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Kaena Lykoi · 01-18-2010, 08:50 AM

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Maybe she had done something—enlightened the other canine in some way. Kaena was beginning to feel that there was no justification for her actions. Rape was a terrible crime, and few deserved it—she continued to feel that Salvaged had deserved it. He had perpetrated that crime on many others, and it had only been fitting that he had gone down in a blaze of glory and experienced it himself for the first time. That had been an act of vengeance for all of his victims, of which there had been many. The silver-furred hybrid still had difficulty equating what she had done as exactly the same thing that had been done to her—the physical aspect was not there, but it was with the same intent. The hybrid had done it to prove to herself, or Vieira, or the world that she was still in control of something, even if that something was a virtually defenseless canine.

Frowning, the hybrid folded her ears back, obvious discomfort on her face. This hadn't done anything, really—once again she'd used Vieira for comfort, though the paler canine had fallen far short of that. There was some sense of catharsis in that Kaena had released some of the pent-up sadness and aggression, but beyond that there was little relief for the silvery woman. Perhaps there never would be; maybe she was meant to live with this sense of overbearing anxiety and fear, shame and misery, for the whole of her life. If she had sought reassurance from a strong woman she sought it in the wrong place; Vieira was no more a strong coyote than Kaena was a young buck anymore.

The hybrid took a deep breath, eying the other canine for a moment before she spoke. "I'm sorry... for what I did to you, too," she said. It was awkward—once again the hybrid could not actually speak the depth of her crime. She wondered if the Quintus would balk at the mere mention of it, and after that second of speech the coyote could not meet Vieira's eye again; instead she directed her gaze to the floor, the walls, anything but the other canine. She meant what she had said, however, despite the waver of her voice and the misdirection of her eye. Maybe Vieira would never forgive her; maybe Kaena would never find accord within herself for the deed. She had apologized for it aloud.

Vieira Lykoi · 01-18-2010, 11:19 PM

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Vieira began to wonder what it would have been like if she had someone to turn to and tell what happened in her life. She did not know if it would have made a difference because she could not fathom a life out of this way of living. Even this lifestyle, with Kaena, was different than she was used to. She had been abused and punished before but somehow, it was different. There was more care and concern in the woman before here than the former three had all put together and Vieira felt odd every day. It got easier and better to adjust but that did not mean much to the woman. She clung to the title of slave and the dependence she had for her master. It would not change. Sivaro had died and Vieira had gone to the only woman she knew, someone she imagined was her family, and her life continued as a slave. If something were to happen to Kaena, she imagined she would have found someone to take the next role.

Her eyes lowered further, her head dipping slightly, when Kaena apologized. It was weird. No one apologized to her for such a thing and meant it. Her ears twisted and rested on her head. "You do not have to apologize," she said quietly, as if it were the wrong thing to say. Perhaps it was, but Vieira knew she was not deserving of such an act. She was too low for someone to apologize to her, especially her owner. It was clouding up the lines between their relationship and it need not change. Eris sent her here for the purpose of being the elder's slave and nothing more. Her name may have been Lykoi (regardless of whether or not Vieira knew how much it meant) but it did not change who she really was.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 04:22 AM

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I am so old school with this old school ass table.

The hybrid woman did not know what to make of the other canine, still. It had been two months, give or take, since the other canine had arrived; she felt she had gained nothing useful from Vieira in the way of knowledge. She knew very little about Eris, and what she had found out thus far she did not like. She knew even less of Astaroth; she did not even know if Samael and Razekiel were aware they had a younger sibling. Viei wasn't younger by much; it was no more or less than six months between her and her half-siblings. The silvery canine had not discussed their relationship with Vieira thus far—she had hardly seen either, so large had Inferni grown, so extensive duties of sweeping the border. There was always her own trauma to contend with, too.

The other canine's response caused the hybrid's ears to droop, her golden yellow eye focused on the bibelot stuck on the other canine's nose. Kaena wondered how much it had hurt—had Vieira even been cognizant of what was happening to her when it was put in? Had she only been a puppy when it was placed there? The hybrid did not know what to make of her response; she frowned, her coal lips set into a thin line, obvious concern written across her face. Whatever had happened to Vieira the first three years of her life, it would take more than one apology to right it. "I do. It was not right," the hybrid said, almost hesitantly. She knew nothing of basic rights; there was no canine constitution or bill of rights to declare them out for her, but something in this still felt off. Vieira was still a ranked member of Inferni, was she not? Even ranked at Quintus, she was not below the ability and right to say no to something she did not want. Of course, had she wanted or even requested that sort of treatment from Kaena, it would have been an entirely different matter... and while Kaena had not remembered the canine saying yes, she did not remember her saying no, either. She had not said no to Haku, herself. That was her fault—yet the hybrid woman could not quite place that what had happened to Vieira was her own fault, either. It simply did not compute to her.

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Vieira Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 04:39 AM

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The slave felt like she had just ran into a wall. Kaena was conflicting her way of thought and she could not find a way around it. Her master should not apologize to her, she knew that much. The former three had never said such a word to her, never made a hint they might be sorry, or anything that resembles kindness or concern. Vieira imagined it was the fact someone had violated Kaena before but she could not be sure. Kaena was still her master and Vieira's voice was not supposed to exist in such a thing. She could dislike it until the day she died but it would not change anything. It never did anything for her former masters when they ran her ragged, rather punishment or other such things. When Astaroth had nearly taken her life, he never apologized or tried to make it better. He tended to her wounds the next day just so she would survive the hell he put her through.

Vieira closed her golden eyes and if she could, she would have dropped her head a little lower but her chin was nearly touching the ground as it were. Her bony shoulders pointed upward and her tail was still and curled around her side. The woman did not object anymore, it was not her place to teach someone how to be her master, but she knew the apology should not be there. She could have gone on, stated she had no rights, but she would be pushing buttons in an argument she would not win even if she knew she was right. She never won and that much was simple enough for the stunted woman to gather. Other things swam in her head that she considered, weighing the side of the argument to make sure it went in Kaena's favor but for a moment, something held her back.

She had been the one to sleep in, after all, when she should have been awake and it was a lesson she had not forgotten. Since then, she was prompt to awaken before the woman and make sure she was busy without a word of instruction.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 05:19 AM

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OH NOEZESZ. 355.

The coyote woman bit her lower lip as the other canine remained quiet, her yellow-golden eye still focused on the tiny trinket in the smaller coyote's nose. She did not even know the full story of the Quintus; the silver furred hybrid did not know the whole of everything the younger woman had gone through. There were bits and pieces of the story she had grasped at, but the full thing was far beyond her reach, buried somewhere in the brain of the tawny-furred woman. Perhaps it was locked away from her conscious, never to resurface—the last time Kaena had pried at the past it had seemed to hurt Vieira, and the ashen hybrid was not certain she wanted to prod at those sensitive spots once again. The Quintus had suffered more than enough in her life.

The hybrid saw the other's position, and she took a cautious few steps forward, lowering her own muzzle till it was on level with Vieira's own. She reached forward until they were practically touching; the scarred red, white, and silver of the elder woman's snout reaching for the wheat-colored fur of the other canine's nose. After a moment like this the Centurion's tongue reached out and delivered a short, affectionate lick to the canine's muzzle. She didn't dislike Vieira; she certainly didn't hate the younger canine. Though, this was a relationship relative to rank like any other—why did it make Kaena uncomfortable? The hybrid woman could not quite figure it out, though she'd devoted many hours to contemplation of that fact.

Drawing her head back, the silver-furred hybrid leaned back on her haunches, sighing as she looked at the bibelot embedded into the other canine's face once more. "I would like it if you were happy," she mused, her golden eye shifting to the other canine's paler yellow gaze. This she knew would be a peculiar command for the other canine to accept; Vieira could not force or fake happiness, lest she break her obligation of loyalty to her master. The Centurion's eagle's eye focused on the smaller canine, watching for her reaction to the statement.

Vieira Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 05:30 AM

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The silence lingered when Vieira offered nothing and she noticed the change in atmosphere when Kaena stood. Slowly, her golden eyes opened to see the shadow of the elder closing in on her. Her muscles tensed out of reflex and her claws extended onto the stone floor. She even held her breath for a long moment before she could figure out what the woman was doing. Even then, she was clueless, and noticed the others head closing in on her own. She flinched unnaturally and did her best to shake it off as if it did not happen after all. She knew she should not move when something was coming, that she had to remain still, but the chance she might be hit took control and the flinch lasted only a second.

Vieira felt the hot breath of the hybrid and her entire body remained still, feeling the strain in her lungs from holding her breath but she did not let it escape. It was not until the unusual lick and when Kaena pulled away did Vieira slowly exhaled. The received affection was odd and she did not know the reason or source for such an action but did not question it. Instead, the woman spoke and her voice sounded oddly stressed about the situation as a whole. The woman lifted her head an inch or two to try and catch a glimpse of her expression to determine the exact meaning but found she could not read her. The woman did not know how to read Kaena just yet. Her former owners had a limited amount of facial expressions and she could tell when something was wrong and when she was in trouble.

"I am happy if you are happy, miss Kaena," she stated as an explanation. Unfortunately, it was true and had always been that way. It might not have been the sort of happiness the hybrid had felt in her life time but instead a feeling of comfort for a short period of time. If her owners were happy, she was not being beaten or abused and temporarily she could relax. It was not often that this happened and she had ever been exposed to happiness in any other way. She did not even necessarily know the meaning of such a thing. All her emotions were limited to a degree or exaggerated in others. Happiness was one she had been shorted on when sadness was another she knew all too well.

Kaena Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 05:50 AM

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The silver-furred coyote sighed at the other canine's response, giving her a half-cross look. It was easy to grow fed up with the Quintus; her answers always seemed cryptic to Kaena, but perhaps that was because the hybrid sought deeper meaning that simply was not there. Vieira was programmed to be straightforward; her purpose was to serve her master, and she did this well. The silver-furred Centurion was comfortable with the other canine, though her reclusive nature often drove her outside of the cave, that was a good thing. Viei's presence had spurred Kaena to leave her own dwelling again, which was quite a good thing thing considering she'd spent the month prior to Viei's arrival pent up in her own here.

The sourness drained from Kaena's face, and she turned, heading for her bed, hopping up to it. She did not show her age in movement very often; without the grizzled fur of her face and the amount of scars she carried it would have been rather hard to determine her true years. The hybrid's scars were the most telling feature, or at least Kaena thought so. She had been acquiring them all her life, and none were simple bibelots: all of them had meaning, all of them had a story, a fight, a conflict lying in wait behind them. Vieira did not carry so many visible scars, but a similar sort of damage existed in the younger coyote, and it made her difficult sometimes. The silvery Centurion was not a particularly patient creature, however, and she certainly was not a psychologist.

The coyote curled up to face the other canine, her yellow-gold eye reflecting dismay toward the Quintus. She hadn't expected some brilliance to come from sharing herself, but perhaps some kind of dialogue; the silvery coyote had yet to crack the code that the tawny canine lived by. The hybrid almost wished she'd come with a manual; certainly Eris would have known how to direct her and control her. "I am," she said, though it did not currently reflect on her face. "I'm also tired," she said. "Maybe I'll be hungry when I wake up," she said, leaving it essentially up to the other canine whether or not to venture out into the rain. It did not sound as if it had lessened any since she'd come in, though her pelt was almost dried.

Vieira Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 06:01 AM

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Vieira opened her jaws to speak when Kaena responded but she felt out of place all of a sudden, as if she could not prove what she meant. The slave did not feel like she could make the woman happy and perhaps it was what caused her to appear as such. If Kaena was not happy, then she saw the fault but when she was, she was less likely to see Vieira's misery as her former owners had done. It would be no different and she could not be convinced out of it. Kaena stepped away from her and onto her bed and Vieira remained in place and stood back, trying to decide how to decode the words given. They were no direct orders, implications that were tricky, and she sighed to herself over what to do.

It gave her too much freedom to roam and decide what she should do.

Staying in the cave and waiting and going out and hunting both weight similar pros and cons. If she left, Kaena could become upset without directly telling Vieira to go but if she stayed and the woman woke up hungry, then there would be something else waiting for her. Her golden eyes dropped to the ground and decided to take a chance to find something to eat. That way, at least, she could make it better by having food. Something to coat the lining of the problem. Staying in, Vieira would remain empty handed and she supposed the lesser of two evils won the battle and she made her way to the coast in the cold wind and rain.

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