. Who the hell did the silvery woman think she was? Ruby orbs fled from her grandmother's figure. She knew that she was not the first to end up with an unwanted child. But how could her eye glow with adoration that way?

She wanted to snap and curse at the woman as she spoke of her own litters. She could feel the beautiful burn. "Well, perhaps you should have!" she snapped, only to pull back and turn away from her leader. It was not right to take it out on Kaena. She thought of Samael and what he had done to her. Thought of the cruel fact that it was he and not Vitium that was her father. How could he do such a thing. And why was it so hard for her to live with herself when it was he that had committed the sin. The Lykoi family was so fucked up. Halo was where she belonged, no doubt.

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hurp durp hurrrr


The silver-shaded coyote stared at Halo, one lip curling at the cinnamon-furred woman, though Kaena had no verbal response for the girl's comment. Nothing she could say was right at this point; she could see that in Halo plainly. It was better to let the cinnamon-shaded girl rage and release her anger than make it worse by prodding at the wounds. The coyote woman simply sighed softly and looked back down to the small canine in her arms, squirming with the flurry of activity from his mother. She stroked at the top of the puppy's head gently, her gaze returning to Halo after a few moments, allowing the cinnamon-furred woman to cool her head. “You'll love him, sooner or later.” she said. It was simple; there was no accusation or demand to the silver-shaded woman's voice. She spoke from experience—as she had learned to love her own children, Halo would learn to love this child.

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derp herp werp


She was not scolded for stepping out of line. From the corner of her eye, she watched the silver-shaded form of Kaena and the child. When words finally were spoken, she knew that Kaena was right. She did not want to deal with this, but she could not change things. Itachi could not be undone. It was strange to think that she had given birth to a new generation of the Lykoi blood. She ought to be pleased, but everything was sour and tragic within her. Truth be told, Halo's year had been horribly tough on her. Time would always help mend wounds. They had been ripped open again and again, but she would just have to attempt to close them again and again and again. Nothing else to do. Happy ever after did not exist for this family. Perhaps Halo was supposed to carry her scars on the inside. She turned to fully face the two; the squirming child and the great.grandmother. At least she was not entirely alone any more.

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