M - running up that road

Talitha de le Poer · 05-26-2011, 05:33 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Crappy first post for Hybrid. Ahem. Forward dated to the 29th, after Caillen and Talitha get it on. I guess she's technically in heat, and technically smells like him. Small details. Forest of Nod.

In the darkness, the trees had lives of their own. For Talitha, this had always been a fact, but in the shadows that wrapped around her in that moment, there was nothing for her to fear there in Nod. How queer, for usually there would always be the remaining traces of her demon Uncle, dead now in the burning fires of Hell as her father claimed. There was nothing haunting her. There were no golden eyes to fear. There was only Talitha, in her subtly drunken stupor as she rested against a heavy tree. Her mind was elsewhere, as usual, this time resting still in the heavy arms of her Winters lover.

Oh, as it had been the first time, their encounter had been magnificent. Leaving him had hurt. Despite this, she had returned to Inferni without care, unwilling to admit words to herself that may have been so clear to everyone else. Caillen was simply furniture. Handsome, hybrid furniture that she would never stay with. She couldn't. Inferni was her home; he had no place within it. The faintest laugh escaped her, mournful in all its amusement. Naturally, Talitha would be left alone, replaced in the lives of those most important to her once they found a better version, just like her mother had.

Silence came upon her as she sat at the base of her tree, crimson eyes staring into the night without a reason to pay attention.

Hybrid Holocaust · 06-06-2011, 07:02 PM

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While border checks were normally a routine comfort for Hybrid, this one set him on edge. He could detect a change in surroundings: there was a subtle scent lingering upwind and the trees were broken in a way that indicated carelessness. He normally wouldn’t have noticed the broken branches, but the scent of alcohol made him doubly alert this night. The sudden shift in the wind brought him this foreign smell, making his fur bristle and stand on end. He didn’t like having to deal with drunkards, but he decided to venture forth in case it was a wolf who had wandered too far into the forest thinking it was still the Dampwoods.

Hybrid frowned when he came closer and found himself growing annoyed when realization dawned. Talitha, who had the scent of a coyote in heat, was the drunkard. He should have suspected it, but he was never able to predict that girl. He didn’t understand anything about her, least of all what motivated her to drink.

He started to move to leave when he inelegantly stepped on a dry branch. The sound of a snap was loud and was followed by another snap as he rested his hind leg on another branch. He flinched with each snap and cast a sideways glance at Talitha, wondering if she’d heard him. Most likely.

He flattened his ears and took a few steps closer. “Drinking alone,” he commented. He didn’t fucking know what to say. It wasn’t his way to offer help back to the mansion on the edge of the forest, so he was absolutely at a loss as to what to do. It would probably have just been better to leave. Talitha would easily find a way to twist his words and actions; no matter harmless they were, into something malevolent in her head.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-09-2011, 03:50 PM

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She didn't expect the approach of another as she sat, bringing the cool bottle to her lips in order to further fuel her alcoholic vices. Of course, it had always been that what she didn't expect happened. The snapping of dry branches made her look up sharply, crimson eyes narrowing into the fading light. Who was it? Who had decided to pester her? It didn't take long to see that it was only Hybrid. A sigh escaped the rusty-coated female, her eyes closing once more. His voice made her ears twitch briefly, followed by a drunken laugh.

"Not if ya join me, Hybrid." His niece's voice, while still fairly soft and almost dismayed, was set atop a bed of flirtation. She realized who he was. Oh, it was strange indeed to flirt with the uncle she hated so much, the uncle who — as far as she was aware — found females to be vile. Regardless, she gave him an affectionate smile and a brief wink and shifted ever so slightly to lean towards him. "Whaddya say?" One arm extended to offer him the bottle, though she expected he wouldn't take it.

Hybrid Holocaust · 06-15-2011, 09:20 PM

Hybrid recoiled, half in surprise and half in disgust. If he joined her? Why would he ever do that? Surely she knew he did not indulge in the many hedonistic whims of his fellow clan-members. Surely she recalled the Halloween when the entire clan had tried to cajole him into trying all sorts of horrible substances. He grimaced and then sneered after he realized it was just a jab. If that was what he got for trying to be pleasant, it wasn't surprising that he never talked to her. She never had anything respectful to say in turn. Moreover, to make matters worse, he didn't like the light and airy quality voice, which made it sound like she was gently cooing to him. It was like she was a bird and he was her friend. But he was not her friend and she was not a bird, so he knew she was making fun of him and he did not like being made fun of.

She shifted closer and then extended her arm to him, brandishing a bottle of who-knows-what with a flourish. She even winked!

Hybrid could not help but notice the slur and imprecise pronounciation of her words as she spoke. He tried not to wince, but it didn't work. Not only was he being made fun of, he was being made fun of by a drunk girl. How pathetic!

"No," he repied with a sneer and something of a sour grimace, "thank you." He paused and then frowned. "I don't drink." But she knew that already.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-23-2011, 11:06 AM

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In her vague stupor, the fact that Hybrid didn't partake in mild-altering substances escaped her. Never had she seen him drink liquor or smoke those strange plants Sage did or the unpleasant powered stuff Cotl utilized. Hybrid's abstinence to substances was not as well known by his niece as it might have been. His grimace caused her own features to shift down in both confusion and disappointment; had she done something to make him angry in just those few words? In a normal mind, Talitha would never have invited him to join her at all.

He refused with a sneer and his grimace turned more unpleasant, but he added a polite phrase and explained why shortly after. He didn't drink. Drunken cogs twisted in the de le Poer woman's head, crimson eyes blinking several times. "Oh, ya don'...tha's'rite." Her frown deepened; how could she have forgotten something like that? A frail hand tucked auburn curls back and she studied the ground silently. "Well, even someone like you's gotta relax sometime, Hybrid. Y'always do so much fer Inferni, y'deserve a rest." True, Hybrid did not show allegiance to Inferni itself, but his loyalty to Gabriel had served the clan very well.

She twisted on the ground to face him more fully, trying to return the smile to her face. "I know we don' gettalong so much, but we should." The alcohol was talking for her; she didn't expect that she'd remember anything in the morning.

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-02-2011, 02:23 PM

He’d had this conversation before. Not with Talitha, and perhaps with a drunk, but he had told them before that work was rest enough for him. He hated their notion of rest should be; it made him itchy and uncomfortable. He had to be moving, lest he die from boredom. For Hybrid, there was no such thing as ‘taking a day off’ because if he had it his way, every day would be a beautiful vacation full of teeth and claws. He didn’t need these social rules to dictate how he should behave, and he didn’t need some high or drunk (or both?) girl telling them to him.

Hybrid twisted his features into another unsatisfied grimace in reply and glanced away for a moment, seeking an escape route. He did not want to partake in any of her games and he did not want to have to explain himself to her. He hated when he had to reason why he did things to other members. They were always so damn nosy; he just wanted to live as he knew was right for him.

Of course, when she spouted off another line of nonsense, Hybrid knew it was time to leave.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. “I should go. Let you get back to getting to know me better on your own,” he explained. He took two steps away and glanced back at her over his shoulder. “You should… I don’t know.” He shook his head and then turned to move. “Just… stop,” he started, then added: “stop fucking yourself over, Talitha.”

Talitha de le Poer · 07-04-2011, 12:13 PM

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She should have expected his displeasure as she spilled words out into the air carelessly. Hybrid had never really been the type to just sit and take opinions; as far as she'd seen, he preferred to leave than explain his own position, and she couldn't fault him for that. It was uncomfortable. It was awkward. And so was the situation she'd dragged him into. As he gravitated away from her, she was unsurprised, though it didn't make her turn her ears off.

A sigh escaped her and she rose to unsteady feet. "Right. Right." What was right? Hybrid? Well, that was foolish; she would have never agreed, had she been in a better mind. Of course, she wasn't. Her thoughts sloshed around with the alcohol present and just as her uncle was taking leave of the scene, she felt it was time for her to as well. Silence overtook her as large feet carried her through the forest, far away from the rest of the clan.

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-16-2011, 10:04 AM

He glanced one last time over his shoulder to see his niece stand up and mutter something that sounded like agreement. That was a fucking shocker. Hybrid snorted derisively and then trotted away, convinced she would wake up somewhere in the clanlands the next day with a horrible hangover and the taste of guilt in her mouth. Lovely.

TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP

Morning. Hybrid didn’t know if he could form emotions about times of the day, since he either hated them all or liked them all well enough. Perhaps he was indifferent. Perhaps he was in fact a decent fellow. He though the first was more likely, so he decided to stick with that. Indifference seemed like a fine way to live his life.

He exited his cave and began to make his way through Inferni, zigzagging back and forth across the territory to different parts of the borders. He tried to find new paths to take, but as always, there was no one to find. He detested the stupid wolves who claimed ‘they didn’t know the area was pack territory’ or that they had ‘gotten lost’ or ‘just wanted to ask a few questions.’ None of them were really wolves if they thought intruding would get them anywhere, but at least it gave him something to do. He hated them but he liked hating them. He needed it.

He paused and yawned loudly as he stretched out his muscles. He yawned again and shook out the kinks in his neck. The birds were singing and he was awake and ready to find some wolves to eat.

Talitha de le Poer · 07-18-2011, 10:46 AM

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Finding her way back to the skull-lined border was more difficult than leaving it had been. Her head throbbed as cream-colored feet followed a familiar path from the Dampwoods to the edge of her world, her family's world, and she rubbed at her nose in an attempt to wash it away. Drinking had been a bad idea. It was always a bad idea. The only way to keep the hangovers away was to just keep drinking, and that was just too difficult. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs, closing eyes as she passed the spiked craniums of the dead.

When they opened again, she knew that she needed to find Hybrid — to apologize, to pester, to do something that she knew was wrong, but didn't care about anymore. Hybrid was, for all of his personality faults, a dedicated and strong warrior. Hateful, misogynistic, yes. But also a force to be admired. Finding him was the problem, but like her father, she knew where to expect him. Patrolling. Headache continuing on, she took up a brisk jog in the attempt to seek him out.

It didn't take as long as she expected. He had stopped to stretch or to shake or do whatever it was that Hybrid did when he stopped, and she counted herself lucky for that. "Uncle." Her voice was not soft or considerate — pressing determination bubbled up from it, into her eyes for the world to see.

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-18-2011, 09:58 PM

It was a morning Hybrid had mistaken for a peaceful and tranquil avant-midi. He had initially expected to be alone, save for his empty desires for annoying wolves to annoy and pesky hybrids to pester. While he wanted many things, solitude was one of the few that was a simple desire. He was a master of reclusiveness and took to the borders like it was an old friend, which in all honesty, it was.

The sound of a single word spoken in the quiet morning shattered his plans in a single stroke. He’d already started plotting his route for the morning, but another meeting with his niece would change all of that. He knew that another meeting with her would only go poorly, for the last one had been like every other: bitter and with just enough anger that it still stung later. He didn’t like how upset he got, but then, he supposed it was the only real emotion he allowed himself to feel. He fought with the anger racing deep through his veins, so why should this be any different?

“Niece,” he greeted her. His words were flat as he tried to hide his curiosity. It would do him no good if Talitha got the silly idea in her head that he could tolerate her presence. He feared it would only result in an increase of their interactions. Besides, just saying 'niece' didn't have quite the same ring to it as 'uncle' did.

Talitha de le Poer · 07-19-2011, 05:36 PM

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Blunt Talitha? O_O +3

She hadn't expected him to be pleased, and he wasn't. Niece was a start — it was one more greeting word than she'd ever received in the past. Her nose wrinkled subtly as she tried to find the words that had bounced around in her head while drunk the night before. They were strange, almost blasphemous to the way that both she and Hybrid lived their lives, but they were key to the moment before them. Her arms crossed carefully, one set of thin fingers dancing along the length of her upper arm almost anxiously. "I came to talk to you." Yes, that was it — she came to talk, to pose a possibility, to pose a solution to her problem. It was not in her nature to be uncomfortable. She was direct when it came to things that she desired, unless she desired them of her brother.

Gathering her courage and frustration, she turned her crimson eyes away. "You are...strong. And loyal, even if your loyalty doesn't lie with Inferni itself. I consider you to be...a pinnacle of what a member of Inferni is supposed to be, particularly a pinnacle of what Inferni men are supposed to be. We don't get along, but I admire these qualities in you." It was the entire basis of her decision, so easy to be shot down as flattery, but they were simply good resources for what she desired of him. It took a moment before her determination-filled eyes found the similarly-shaded gaze of her uncle. "This sounds stupider than I think it is, but I've thought about it for hours. What you are, subtracting the cruel and...hateful personality that you display, is what I want in the father of my children. Sleep with me. I won't expect anything else from you, just that."

It send a vaguely unpleasant tremble down her spine as she thought of mating with her uncle, even if it was only once — it was wrong, but so much in her life had become wrong. Her reasons weren't faulty. She saw in Hybrid what she wanted to see in the coyotes of Inferni, most importantly his coyote blood. She was determined to further that within her de le Poer lines, even if no one else did the same.

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-19-2011, 08:54 PM

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He watched her uneasily as she collected her thoughts. She crossed her arms with careful precision and then tapped her fingers against her forearms. Unlike Hybrid, she was in her Optime form, while he – like always – was in his preferred Secui form. And so, he had to crane his neck a little to see her. Instead of standing there with his head lolling back, he took a few steps backward so that he could see her without reducing himself to the status of an idiot. He frowned when she spoke and then grunted in reply. He had nothing to say in response. If she was going to talk, she would do it whether or not he indicated his preference. Obviously he’d rather not, but he never wanted to talk and she knew that.

When she began to speak, he frowned again, wondering where she was going with this. It sounded as if she thought well of him, at least in some respects. This greatly unnerved Hybrid and he felt his fur stand on edge, as if he was concerned she would suddenly attack. When she finally admitted that they didn’t get along, he let out a quiet breath, releasing a bit of the tension. Good. He was glad that was still true. When he thought she was finished, he grunted, and was about to turn away when she caught his eye and spoke up again. However, this time, he stopped in his tracks. He whipped his head around and lowered his head and his voice.

“What,” he demanded in a low growl. “What the fuck Talitha, fuck, no, FUCK.” He couldn’t express how deeply disgusted he was by her proposal and how fucking wrong it was. She wasn’t just some coyote he disliked; she was the niece he disliked and there was a huge difference.

Talitha de le Poer · 07-20-2011, 10:12 AM

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She waited for him to digest the words in silence, watching his face as his mind turned them over. It was clear he didn't approve of the idea — the growling voice that caught her ears was proof enough, even if the words hadn't stuck to her. Her own features crinkled up into a frown. Sure, she had expected no, but the sheer volume of his disgust caught her off-guard. Her defenses rose and her eyes narrowed, body compensating for their size difference as she leaned forward to better stare at him. "That's illogical, Hybrid." Really, she thought it was.

Her posture returned and she ran slender fingers through her auburn curls. "The idea is disgusting, but it's beneficial to both of us. More specifically, it's beneficial for you. You said it yourself — your time is coming to an end. And you really want your line to end with, what, Valkyrie? Have you seen Valkyrie? That woman doesn't have a hateful bone in her body — she's just as bad as Sage and her sisters." That wasn't necessarily true, but it served her purposes. Her cousin was, if she remembered correctly, a sweet girl. Sweet wasn't what made Inferni. Talitha rubbed at her eyes in frustration, trying to think of how to better appeal to Hybrid's sense of...well, whatever it was he had a sense of. "I'm not what you like and you certainly aren't what I like, but there are so few real coyotes here who aren't family and who won't want to interfere in how I handle my life afterwards."

She hadn't thought of Hybrid as family for a long time, and it was easier for her to consider what she suggested because of that.

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-24-2011, 09:31 AM

It was illogical? What was so illogical about refusing to sleep with your niece, whom you were pretty sure you didn’t even like to begin with? He probably hated her, but he kept fucking talking to her. He kept coming back. She was poison and he knew it, but he was a moth to the flame. He cut himself to feel the pain; that was the analogy he would use to describe his interactions with Talitha. He knew nothing good would come of it, but somehow it was better than conversing with the other clanmembers. But he still hated her.

Hybrid blanched when Talitha continued to speak, growling when she mentioned that it would be beneficial. How the fuck would it would be beneficial to bring more inbred little pups into the world when so many packs had their stupid, inbred wolves that couldn’t tell left from right? It was fucking wrong.

“Don’t you fucking –” he began as Talitha tried to speak ill of Valkyrie. He couldn’t find any reason to defend her though. His daughter was kind, gentle, and good-hearted: she was no warrior. He hadn’t even seen her yet since she returned to Inferni and he knew there was no point. Coyotes like her were too soft.

“I don’t want a fucking family,” he growled. “I don’t fucking want anything.” Except Gabriel. “Besides, I’m fucking gay. I’d rather fuck your dad than you,” he added. Chew on that. Ignore what had happened with Aeron, who was perhaps the only other real coyote in Inferni.

Talitha de le Poer · 07-24-2011, 10:49 AM

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She rolled irritated red eyes as he spoke, hands finding her hips. He tried to defend his daughter. He tried to defend his sexuality. She scoffed. "I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Hybrid — I don't want family. I want heirs, for my father. I know you think Ezekiel and I are useless. You don't think Gabriel deserves grandchildren that are worth Inferni? If you won't do this for me, do this for him. Even if he doesn't know you did." Just as Talitha did, Gabriel did not approve of relationships between siblings, but this was a dire circumstance that did not afford her the chance to be a picky woman. Hybrid was the only choice — if he didn't agree, she knew that she'd have to rely on the loins of an outsider, someone who would never understand Inferni's ways.

"I'm not past begging, Hybrid. I know you've slept with women before — I'm a whore, I don't expect you to love me or some stupid bullshit. I don't expect you to be a father, I don't expect anything." She wouldn't force children on him if her plans worked as she wished them to, as she had no desire to interact with him again. Her children would be her own, raised in her ways and in Gabriel's ways and she was determined to further her father's line with coyote blood. It was certainly better than the other choices. "Please. Do this for me, and I won't bother you again, there won't be a reason to. As your...friend or some other silly term that doesn't exist between us, do ths for me. I need you to make this work."

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-25-2011, 09:31 PM

He moved his ears every which way, unable to decide of he was angry, irritated, annoyed, bored, enraged, or just pissed off. He kept his eyes narrowed as she spoke, not trusting himself to butt in just yet. Yes, she and Ezekiel were both rather useless little creatures. Ezekiel was a stupid little boy who would never measure up to who his father was and shouldn’t even bother: he was a horrible Aquila. Gabriel had only chosen him to lead because he had been injured. Never would Gabriel have chosen such a weak successor otherwise, especially not one that had barely lived in Inferni. Hybrid had forgiven Gabriel for his past transgressions: leaving Inferni; but he could not forgive Ezekiel.

“They won’t be his grandchildren,” Hybrid began in a gravelly tone. “They’ll be… half-siblings and grandchildren both over,” he explained, disgusted. “Asphyxia did that to my father and my uncle and now my half-siblings are both that and my cousins. It’s fucking wrong.” His statement was flat. “I won’t fucking do this for anyone, not while I have my fucking morals,” he sneered. “I won’t let you trick me the fuck into this or try to make me do this. I know you’re trying and I can hear it, but you’re fucking… it’s fuck…” He couldn’t put any of it into words.

Fuck no.

Talitha de le Poer · 07-26-2011, 12:24 PM

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Her frustration increased, irritation stemming from his inability to see what she believed to be reason — she was his niece, but she did not see him in the light of family. Genetics were something she didn't understand, something she didn't care about, and so the fact that the blood of the pups she demanded would be muddled didn't bother her. Instead, his noncompliance shattered a fragile sense of respect for him. "You're being ignorant, Hybrid — do you really think anyone will know? Do you really think so little of me to believe I'd tell everyone? I'm not stupid, Hybrid." Her voice took an edge so rarely heard, one of sheer disgust and offense, as if he truly had belittled her intellect. And then it disappeared. As Hybrid said a single word, her anger evaporated into sarcastic laughter. "Morals? What morals. You're a hate-mongering monster, you don't have any morals. This has nothing to do with morality. You are my only option — my father deserves more than what I've done to him already."

The over-fluffed shape of her tail cut through the air in a vague show of her distress. It wasn't as if she was tying him down to her — she only wanted a proper enough root for children she expected to be dogs. They couldn't all be what Caillen was. She couldn't disgrace herself in the eyes of her father, not again. A frail hand rubbed again at the edge of the socket of her eye, crimson gaze watching Hybrid with apathy. "I wouldn't expect you to think about it again. Ever. And maybe there's something I can do for you in return — a favour to later be determined. An eye for an eye. You kid yourself if you think we're still family, but we are still clan mates and if you want a fair trade I will give you one." But what on Earth could Hybrid want? She couldn't do much more than she already did.

Hybrid Holocaust · 07-27-2011, 10:08 PM

WC: 307. Aww Hybrid is professing his [verb] for her dad. He is so weird. Soon we will get there! Maybe one more post from you! He is wavering.

He did not care for her petty arguments. This was all so stupid and he didn’t know why he was still here arguing with her when he didn’t want to do this – her – anyway. He didn’t want any part in this, so he didn’t need to stay here and listen to this shit. With a growl, Hybrid moved to turn away, just as Talitha began to cackle about his morals. Of course he had morals! He was principled and just and he followed them so strictly that he swore off anything that would cause him to stray from his path. He knew who he was and what he needed to do: he forsook anything that stole his sobriety to always be prepared: for constant vigilance. He took his pleasure in the forms of more battles, taking his men after he won them. He was guided, so very strongly, by his principles that without them, he would become nothing. And being nothing was the worst fate of which he could ever think.

“This is all about morality, Talitha,” he growled. “I follow my principles. I do not stray and I do not waver. Even if I did this for you, it would change who I am and I can’t do that. Gabriel deserves more than his daughter…” he paused.

“I couldn’t do that to Gabriel, not when I–”

Stop. He wouldn’t say it. He knew how he felt about Gabriel. Hybrid did not entertain such silly notions of love, but he knew what he felt for Gabriel was different. He wanted nothing more than to be with Gabriel.

He couldn’t do that to Gabriel, even if the Aquila would never feel the same way for him. He could not break his principles.

“You could give me something, but it wouldn’t be enough. All I want is Gabriel.”

Talitha de le Poer · 07-30-2011, 01:52 PM

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She continued to scoff as his thoughts about morality — she didn't see the morality of it. She was doing what was right for her family, and for Inferni. True morals had no bearing on her. Why did they matter to Hybrid? It would change who I am. She scowled at the thought, fingers curling into the palms of her hands. "It wouldn't change anything. You've done this before, Hybrid — with other women. It hasn't changed you yet. And Gabriel nothing, Gabriel wouldn't know! He deserves a lineage that holds up to what Inferni is." She tried to stress how important she felt it was for her father, but doubted if Hybrid cared.

And then his words surprised her. All I want is Gabriel. Her frustration faded into a faint sense of sympathy, hidden by her face and shown only in her eyes. She understood unrequited love, having felt it herself for a brother who would never be hers. But they knew it wasn't possible. "Then I'll give you more than one favour. I'll do whatever you ask." She couldn't give him Gabriel, as much as she wished it was possible — it would keep her father with her, something she could feel wasn't in her future. It was all a fantastic fantasy to think that Gabriel was that sort of man. It was best they simply drop the subject, though she locked it away for leverage if she had to. "Just as much as he deserves a family built on what we are supposed to be, you deserve a place in his family. You aren't mine — really, you aren't his — but you could be. You could get closer to him by doing this." She was determined to make her father proud.

Hybrid Holocaust · 08-06-2011, 04:52 PM

They both saw this situation so differently. She didn’t think it would change him, but he knew it would: it would change or maybe even break him. He knew who he was, but this was the final straw. If he kept sleeping with women, would that turn him straight? He didn’t want to be straight. It just wasn’t who he was. He didn’t want her to change him.

He wouldn’t ever be able to look at Gabriel again. This kind of broken lineage would only shame Inferni when Gabriel deserved greatness. Inferni did not deserve greatness: no, Hybrid didn’t care what happened to this mottled clan of hybrids. All he wanted was Gabriel to achieve his true reign as monarch wherever it was and however he did it.

But she would do whatever he asked.

A thought, unbidden, sprang forth; before he could stop himself, he was already speaking.

“I want Ezekiel dead. Gabriel is the rightful ruler. I want you to kill your brother. Then I will give you what I want and I will see Gabriel as the true Aquila. If he deserves a family, he deserves to lead, too.”

The taste of treason was a wonderful thing. But this was all for Gabriel. But this was all for Gabriel. It could not be treason if the only thing he felt was elation. He wanted Ezekiel gone, dead, buried, or burned. It was perfect.

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