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Samael Lykoi · 02-11-2011, 02:38 AM

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“Bleed for me. I am God,” he said softly, his nails piercing her flesh, dragging slowly through the skin and bringing forth the desired red. She was his, just as he belonged to Kaena. The mark of her possession glinted in the dim light of the cave, catching the light and reflecting it back. Outside, the world was cold and frozen, but Samael felt no need to emerge from the darkness. Here, he had her, and she belonged to him, both in body and soul. He’d captured her. She belonged to him. Her body may have been perfection—well, almost, for she was no Lykoi—but her soul was empty. He almost pitied her, but he would purify her. Her blood would please the Angel. He would offer her up to him.

His tongue ran across her flesh, drinking her in. Crimson eyes met those of an almost equal shade, forcing his affection on her, and his love. She was hollow. He was enthralled, possessed. Only Kaena held his heart, but he could pretend otherwise. She was useful, just as those that died for the gods, bleeding out on stone altars to false idols when only the Angel was worthy of such attention. But he was here, and everywhere else for a purpose. He was a prince there, just as he was meant to be. Here, he was nothing more than a lowly madman—a vagabond, shunned by all save for his love. Holy Gabriel meant to kill him, he knew—he could see it in his eyes, and in the way that he looked at him. They were all unworthy. They were all so ignorant.

He’d gone home, but perfection could not be found without the one he dreamed of each and every time he closed his eyes, no matter his mindset. He’d returned. And he’d brought his pet with him, to keep him company along the way. She was of his blood, though not of his mother’s. “Get food,” he hissed between razor sharp teeth, exhausted, writhing in the dirt. He couldn’t be bothered to tend to himself. He was a prince, after all. She vanished out into the light. He remained in the dark, suddenly immobile, barely stirring even to inhale or exhale.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-12-2011, 01:31 AM

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Slowly, she was feeling better. As she loped past the skull-lined, snow-piled borders of Inferni, she reflected on what had changed in the days before the current. Her head still ached, but only at night when she slept and her leg felt better with every step. It was her chest that continued to be a problem. It burned with each breath, and hadn't stopped since the incident with the pine tree. Irritated, the spawn of Gabriel de le Poer rubbed at the lower branches of her ribcage through her russet pelt, swearing softly beneath her breath. How stupid was she to be wandering about the wasted lands surrounding her beautiful coyote kingdom while injured? Ezekiel would certainly be angry. Certainly.

Silence overtook the air as she paused in step, sniffing softly in search of strangers who might cause harm. Though the war was long since past, she maintained her nervous habits that she was sure could save her life someday. There was something on the air, blood and a familiar but strange scent that flitted around in memory without identifying itself. As usual, her curiosity prevailed over self-preservation, proving the reason why she needed the golden prince who had been born alongside her. Talitha's legs carried her across the ground with languid steps, searching for the source of the scent she had caught just barely on the breeze.

Of course, it led her to a cave. Everything strange and potentially dangerous led her to places where it could maximize the lack of safety. Her crimson eyes rolled as she gave an annoyed scoff, returning to the front in order to peer into the darkness. Her fingers clutched the edge of the opening, wondering what lived inside. There was something there, hidden amongst the shadows she didn't want to look at. Andrezej popped up in the corners of her mind, laughing in the cold way she remembered. Something about the cave itself was simply wrong. Wrong.

"Hello?" she murmured, voice laced with a sultry croon that she had acquired over the fall. If it was someone's home, she may as well know then. And if not, she wondered what had taken up residence.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 02:39 AM

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He was the monster waiting in the darkness, crouched in the space beneath the bed, hiding in the blackest recesses of the child’s bedroom closet. He was the tree limb clawing at the window glass in the moonlight, and he was the ghostly footfall in the attic as the house slowly settled for the evening. Crimson eyes opened, nostrils flaring as something moved outside of the cave—something that was not his little pet. Jaws parting wide, connecting only by thin, gleaming tendrils of saliva, he hissed softly, slowly shifting to a low crouch. It was not his beloved, though the scent was familiar—he’d met this creature before. Gabriel!, screamed the voice, laughing shrilly. He was close to Gabriel’s nest, and this creature reeked of his half-brother.

Claws digging trenches in the dirt, he slowly, tentatively crept forward—breath tearing past his teeth in a quiet snarl. The light would burn his eyes, he knew. One touch of sunlight and he’d burst into flames. Suddenly, he sprang into sight, screeching like a banshee as he lunged. Eyes wide and mad, he snapped his teeth together, emitting a loud snarl. Fur bristling, back arched, he swayed slightly from side to side before all motion ceased. “Gabriel,” he hissed, his voice ragged. “Darling Gabriel made you,” he purred, silence following this proclamation as vision narrowed.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-12-2011, 10:37 AM

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The darkness warped as something stirred, leaving Talitha with a sense of foreboding that was unfamiliar. Something was there, and it was wrong, and she shouldn't have approached. She certainly shouldn't have said hello. She shouldn't have invited it into the light. But it came anyways, with crimson eyes and feral gaze, springing from her nightmares into the snow that surrounded her. Startled, she stumbled back, losing balance and falling into the blanketed white that sat beneath her. A monster from her memories, lacking the booze-laced aura he owned back then. Something named only by stories from the pack.

"Gabriel. Darling Gabriel made you."

She watched the stranger-Lykoi's eyes shrink down and listened as his words faded into nothing. Like the princess she was, she gave a grimace at the ground and pulled herself up, wrapping an arm about the splintered ribs she would suffer later. Her maw opened briefly, but closed, no words escaping. What could she say to this clearly insanity? He was gone, mentally. Far gone. Her Massacre eyes cast curious glances over his body as she sought for something to reply with.

"Yes. He's my father, don't you remember?" she asked the monster who had emerged from its den. A wary murmur, filled with the knowledge that she could be in danger, so far away from her saviour and her hero. Gabriel would be furious, and if he wasn't then Ezekiel would be. But her curiosity had brought her there, and her curiosity and fear kept her rooted in place. "If you're a Lykoi, why aren't you in Inferni." Her eyes danced over his crimson Star, marking him as blood. Some strange and distant blood who was no longer a member of her family, not if he willingly took his place outside of the hallowed halls of her kingdom.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-14-2011, 05:42 AM

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Fire and brimstone and a thousand other wretched things were what he dreamed of in his waking moments. Memories came and went. Sense of being shifted and undulated like ripples on a lake. Some days he was Samael, and other days he was a plethora of ancient, forgotten demons torn from the pages of story books. Today, he knew where he was. Today, he knew that this was his niece, fathered by his own brother. Even so, he stared through a window fogged and frozen, unclear. Her name escaped him, if he’d ever known it. He’d always been terrible with remembering names. She fell back into the snow and he stood silently, only breathing—his breath a pale plume exhaled from his nostrils on the frigid air.

But she rose, clutching at some unseen injury buried beneath her flesh—or perhaps atop, just beneath the fur, dark and lurid across the sallow skin. His eyes focused momentarily on this, imagining—his tongue caressing the edges of his teeth, enticed by the very thought of weakness. “I do,” he said, voice serpentine. Dear, sweet messenger, with the voice of God behind him, Samael could not forget, for he was the adversary. His beloved was of the highest order, but he and his sibling were meant to murder one another. Good and evil, yin and yang, Samael’s heaven may be another’s hell.

He laughed at her question, her accusation. His loyalty had always been to Kaena, not to the clan that she had created. He’d only remained there for so long as it was a part of her, nothing more. He’d been the dog waiting on the doorstep for its master’s return, but she never had. It’d wounded his heart and he’d fled, only for her to return while his back was turned. He belonged in her arms. He wished to die in her embrace. She was the only mortal alive that he could love, and he existed for her touch. And yet the instant that she returned his affection he was sure that he would burst into flame. “I choose not to be,” he said, for it was true.

He made his own destiny.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-14-2011, 10:24 AM

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It seemed he did remember her, and her father, and he knew they were connected by blood. Her ears had caught stories of the unwanted beast who still lived amongst them. The Uncle she had never put a face to. Her head didn't draw his name from the archives, uncaring. Who he was didn't matter at the moment, not outside of her coyote-run kingdom. In the snow, he was like any other bastard child of hybrids, nameless and unimportant. Talitha's fingers dusted snow from the grey, worn skirt that wrapped carefully around her hips.

He laughed at her question, and her mind turned from the possibility that another family member could return to the fold. The man who was before her, frazzled and insane, was no Lykoi. He was nothing, not anymore. Her crimson eyes, eyes that mirrored his but came from a different strain of family, narrowed at his laughter, at his words. "I choose not to be." Her head tilted to the side, wondering what sort of beast she had come upon who didn't wish to be with the family that made him.

"Then what are you, if not a Lykoi?" she asked. Though others might have accepted him as what he was, the de le Poer princess felt differently. Lykois stayed inside of Inferni. Even the more vile ones that she refused to trust, like Sepirah. She had never seen outsiders bearing the crimson star, but this male did. She had never seen outsiders claim lineage from Kaena Lykoi, but this one did. Somehow. Still, she placed him in the category of outsider, and outsiders couldn't be family in the mind of the hybrid female.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-14-2011, 08:47 PM

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“I am a Lykoi,” he said, his voice raising slightly, anger sparking through his words. To doubt him of his heritage and his bloodline would only invoke wrath from the prince. His expression contorted, taking on a menacing air—brow knitted and lips pulled back over yellowed fangs. “I don’t need to swear loyalty to your father to prove that,” he continued, anger unabated. Only once had the pair ever reached an agreement and seen eye to eye. He should have died that day than be allowed to crawl off into the sunset, alive and miserable for his failure.

The older he got, the less reliable he seemed to become. He was better off crouching beneath the bed, unseen—only heard when the house fell silent and sleep was held at bay by terrifying thoughts of gnarled claws and skeletal figures. Madness was perhaps only a symptom of genius, but Samael was far beyond proving himself useful. He was the weakest link, unable even to control the demons within his head and retain a singular sense of being.

He was collapsing from the inside out, like a star before implosion, sucking everything into the void that dared attempt to draw close to him.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-15-2011, 12:42 AM

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and the shade replied, with a graceful glide, “Why I'm the ghost of a flower.”

"I am a Lykoi."

His voice rose a notch as he refuted her words, and she could sense the anger she had caused in her declaration. But it was true. In the crimson eyes of the de le Poer princess, the male who was before her lacked the true loyalties of anyone who deserved a Lykoi name. He thought otherwise. "I don't need to swear loyalty to your father to prove that." Her ears swiveled to the words, face falling solemn and eyes narrowing as she watched him against the snowy ground.

"You don't need to swear loyalty to my father, no, but Lykois don't deserve breath outside of Inferni," she shot back, fingers clenching into fists against her arms. Inferni, her motherland. Her home. And he cast it aside for reasons unknown, but reasons unworthy. Talitha's head twitched upward ever so slightly, a regal motion to give regal stance. Her mind hadn't changed for years, and it certainly wouldn't afford her the chance to walk away with her skin as she argued his lineage with him.

She argued with a madman, of course, but her pride held firm.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-15-2011, 01:27 AM

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“And who are you to make such declarations?” he spat, finding her insolence positively tiring. He’d done his time and for a large portion of his life he’d sworn loyalty to the clan, offering his life up for everything that it stood for. He’d have died for them without a second thought, just as he’d still die for Kaena to this day. He’d fought and he’d bled for Inferni, and he’d bowed his head to a crown that felt wrong, and yet here she pretended as though he’d done nothing for his family. This infuriated him. She was nothing more than a naïve, ignorant child. He was allowed to see the world and make his own destiny. He was not a slave to them.

Kaena had left for what felt like an eternity, tearing a dark, gaping hole into his life. Even Gabriel had left and fought his distant war across the land. Talitha herself didn’t hold a spotless record with Inferni. He’d tear out her throat were she not a Lykoi, thus belonging to his mother in his eyes. No matter his feelings, he recalled his loyalty to that blood and to anything blessed by Kaena. She’d gone out and procreated, and it was now his duty to carry on where age slowed her down. Eterne had reinforced this within him, turning what he did naturally into a legitimate purpose. He would father as many mad, Lykoi children as he could until the air was torn from his lungs and the life from his veins.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-15-2011, 10:44 AM

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She tried to think of others who had left and who were still accepted in the family that had, in its own way, raised her to the uncomfortable age of maturity she had reached. She could think of none. They all came back to the fold. But this coyote, this crazy thing she stared at with Massacre eyes, hadn't. He seemed so adamant that he was Lykoi, but he chose to live on the outside. She wondered if God looked on him with the same favor that He did Gabriel, or the rest of her home. He was still coyote, perhaps more-so than even she was, and that left him with some respect.

His question went unanswered by the russet female, her gaze falling behind him and into the darkness of the cave he had appeared from. How many times had she left the same home, to wander alone for months? If he was not a Lykoi, then she couldn't claim that right herself. But she had been forgiven, and perhaps that reinstalled her name to her soul. Her expression turned solemn. It was a question she could pose to what was left of her family at a later time, and Gabriel would have an answer like he always did. Gabriel was God, and he knew everything about everything, and she went to him for guidance without thinking that someday, someday, he wouldn't have the answers she needed.

Blind faith led her to the thoughts she held about others, and she wondered what this relative held faith in. Silent, she moved closer, approaching the cave rather than the coyote himself. The mental degradation of her family members was not unknown to her, but she had never seen it so full-blown as she did in the male who was now beside her. "Who are you?" she asked, a question that she should have wondered first.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-16-2011, 05:58 AM

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Reality didn’t exist for him the same as it did for others. There was no questioning him or his beliefs—no changing who or what he was. He breathed fire and saw the burning plains of Gehenna spread out before his eyes. He could pass between this world and the next as easily as one could cross the boundary between Inferni and the outside world.

“Samael Lykoi,” he said, ensuring that the emphasis was on his surname. He leaned against the wall of the cave, peering on with a wary gaze. “Who are you?” he asked, his cheek touching the stone wall, gently grazing it even as he watched her, carefully as a cat surveying its potential prey.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-16-2011, 10:28 AM

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Her thoughts twisted into corridors that she would never remember as there, searching for answers about the uncle who had been cast out of their lives. The crazy uncle who seemed so much worse than Andrezej. She had heard the name on the wind, but had never asked questions. She felt it was better not to know, better to be in the dark, when it came to problems within their family heritage. Even her own history was littered with 'wrong'.

He emphasized the surname, as if it mattered more than the name he had been given by his mother, Kaena. The de le Poer woman turned her eyes to him, pushing hair from her sight; she wondered what kept him outside of Inferni. She had run away, but she could never leave. Gabriel tied her to that patch of land, and even when Gabriel was gone, she was sure she'd stay. He was free. She was shackled. A vague sense of jealousy pass over her.

"Who are you?"

"Talitha Lykoi." Instead of a falsified name, she simply came clean. He was family, he knew she was the daughter of Gabriel. If she gave some other silly name, he was sure to know she lied. Though she lied so frequently, when caught, it was an awful offense.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-16-2011, 10:11 PM

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Samael had abused members of his own family. His morality swayed, though his initial view on those of Lykoi blood was to spare them of his wrath. Even so, if they slipped just beneath his skin, they would find a very wicked creature indeed in the Prince of Fear. Only Kaena held his true adoration. Only she would he never dare lay a hand on, no matter how much she rejected him or turned away. He’d still crawl to her on his hands and knees, kissing the soles of her feet. Of course, the only rejection she’d ever shown him was neglecting him in the wake of her last litter of children. This couldn’t be helped, though it’d wounded his heart. And then she’d left. Misery and anguish had sent him spiraling downward into the abyss.

One could only survive for so long with such heartache as he’d felt. No one else alive could ever take her place. But she lived and breathed, and his agony had eased. Now, only the remnants of emotion remained, ghostly and distorted. She gave her name. He smiled. “Well, little Lykoi, what shall you tell your father of me when you return home?” Since he knew the stories would shortly unfold and his presence would be quickly revealed. It didn’t please him, but it couldn’t be helped either. He was no coward, hiding away. But he wouldn’t run straight into the heart of Inferni—he doubted Gabriel would appreciate his presence.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-16-2011, 10:33 PM

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She wondered what others would think when she finally returned home, smelling of the infamous Samael Lykoi. Would she be punished, or would they worry that he had hurt her like Andrezej? Either was plausible. She didn't really have to think of it until her uncle asked a question that made the cogs turn. "What shall you tell your father of me when you return home." What would Gabriel want to know? Would he wonder? She turned to face the lost coyote, smiling a saccharine smile. "I won't tell him anything, uncle." It was truth. When questioned, if questioned, she would feign ignorance. She didn't need her father to know stress from the presence of some outsider.

Her fingers grasped at the edge of the den she stood near, searching for something to offer balance. She needed it, as her mind wondered what had sent Samael away. Her weight shifted, back leaning against the rock. "Why did you leave Inferni?" It was a simple question, with so many possibilities for answers. The first she thought of, as she always thought of in any situation, was that Gabriel had ruined something. God giveth and God taketh away. Gabriel had the chances to bring color to life and destroy the living all in one graceful turn. It made sense that her manifestation of perfection had destroyed the lives of many who lived outside of the walls of Inferni.

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Samael Lykoi · 02-20-2011, 12:34 AM

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He couldn’t trust anyone. Words were lies, never to be believed. He knew how the world really worked. Promises were false. Selfishness was the only truth. Everyone was only working to make themselves happy, in everything that they did. Even if she didn’t run crying to Gabriel about finding him, it would be for some ulterior motive that he could only guess at. His presence would be revealed sooner or later anyway.

He almost intended it, or he wouldn’t be lurking so close to Inferni’s borders. The world was wide and vast and he could go anywhere, but he was drawn here. Kaena was here. “I needed to find something,” he said, which wasn’t completely false. He’d found Eterne, and he’d found the coyote of his father’s blood. “I found it,” he said, his face slowly breaking into a purely wicked expression—something sinister, and something impure.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-20-2011, 04:09 PM

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Her mind wandered over her own reasons for leaving as she waited for her uncle to respond. She wondered if his reasons were sound. Of course, when he revealed them, she saw that they weren't really. "I needed to find something." Something that was unknown to the rest of the world, located only in the mind of the twisted coyote uncle. He found it, or so he claimed. As she glanced around, she started to believe it was imaginary. There didn't seem to be anything there worth...finding. There wasn't anything that could be worth enough to leave a family and home behind, unless it hid in the darkness of the den.

She smiled, a return of expression in counter to Samael's strangely sinister face. "I suppose I've never lost something worth searching for. How far did you have to go to find it?" she inquired, straightening herself and pushing russet locks out of her face. Land was only so big before it turned into water and then back into land once more. How far did he need to travel before he came upon the treasure he had searched for?

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Samael Lykoi · 02-20-2011, 10:30 PM

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The Angel had shown him the way, leading him to the edge of the world. There, he’d become complete. Kaena was only one half of him. The other was dead and buried, living only in the blood of his children and in the single memento hanging around his mother’s neck. He lived in Samael’s blood-red eyes, but Samael did not love his father as he loved his mother. The man deserved to die for daring to try and harm her.

There was no love lost between father and son. But Samael had travelled to his father’s home, finding recognition with the other half of his family. He’d taken Xochime home with him. “To where the sun sets,” he said, remembering the heat of the desert. He hadn’t lost a thing, and he’d never implied such, but he found something worth looking for at the bottom of the earth.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-23-2011, 10:39 AM

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To where the sun sets.

The cryptic words didn't register as sense to the mind of the Lykoi woman. Having never been out of Canada herself, she could only assume the sun sat against the western horizon, when she noticed it set at all. Her days ran together like rivers into the ocean. Her colors drifted into a flat mass of useless sight. She lived, and she waited patiently to pass away into nothing, just like the mother she assumed dead.

"And what did you find there?" she asked, settling her crimson gaze on his face with a curious sublayer. His mind was twisted, far more twisted than any other she had seen in her lifetime. More twisted than Andrezej. More twisted than her own. And what had done such a thing for him? Who had caused his mind to collapse into that state? "You don't have much sanity left, do you, Uncle."

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Samael Lykoi · 02-28-2011, 03:34 AM

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“I found the end of the world,” he said, grinning maliciously. What would she be able to understand of Eterne? It was inconceivable to creatures that didn’t belong. She was a Lykoi, but she did not belong to his father’s family. He was a prince in every way imaginable, but his second kingdom was distant and far removed from anything here.

She didn’t need to know.

He knew what he meant.

It didn’t matter what she thought of him or his explanations. She questioned his sanity. He sneered. “You could say it’s subjective,” he answered, cold clarity in his blood red eyes.

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Talitha de le Poer · 02-28-2011, 01:09 PM

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More cryptic turns of phrase, leaving the princess tumbling in her own mind. He'd found the end of the world, a place she couldn't understand, and wouldn't elaborate. Of course not, for she was a stranger and possibly his enemy and to give honest answers to such a creature would be foolish. Even the Lykoi woman could see that problem. He sneered as she took his mind into consideration. His sanity was 'subjective'. Her crimson gaze turned away, seeking out her home with anxious determination.

"Sanity is not subjective."

The statement was firm, clear spoken but lacking conviction. Starting an argument with something potentially dangerous was not in her agenda, nor would she have desired it if she had room for such a thing. The russet princess pulled herself away from the entrance to the den, ears flattening against her skull in silent show of unease. Her conversation with the coyote was over, she knew. She didn't need anything from him, and he wouldn't give anything to her regardless. "I suppose this is where I bid you a familiar farewell."

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