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Kaena Lykoi · 12-01-2009, 06:17 AM

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The silver-furred woman knew that sometimes family could hurt; her earliest memories of family were painful, to say the least. Her mother had imparted pain and violence to her from the instant she'd scarred her daughter, her fingers slicing through the hybrid child's face. Her half-brother had raped her, brutalized her, and given her two stillborn litters of children long before she should have even conceived. There was a hell of a lot of hurt in the early years of Kaena's life, and she shunned most of her ancestors. Those beyond Andre on her paternal side were simple wolves, no different from any other—third cousins and second cousins twice removed, and more distant relatives at that. Kaena might have shared a surname alone with these creatures. Her mother's family was an unknown, a great question mark spanning the distance beyond Delphine herself, who was an only child—of her litter, anyway.

Still, the possibility that there were Cruorem relatives of Kaena's—close ones, at that—which were something like her, coyote and dog mongrels, was invigorating. The hybrid assumed she would find more kinship and comfort in them than her wolfen relatives, naturally, not considering the fact that her paternal grandfather's clan was notoriously vicious in their area. Hesitantly, the hybrid smiled at the tawny-furred woman, tilting her head wistfully as she gazed toward the emerald-eyed woman. "Of course, family hurts sometimes, too," the hybrid said softly, wondering what ran through her companion's mind. It was rare Kaena found kinship in wolves, but she saw a lot of herself reflected in this canine, strangely enough, and she was perhaps the one soul among Dahlia de Mai that deserved forgiveness. The hybrid knew only of Haku Soul and this canine; otherwise the pack was a mystery, and for their association with the demonic secondary wolf, they deserved no mercy.

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Lolita Monroe · 12-09-2009, 10:42 PM

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Sorry for the wait, again. 300+ words.

#####The family she had been born into had been a broken one, completely twisted and shaped by ridiculous old legends. In fact, her litter never would have been born if it were not for those same legends. It seemed that nothing good came of stories told many years ago, maybe even decades, as she knew that the dog portion of her pack had been thriving before the strange humans had been killed off. Nothing good had come from the birth of her litter. Lolita did not know her father, and her mother was supposedly destined to die. It would have been better if the Elders had never forced her mother to become pregnant, but such a thing could not be taken back now. Obviously, it was far too late for anything to be reversed. Perhaps everything would have been better if she, and subsequently her brother, never existed, but it was so unfair to think of depriving the world of darling Pippa.

#####Lolita nodded, returning Kaena's gaze, focusing on the one golden eye. Even if the silver woman had not seemed pleased with her presence at the beginning of their meeting (in fact, she seemed downright perplexed at points, and Lolita was certain that those had been the times that Kaena was thinking her to be insane), the cream woman was pleased with how things had turned out. She did like Kaena, much more than anyone else she had met since her death. "I guess all families do, at some point," she added, deciding it was most certainly not her family alone that caused pain. Some had it much worse, although she was sure that not many others had been killed by their family and then were forced to keep walking. Still, things could have been so much worse if she had only stayed with them instead of running. Time could have proven to be very threatening to what was left of her "life."

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Kaena Lykoi · 12-18-2009, 07:35 AM

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Me toooo. I spam you in response. ;D

The hybrid woman had possessed a certain degree of suspicion about the cream-furred woman at first. She was from Dahlia de Mai, the pack where her enemy lived and breathed every day. But she was a newcomer to the Dahlian lands, and she did not know of the chocolatey subleader wolf. That was a relief to Kaena in and of itself, and as they had conversed about death and family and love, the hybrid had steadily grown less and less suspicious, finding things to latch onto in this stranger. The hybrid woman felt a strange peace around her, perhaps because of the stillness of death that had overtaken the red-headed wolf. The coyote woman did not know of Lolita was truly dead; it did not make sense to Kaena for she had seen the effects of death. Decomposition, rot, bones. Parasites, insects, rats, all working to return the nutrients captured in the body to the earth, to make use of it somehow, to keep the canine body contributing to nature even after death. It was the way things were meant to be, and the fact that the Dahlian wolf had escaped this decaying following death perplexed the hybrid, though she had come to accept the state of death existing over the creamy-furred woman quite readily. Superstition was not beyond the Inferni Centurion, though she did not proclaim belief to anything in particular.

The hybrid pondered how one might walk the earth and be dead; perhaps soullessness was a form of death. If that was the case, Lolita might be able to consider herself dead—but even there it seemed a strange phrase for the wolf to choose if infact she had lost her soul. The coyote almost wished she'd pried at the cream-colored woman to discern more information about her supposed death; the coyote was intrigued by it. Had Lolita seen the afterlife in all its glowing wonder or pale, foggy murk? Did she see ghosts, or others like herself, or was she doomed to an eternal loneliness, remaining static and as she was while the world changed and whirled and decayed around her? These questions burned in the hybrid's head but she stilled them, instead cocking a sable ear to listen to the creamy-furred woman speak once more, her tones flat and monotonous. The coyote's attention focused on the other canine, her single golden eye focusing over on the wolf as she spoke fvery simply and quietly, a great and deep pain radiating outward from her words. The coyote could only guess at what it was, but she imagined the loss of a cherished sibling and a lover packed into one must cut very deeply, indeed. She wondered what it would be like to lose Samael if she depended on him for love, and almost shuddered at the feeling. It would be bad enough to imagine suffering the loss of a son.

The ash-furred coyote had experienced pain caused by one of her own before. Kerberos had hurt her physically, but she'd won that fight, teaching her son his place. He was long gone now, and the hybrid wondered what had become of the young man. Vitium had hurt her more than anything once upon a time, allowing the Aremys trespasser scum to escape Inferni territory with his life when half of the pack was ready to descend on him. The hybrid woman vividly remembered her claws slicing through his chest, forever marking him as an outsider, a traitor. He had betrayed his origins and denied his very heritage, spitting on the name of Lykoi in front of his very mother. The hybrid sighed softly at this thought and spoke of it quietly. "My son rejected everything I am, once upon a time," the hybrid said softly. "He fouled his very name, you see," the coyote spoke. "And I must have hurt him when I banished him from Inferni," the silver-furred woman admitted quietly, shaking her head. "It was that or death," she mused aloud. Killing her son was simply not an option to Kaena when she truly thought about it, and Vitium was lucky to have escaped his his life. The ash colored hybrid knew if he had not possessed her blood, if he had not been her child, she would have killed him that day on the old Inferni lands. His crime was betrayal, simple as that, and such a traitorous individual could not be allowed to live in Inferni. His saving merit was the fact that he had come from the hybrid woman's very body. If it were not for that, Vitium would have died that day.

Thinking of Vitium pained the hybrid vaguely, and she looked away, knowing she would never regain that particular relationship with her son. She did not trust him enough to meet him outside of Inferni territory without escort; perhaps he saw fit to seek vengeance on his mother for rejecting him in such a way. Still, Vitium was confusing at best. After being banished for life from Inferni, he had sired three children, kidnapped them from their mother's teat, and sent them "home" to Inferni after indoctrinating them with the same things Kaena had fed Vitium as a child. He'd lied about his involvement with the clan, never revealing to them the truth about his own banishment from the clan, but still—the hybrid woman had returned to Inferni to find three grandchildren of Vitium Lykoi awaiting her. Jael, pale white fur and all his mother, a wolf in appearance. Enigma, wolfish with coyote hints and the eyes of his father, the deep brown, almost black pools that had entranced the hybrid woman once. Halo, the last standing of the three, the cherished granddaughter with her lovely de le Poer eyes, devoted to her grandmother and as important as any of Kaena's actual children. There was the mystery of Vitium, those beautiful, cherished three and how they'd come to live in Inferni even after their father's punishment and exile. The hybrid had devoted nights to contemplating this question, and she still did not have an answer to it.

Lolita Monroe · 01-04-2010, 10:11 PM

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That was an awesome post. ^^ 592 words.

###Nothing would ever be able to deter her from believing she was no longer one of the living, so it was always a good thing for her to meet others that did not seem very interested in prying into her condition and what had caused it to happen. There was no denying that the wolf-dog had never been completely right in the head, but now she was far from sane. In a way, it was very frightening for those that could not accept her claim to death. It hovered over her like a shadow, the only true company she could find now. Death would never leave her, and it would never let her fall victim to complete isolation. Despite her constant loneliness, Lolita did find some solace in knowing that the shadow of her existence followed her everywhere. She appreciated knowing that Kaena viewed death as something tangible, almost, and she also was glad to know that the older woman was not going to pry. If she had not asked yet, then Lolita did not think the Lykoi was going to, further than she already had. Kaena's respect of her privacy was appreciated, even if she had already said so much.

###There had never been any real family ties in her birth pack; it was far too large, and not many close bonds were present in any of the smaller families within the pack. The only strong bond Lolita had ever shared with anyone within her pack had been the incredibly strong bond with her sister, and she did not wish to pretend it had never happened, but it was difficult to pretend it would ever be rekindled. The separation, however, was too painful for her to accept the idea of what could possibly happen if they ever found one another again. "Maybe death would have been better for him, if it hurt him," she said softly. "I wish that I could have died the way that everyone else does, so that I wouldn't be away from her." Her words were not meant to reprimand Kaena, but it was her own attempt at wisdom. Lolita could not claim to have any, as she had acknowledged earilier in their meeting. It seemed so long ago now, but they could not have been talking with one another for that long. She was glad that she did not know anything about the vendetta between Dahlian wolves and Inferni coyotes, as she was rather enjoying being with Kaena. The silver hybrid woman was the closest thing she had to a friend now that she was in this area.

###The idea of Kaena's family member bringing a negative view to his name struck a deep chord within the cream-colored woman. Her uncle, though he had only been doing what he had been trained to do, had brought shame and hatred upon himself when he had murdered his innocent sister. If he had not fled in the cowardly manner that he had, would his family have forced him to leave, as well, or even go so far as to kill him? Lolita doubted that very much. If the ties between family members had been stronger and more important, perhaps that would have happened. Vigilante would have deserved it, at the very least. There was no way that Lolita could find him innocent of all blame for what had happened. Everything that had happened to her that was bad in her life had been prompted by her mother's death, leading her to conclude that everything had been Vigilante's fault.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-11-2010, 06:30 AM

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509. Inferni v DDM means Kae and Lolita cannot be friendsfor a while. D: This makes me sadpants.

If Lolita was a vampire, if Lolita could transmit her condition like any other disease, the coyote hybrid would have asked for it in a heartbeat—no matter the cost. She would have abandoned Inferni and everything she stood for if it meant she could wander the earth forever, alone and supreme when the world finally came to an end. Well, if Lolita was around, she wouldn't really be alone, would she? They could chase each other around the globe over the centuries, tagging each other and occasionally capturing one another, an endless game of tag stretching across the earth and over the long fabrics of time itself. When there was nothing left but dust and shadow, they would still be there, plodding across endless deserts and the occasional ruined pile of stones and bricks, some long-toppled monument of human architecture. There was something wonderfully romantic in all of that desolation, two creatures left alone against the wasteland of the world.

What little ancestry the hybrid had was dead or long forgotten; it was just as likely the Lykoi wolf pack would have abandoned her as they would have accepted her. Despite their interbreeding with coyotes when their populations were low, their attempts to breed it out were mostly successful, though they were something less than wolf, less than coyote in the end. What little Kaena remembered of her father was a perfect blend of the two, remanants of each species showing clearly in his features, perfectly melded by generations of coyotes and wolves and hybrids alike contributing to his lineage. She'd always referred to him as half and half, but in truth, Andre was something more—his percentages were too muddled to be anything clear-cut. One simply couldn't attach a number to the dark-furred man's bloodlines. This same trait had flowed into Kaena and her children, along with her mother's strange heritage—together Kaena's parents had created a monster race of hybrids, something unlike the world had ever seen before, propagated by a single daughter who, by all rights, should have been long dead.

The silvery hybrid considered Lolita's words, smiling just a little at them, the corners of her coal lips turning upward. "If I had killed him, I would not have my beautiful grandchildren," she said. It was a mystery why Vitium had even bothered to tell his children of Inferni. Why had he left out the part about his exile? Why had he spoke of the coyote clan in such elevated, golden words? "You have purpose yet, my friend. Things happen for a reason. Death denying you... this will bring about some change to the world, I'm sure," she mused. The coyote was not much of a believer in fate or destiny; she did not think that paths were carved upon their births and there was simply no deviating from them. She had skirted her own fate, if that was the case. Still, she was certain of this—Lolita had some vital role to play yet, and Death had kept her alive for that purpose.

Lolita Monroe · 01-21-2010, 07:39 PM

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Makes me sadface, too. D: Sorry for the wait. Again. x.x; 557 words.

###Lolita’s own blood was anything but pure, a muddled mixture of wolf mixed with Alaskan malamute and German shepherd dog blood. This had never been a problem for her, as she had taken on a very shepherd-like appearance, so her wolf heritage was hardly even noticed. The majority of their very large pack had been made up of dogs or mixes that were dominantly of dog descent, so wolves were uncommon and, among some individuals, even feared. Her brother had been gifted with a wolfish appearance, and perhaps it was the thickness of his wolf blood that had made him the way that he was. Lolita would never know what had come of him, as she certainly did not plan to go looking for him, and she did not care much at all if she ever were to find out what became of him. When he was long dead and rotting in the ground, she would still be running, roaming for the rest of eternity. She could even find where his body lay, hopefully being disturbed at every chance possible, and she could dance upon his grave. The bastard would deserve that for everything he had done to her in her life, and even in death.

###Hearing that Kaena had grandchildren came as a slight surprise to her, though she supposed it made complete sense. The woman was much older than she was, and had many children and family members. Could Lolita have really been all that surprised at that bit of knowledge? She nodded silently. It still seemed like it might have been a better choice to take his life and end anything that could result from banishing him, but if the silver canine thought it was worth it to not have done so, Lolita was certainly not going to argue. It wasn’t her place at all to try to tell the Lykoi matron what she should have or should not have done in her lifetime. Kaena had much more experience in the world than she did, something she had grown to envy over the course of their conversation. Mentally, Lolita was still so young; she had so much growing up to do. If she did not go crazy first, she hoped to some day have the same wisdom and knowledge that Kaena had now. She would have plenty of time to collect it, store it in her brain, and learn how to use it for various things. She did, after all, have forever.

###Kaena’s words were met with a skeptical look, disbelief in Lolita’s emerald eyes. “I very much doubt that, I dunno what I could possibly do for, well, anything,” she added, not trying to offend Kaena by dismissing the idea. It was a good thought, but Miss Monroe had no faith in any future for herself. All she could see herself doing was smoking, roaming, and trying to replace her sister for the rest of eternity. That did not seem like a very fun prospect, nor did she anticipate that she would do anything even remotely important while trying to move on with her afterlife. It truly was a pain to bed dead, but it seemed like, just as people did not often believe her when she told them she was dead, no one ever realized just how tiresome it happened to be.

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Kaena Lykoi · 02-11-2010, 12:53 AM

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My turn to apologize. >_o Word Count: 313.

In the silver-furred hybrid's mind, the quality of being pure-blooded was overrated regardless of where it fell on the canine spectrum. She would always hold derision for wolfkind, true, but she could not even look at coyotes and call them superior. They were her favored companion, sure, but it was true that they were heavily lacking in physical stature and weight. She would rarely admit this aloud, though. In any case, Kaena was not used to being questioned, though she did enjoy discussion of the coyote versus wolf mentality on some occasions. She recalled the Clouded Tears wolf, one-legged and lame, and how easily she could have stolen that canine's life. Instead, their discussion had turned to an almost philosophical twist, leaving Kaena feeling as though she'd gained some knowledge. She couldn't therefore automatically dismiss everything wolves said as tarradiddle. Some of them did have usefulness lurking in their brains.

The silver-furred hybrid was not entirely foreign to giving directive where lives were concerned, though it did not seem like Lolita was explicitly asking her. Still, the coyote thought that her statement had implied some lack of direction, and the cloud-colored hybrid tilted her head to the side in contemplation, considering. Her job within Inferni entailed something like keeping an eye on new coyotes, and eventually assisting Gabriel in deciding where they belonged in the hierarchy—occasionally, this was not as easy as it seemed. While some coyotes were fairly obvious with their talents and preferences, others were far more opaque when it came to their own personalities. "Maybe so, for now. You have only time, though," the hybrid reminded the cream-colored canine gently. She did not want to rub Lolita's face in that she would walk the earth forever—though she herself would have given anything for that—but it was worth saying again. "Time can change quite a lot in life."

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