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Corona Lykoi · 01-11-2010, 08:32 PM

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Home was a four lettered word that Corona hardly associated with any particular place. In all actuality, she had spent more time moving around than settling for just one place, though she had made attempts before in the past to do so. If anything, certain places had a fixed point in her life and as it were, Inferni was one of them. When things had gone calm everywhere else, she knew things would be brewing back at the one place that she still had some semblance of a tie to. And that semblance for the most part was family, even though she was estranged from most of them and didn’t know where a good chunk of them were. The siblings that she had been closest to—Gabriel excluded—no longer resided within a reasonable distance. Some of them were overseas, others were scattered to the four winds.

So why on earth she found herself staring at the same wasteland as before was just about as unknown to her as it would be to anyone else. When the world was clearly a better place outside of there, where places had started to become less savage and more refined, had a distinct culture that was beyond just eye for an eye… why would anyone come back there? In the end, when she couldn’t find answers, she chalked it up to promises that may or may not have been there. She said she would come back, hadn’t she? And there she was, fresh back from places both more and less interesting than the landscape that she hadn’t entirely studied. It looked familiar and yet not; the only thing remotely familiar to her about this patch of ground were the pikes that ringed its borders and the scattered forests and grasslands. The foothills to their north and beyond it, what was really home in her recollection.

She made no proactive decisions to summon her brother or anyone else that she may have known inside Inferni, but rather hung around it quietly. There was ever an uncertainty brewing inside her that made her question whether or not it was worth it to return to a place where there had been nothing but bad memories over the last few years, worth it to see which siblings had stayed and which had left, and even whether or not she herself would last there. Something was brewing, there was no doubt about it. Whatever it was though, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go after it just yet; instead it was Andrezej’s grave that she had found. Whether or not that was in or outside of the borders no longer occurred to Corona; borders neither contained or stopped her.

It was hard to believe that it had been over a year since he had died, but he had it coming. There was little remorse for him, but instead there was still some for Rachias, who was long gone. It was her sister who had gone back to mark the grave after it was all said and done, though Corona hadn’t visited it again until now. But it wasn’t really Andrezej that came to her mind; instead it was her father. That wound was still the freshest and it was the one that had not closed all the way. It was much easier to get over the loss of a somewhat unknown sibling than it was a father with whom she had once shared a close bond with.

And time, well it had gotten away from her. Had it been a year yet? It felt like it had been so much longer already. She had very little to show for it, nothing really achieved in the four years that she had walked the earth. She had seen other countries, other cultures, experienced other lives, but none of them had ever really been as happy as they had been in her memory as a child. Maybe that was the driving force behind why she found herself staring down Andrezej’s grave, idling about in the open for someone to find. The wind and snow didn’t stop her, even though she had long gone numb to the cold and felt weary from travel.

But something was brewing and that had pulled her back to the fold.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-11-2010, 10:45 PM

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The silver-furred hybrid headed about the border, taking her usual loop. It would seem that the border patrols had increased dramatically since the meeting, something for which the hybrid was infinitely glad. Despite the increased patrol, there was a definite sense of unrest within the silver-furred coyote. She did not know how well they could protect themselves against Dahlia de Mai—though they were many coyotes now, the silver-furred Centurion was personally unfamiliar with most of them; she did not know how well they would stand against the pushes of their westerly neighbor. Most of them were untested. They had yet to prove their worth within the coyote clan, and of their twenty-one members, eight were still subordinates. Mason was still a child. Alacrity was... something else. Kaena wasn't absolutely certain the Outsider would fight for the clan. Vieira was—to put it bluntly—absolutely useless when it came to battle. Though their numbers were many, there was still a certain sense of unrest within the silver-furred hybrid.

The hours since she'd left the caves dwindled down; with the sudden influx of newcomers and the tensions with their neighbors, the hybrid would have expected something more exciting to happen on this trek around the borders. She'd already done that once today, and that trek around the borders had brought her face-to-face with a ghost from the past, one she had both longed for and dreaded. Vitium was not supposed to have returned here—the mystery had begun to unravel. Perhaps with his return, the silver-furred hybrid might finally have her answers to those burning questions. Why had he told his children of Inferni and left out the most vital piece of his own history, his banishment? Why had he sent the children here at all?

The hybrid woman sighed heavily; the meeting with her abandoned child earlier in the day had done little to provide her with answers. Continuing along her way, the coyote ruminated over these thoughts, churning them over in her head again and again. She had been walking in the midst of a familiar scent, dragged to her over the breeze. In an instant, recognition slammed into the one-eyed hybrid like a brick wall. Corona? The silvery coyote had heard of her return, but she had not been present for it—these were the long, lean times when Kaena had been absent from the clan herself, missing the opportunity to grow closer to her daughter.

Her feet moved as if motorized, powered toward the source of that scent. Corona might have been one either side of the border, but unlike her whole-blooded brother, the golden-furred woman was not banished from these lands. She had lived here before—hell, she had almost more of a right to be here than Kaena did. Comparatively, the younger Lykoi had likely lived in these lands longer than the silver-furred woman herself. The bright gold of the other canine's fur came into the hybrid's view, and she almost hesitated a moment—it had been so very long. Steeling herself, the coyote walked closer, her coal ears pricked forward inquisitvely. "Corona," she said softly. There was no question in her voice—of course she would not mistake her own child for anyone else.

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Corona Lykoi · 01-14-2010, 12:28 AM

Ah, this sucks. Somehow a two hour nap and a stomach ache doesn't make for good writing. And IDK if I mentioned it, but Corona is in her Optime form if you need it for reference. XD
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It reality, it had been years. Long years, marked by nothing more than the passing of the tangible seasons and the rise and fall of a full moon. At first her mother’s voice was unfamiliar, but then there was that spark, that familiarity that she had heard long before her the sound of her father’s voice that garnered her attention. Kaena’s approach had gone unnoticed; an awkward happenstance that always seemed to happen in conjunction with Corona being lost in her own thoughts. Even though the recognition was there when she brought her own gaze to meet the single gold of her mother, Kaena looked very little like how she was remembered. This time, she could see the age much more clearly than before, and this time there were many more scars. But it was for whatever reason—perhaps the seemingly silent approach and the weariness of her eldest living daughter—that Corona did not initially perceive her mother to really be there.

It made some convoluted sense to Corona that she would see things there of all places. It had been in the months past Ahren’s death that she had questioned herself and with it, her own sanity. Losing siblings had been one thing, because for the most part Corona had lost her bond with them, but with her father that had been strong, if not waned eventually, but still strong. Apathy was certainly the new black and something that she had worn for quite a while, but there were colourful pinpricks of feeling that lit up against that dark backdrop. In this case, there was a little guilt that bubbled beneath her skin and for the brief second that she acknowledged her mother being there, her gaze returned to the crudely marked grave at her feet. She remembered finding her sister there not a handful of days after they had left Andrezej to rot.

“Rachias buried him here,” she said aloud, assuming for whatever reason that if her mother was something of a ghost, she would know. “I never really knew him, but he always hated all of us, even when he was little.” And perhaps in the same way that her mother often regretted not sticking with Inferni, Corona had it too. Her phases in the clan came and went and that was something that they shared in common. Aside from blood, it may have been the only thing that they shared; of her siblings, Corona had remained the one dichotomy in them, with nothing to mark her as a Lykoi and nothing to mark her as a de le Poer. That was of course and unfortunate when one excluded the tell-a-tale blue of her eyes for the now rampant de le Poer red.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 01:29 AM

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475.

It seemed to Kaena it was rather unfair how her absence and Corona's return would coincide; the hybrid woman could not recall having seen her golden-furred daughter for years and years now, though certainly Gabriel's memory would hold more recent evidence of her. The same could not be said for Kaena, who had been on the opposite side of the world the last time Corona had been within Inferni's borders. The hybrid woman had no knowledge of the grave upon which they stood—she'd been informed of Andrezej's death, but no one had thought to tell her where exactly he was buried. It was almost surprising to the silver-furred Centurion that his family would have even bothered to bury him. Gabriel seemed to regard him as a complete traitor to the blood; it was almost strange to her that they would take the time to bury him rather than dump him off somewhere outside of the borders to rot.

There was guilt in Kaena for her youngest children—they hardly knew her. She had faith that her older children had taken care of them, but it was their right to have known her, and she'd left them for Eris. She had never really paid for that. Perhaps Rachias's brief appearance on the borders was some form of it, a brief apparition of her youngest daughter sent to taunt her. They deserved better from Kaena, and she had failed them. She would never know Andrezej nor would he ever know her. The coyote frowned, stalking closer to Corona. It was not a mystery why she'd returned here; she was not unwanted and unwelcome as Vitium was. It was a strange coincidence that the siblings would show up on the same day, but the coyote woman was far calmer with Corona's presence in the lands than with Vitium's. "I should have stuck around for them," the coyote woman said, sounding quite upset over this. She rarely spoke on the subject, and it was difficult to approach. "For all of you," she amended, knowing she'd left all of them.

The coyote woman crept a bit closer to her daughter, hesitant to impose on the other canine's space but desirous of affection nonetheless. Corona was no longer a child but a beautiful woman, absolutely adult. There was nothing childlike about her anymore, but still, the coyote woman could not help but nudge the other canine's hand affectionately, her scarred, russet-splashed muzzle gently brushing against Corona's hand for a moment, then drawing back, standing beside her to peer at the grave curiously. She had never seen it before. "Maybe I could have made things different, somehow..." the hybrid said, trailing off and ending the statement with a sigh. Her single golden-yellow eye was focused only on the grave, the patchy little thing that barely signified the bones beneath the dirt.

Corona Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 02:05 AM

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Then there was the touch and a spark that manifested as something more than just the nip of the wind. Her mother was no ghost, not conjured apparition that she would find in the deepest and most darkest parts of her mind brought on either mentally or chemically; her mother was very bit as veritable as the lush forests that began somewhere behind them both. Her words were something of a paraphrased quote that she once recalled Ahren saying to her (or had it been more than once? It would not have been surprising if that were the case.) and they no longer invoked a strong feeling in her. When she had been younger, those words had drawn the hope right out of her but over time it had been bled dry. It wasn't to say that she wasn't hopeful, but in the sense that things could have been like the faulty camera lens of her mind's eye, it was absent. It was true — she absolutely was an adult.

“What's done is done,” Corona said, idly trying to recall if she had told him that too. They all could have done better, she supposed, but had long stopped dwelling on it. Whatever happened, happened, and the only thing she had yet to come to terms with entirely was the fact that dead was dead. Even though it had been literal months since his absence, she still felt like she would stumble across him. Seeing him was just as easy as visiting, but she never made it that far. Then some days, it was clear as crystal and didn't matter at all. But she was able to focus on what was there, what was directly in the present and with that she pulled her gaze away from Andrezej's grave and settled it on the shapely, scarred features of her mother. Up close, she looked much worse for the wear, much older than the gold-furred Lykoi remembered, but at least she still looked like her mother from memory.

And it was hard to say when it was that she truly remembered seeing her. The most distinct memory that came up when she had braved attack to find her in Chimera, but maybe they had met after that. She couldn't remember and in all honesty, the bond that should have been there between them was unsurprisingly absent. Corona no longer felt the same attachment to her mother as she had once before, so perhaps it was for that reason that she found her words to be idle. “It's been a while,” she said after a pause, letting out a breath into the cool Canadian air. “I'd ask how you've been, but I can see you've had a rough few years since I last saw you.”

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 03:57 AM

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Though the silver-furred Centurion did not subscribe to notions such as faith, there was some amount of belief that Inferni held an almost magnetic power. Maybe her return had added to this, as she had personally seen more of her own family come and go in the past six months than she had even thought possible. The coyote woman did not know anything for certain, but a certain joy had filled her upon recognizing Corona's scent, even if they didn't have the closest relationship. There was no unquestioning, unwavering love here as with Molochai and Samael, but for all the reasons Kaena valued that in them, she was glad she did not find it here. A tearfelt, overjoyed reunion would have been wrong; it would have felt almost false to her.

The golden-furred coyote's sentiment was not lost on Kaena; she knew this to be true. It did not help her any. She was a creature of the past, and as much as she immersed herself in it, she had learned that one could never, ever change what happened. No matter how much she might have wanted to go back and take care of her children and do right by them, it simply was not happening. There was no device invented to travel through time and there never would be; if humans had not invented it the technology certainly would not come about due to the Luperci. "Can't change the past," she agreed, rolling her coal-dusted shoulders in a shrug. No matter how badly the silver-furred coyote wanted to fix things—and there were many things she would have liked to fix—it was an impossibility.

There was something almost like a smirk on the silver-furred coyote's mouth at Corona's statement, though it was certain embittered as well as proud. Life had never been kind to her—yet here she stood, many years to the day after death had first come to her. Maybe she had never flourished, maybe she had never been able to find any sort of peace, but at least she had survived. "No. When was it ever? At least the same can't be said for you," the hybrid offered. It was true; the golden-furred woman looked no worse than the last time Kaena could remember her; indeed, the hybrid did not appear to have suffered, at least not physically. Age had been kind to her. There were only brief periods of time where life had been good for the silver furred hybrid, and a large span of that time was directly connected to the tawny coyote before her. There were a few short months, maybe even weeks, when they had been young and Ahren had been by her side. Maybe that was the longest time that Kaena had ever known a sort of peace—even then, there had been the creeping sensation that something would come crawling back to steal it away from her, and it had come in several forms that time. Wolves had stolen Ikatha and Baneesh at their borders, and Ahren had left Inferni for Chimera, along with Corona. It did not matter where she had gone then, for she was here now. "What's brought you back?" the silvery hybrid asked, curious to know. Had Corona become a drifter, wandering the world?

Corona Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 04:52 AM

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Time had for the most part been relatively easy on her. Corona had never really been much of a scraper, though that possibly wouldn't have been the case had she been raised with the rest of her siblings. What few scars she had obtained had healed relatively well and were discrete; her medicinal knowledge had paid off in that regard as well. She was neither pacifist nor warmonger, but instead took things one day at a time. In the end, it was all about survival and lucky for her, she had survived without really needed to resort to defending herself or attacking. For the most part though, she had spent her life living outside of hostile areas and perhaps that was her saving grace in all of it. So in some way, she had become something of a drifter, but she had no exhilarating stories to tell, no emblazoned trail of lovers left behind on some bramble path, and no children that would follow in the wake of a mother's shadow.

Which brought forth the question that she had been dancing around herself: what had brought her back? She felt silly saying that it had been a hunch, some internal pull that very well could have been the spark of a raging inferno that ran the veins of roughly half of her siblings, so she opted for something else entirely, but not untrue. “I promised Gabriel I would come back.” Maybe she hadn't promised him per se, but of those she had left, he was the only one she held a bond to that was moderately strong. He had always welcomed her back with open arms, even though he probably knew that she would come and go as she pleased. Though last time… “I left after Ahren died. I promised him I would do something for him.” To Kaena, it was even hard to call Ahren her father, even if she couldn't quite decide why.

“And now I'm here,” she concluded with a faint, tired smile. Just like the rest of them, she had come wandering back. Perhaps just like the rest of them, it was on something of a promise either spoken or unspoken. “I'm guessing things are well? I don't know how long you've been back, but I'm not sure how long it's been since I've gone.” She left out the notion that for the longest time she and her doggish-looking brother had thought her dead, finding no point in sharing it when for all she knew, maybe her mother had come back there to die. What did she know? Life was unquestioningly short.

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 07:04 AM

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Sleep deprived post is loooong. XD 728.

Inferni had changed greatly since the October's night it had formed on the old beach. There was no denying this, but Kaena was comfortable in this incarnation of the clan as well as the old. There was no feeling of weakness in them—they were twenty-odd strong, with Gabriel at the helm, Kae herself at his side, and Anselm in the third position... there was not much within Inferni that caused the silvery hybrid worry. Vitium's appearance on the borders had set her at unease, certainly, but as Corona made no mention of him the hybrid assumed they had arrived separately. This was better than visiting with her brother—something had gone wrong within him, and the coyote knew he posed a threat to Inferni.

At the mention of Ahren, the hybrid's ears folded back some, though whether it was a sign of respect or legitimate sadness was entirely unclear, as her face remained still. Though Corona had been vague about what she had done for her father, the hybrid woman was satisfied that respects had been paid for her father. "I'm glad for that," she responded quietly. They had never been particularly close, but the coyote woman of course loved her daughter, and despite her knowledge that the past was immovable as the mountains and rivers, there was always the chance to make that past less important. "No, you're coming into wartime," the hybrid said rather bluntly, tacking on mentally that it was at her own expense. She was to blame for this onslaught of war; there was no denying that or changing it in the least. "Not even a week ago, Gabriel declared war on Dahlia de Mai. Haku's the leader there now." The chocolate-furred man's name was still spat like a curse, like it tasted of venom, and she could not help the wave of disgust and malice that rolled over her. She would have her vengeance yet; Inferni would have his stick to decorate their borders.

"I survived him twice. The second time made almost made me wish I had died," the coyote said, leaving it rather vague as to what had actually occurred. She did not know if Corona wished to carry that burden, and it still hurt Kaena to think and speak of it. It showed in the wrinkling of her muzzle, her ears folding fully flat against her head. The first time it was mere luck that had allowed her to best him; she should have made absolutely certain he was dead then. The second time she'd traded her life for his pleasure, and it had plagued her since. She didn't even know of any of the golden-furred coyote's involvement with Dahlia de Mai and Haku. Kaena ought to have died perhaps fifty times in her life, but she lived still. The months away from Inferni and home had not done her very well; there was a fresh scar across her belly to prove that, but for right now it was hidden, pointed toward the ground in her four-legged form. She had returned to Inferni quite a sight thinner, and she'd never quite managed to retain her former full weight. It always made the hybrid feel awkward to share her personal life, and this particular detailw was gruesome, though one she felt her children ought to know. Especially the women of them—the silver-furred hybrid could not contemplate the same fate falling on them. She feared for Rikka quite suddenly, hoping someone had gotten the message to stay the hell away from Dahlia by now. It only made sense someone would have told Rikka, she comforted herself.

"Other than that little thing... the clan is doing well. I came back in the spring. Anselm returned. Rikka, too. Samael, Razekiel... your niece, Halo. Wouldn't know what she is to you, but some relation of yours—Valkyrie. Lots of family here now," the hybrid added, thinking to inform Corona of the current members of both Lykoi and de le Poer blood here. Kae wasn't certain how many of them the golden-furred woman knew of exactly, but she felt it was important information to share, and she smiled almost nervously, thinking the other canine might be encouraged by this news. She snorted, then, reminded of the earlier encounter. "Hell, Vitium even showed up," she said, though this remark was derisive more than anything else.

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Corona Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 11:44 PM

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War. That must have been the thing that pulled her back. She had been too late to be of any real use when Inferni had emerged from battle with Dahlia de Mai — the injured were dead and the dead had been buried — and all they had then was a little girl in a tool shed like an animal. It had been what Andrezej had done to Talitha and his subsequent death which stood out as more monumental to her. It did not, however, surprise her to learn that Haku was now the leader of Dahlia de Mai. She imagined from what she had heard of him that he would one day surpass whoever was in charge — which if she could remember correctly had been a pacifist who never cast him from her pack.

But what was not to be expected was that her mother had fallen prey to him more than once. Whatever details there were about that Corona did not ask for and her mother did not say, but she imagined that it had to be grave enough. She didn't query as to the state of her mother's condition because it was apparent. A little thin, maybe a little thread-bare, but otherwise still up walking around and still patrolling the borders. Whatever it was, Corona figured it must not have gotten her down for very long. And then there was discussion of all who had come back, from siblings to nieces and to distant cousins. Then last and least, was Vitium.

“What brought him back here? Gabriel banished him a long time ago,” she said, for once having just an ounce of animation to her facial features. She was surprised, undeniably curious, and on a certain level, confused. She did not know Vitium at all any more and hadn't since they had separated. If anything, he had been like Rikka at some point, angry with her for having gone to Chimera and leaving Inferni behind. But that memory was fuzzy at best and the only thing she knew about Vitium now was that he had done something grievous against Inferni and wasn't supposed to come around.

Which apparently, he had. But had he stayed?

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-16-2010, 02:08 AM

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Vitium was very much a mystery to Kaena; she did not understand him in the least. He had been raised the same as Gabriel, the same as Corona, as Rikka—there was nothing different about the dark-eyed wolf's childhood. Yet he was the one to throw her teachings away entirely; he was the one to preach against their defense. If they allowed one wolf to traipse across their lands unassailed they allowed many to trample their borders, in effect. Respect of coyote borders was not something wolves did willingly. Their larger cousins had ruled the forests and larger chunks of the lands, pushing their smaller cousins to a life of solitude and roaming. It was only with the advent of human cities that the coyotes had been able to take back their former lands and then some. In Kaena's mind this made them a far more adaptable species than the wolf—there were some places both canines could not survive, certainly, but the hybrid woman personally would prefer to have larger range than the ability to live in near-constant cold and snow as wolves occasionally did.

There was a faint smile on the coyote's muzzle, and she shook her head, again rolling her shoulders in a shrug. "Beats me. He's lucky to have walked away without bloodshed," the coyote said. Though she had been the one to actually expel him from their midst, Gabriel apparently kept up the punishment as well, finding his brother unworthy of admittance to the clan. Even if they had allowed Vitium amongst them, who would have kept him from turning on them? Who would have controlled him and made sure he did not pull the same traitorous bullshit he had the time before? The silver-furred woman held no sway over him; she had relinquished her motherly bond to him when she'd thrown him out of Inferni. That was not to say it did not hurt her to think of one of her sons so openly rejecting her, Inferni, everything... it simply was, and as a fact of life Kaena had to deal with it.

"Not to say Halo didn't try," the coyote added. Halo had charged at him seeming with every intent to behead her father and leave his blood sliding across the floor. "Who knows why Vitium does anything, anymore? From what I've gathered, Halo and her siblings were raised with positive regard to Inferni," the silver-furred woman said. This was the biggest part of the mystery; why would Vitium have innundated Halo and Enigma and Jael with positivity where Inferni was concerned, if the man himself was unwelcome there? "Don't suppose you've got any grandchildren to add to the tally," the coyote said, hope reflected in her voice. The hybrid woman was always hopeful when it came to expanding the family tree.

Corona Lykoi · 01-16-2010, 03:52 AM

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“Maybe he felt guilty,” Corona offered at first, wondering for herself why she had ever come back around. She supposed it was for family, for that need to cling onto it because it was all that she had. But who really knew; sometimes she wasn't entirely certain why she did certain things either. “But who knows. I don't know anything about him and I haven't seen him in years.” His children, though, she couldn't remember if she had met them or not, but she knew of them. Being an aunt was nothing new to her at all, even if at one point she had felt like more of a mother towards Talitha than an aunt. Corona doubted that Faolin would ever come back and that was fine by her, but in turn she knew that both of Gabriel's children would wander. It was always the case when either of the parents were either divided or absent.

Which of course, brought her mother to a topic that Corona was surprised to be asked about. But it passed quickly, bringing a brief, if not sad ghost of a smile to her face. There may have even been a tinge of embarrassment in there as well with the way that she bowed her head, giving it a slight shake. “No, I don't have any kids.” It was one of the areas in her life where she hadn't made much progress, though for what it was worth, settling down and living any sort of normal lifestyle was not like any part of her heritage. Her father had tried it and it had promptly gone to ash and Corona doubted that her mother had ever experienced it for any length of time.

Though, she did have to ask, “you don't have any more kids, do you?”

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Kaena Lykoi · 01-16-2010, 04:45 AM

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Kaena had often contemplated what had happened with Vitium. Was it her fault in some way? The coyote woman did not know; perhaps she had made some vital mistake somewhere in raising him. Yet Gabriel served Inferni and held the family far more dear to his heart than Vitium, and in his youth the Aquila had spent more time elsewhere than in the clutches of the clan. No, maybe instead there was simply something wrong with Vitium's wiring, some programmed error that made him bound for screw-up. She remembered the strange creature he'd professed to love, like a canine but unlike any Kaena had ever seen before. Hyenas were still a foreign subject for the silvery hybrid. "He's got a funny way of showing it," she said quietly. Vitium was no returning prince; if he had wanted to show his love for the clan and his own blood he should have crawled back to Gabriel on his knees, licking his chin and whining like a puppy for the Aquila's forgiveness.

The golden-furred canine responded negatively, surprising Kaena somewhat—for most of her children she thought maybe she'd held the highest hopes for Corona to find happiness and settle with something in life. She'd spent formative time in Chimera, though the hybrid woman had no idea what it was like growing up there, and little did she know that lifestyle might have been more wild and twisted than anything Inferni could provide. The tawny-furred canine's question brought a smirk to the hybrid's face again, and she shook her head, though there was a distinct twinge of sadness on the hybrid woman's face. Her mothering days were over; if she did have new children they would be ten years her junior, and their eldest sibling, the lost son, Kerberos, would be seven years their senior.

Kerberos was almost an old man—it would be asburd for his mother, three years his senior, to continue to have children, though the wistful look over Kaena's face displayed sure evidence she did not mind this so much. She missed motherhood; she wished she had cherished it then as much as she did now. "No. I've got most of my hopes on grandchildren these days," the hybrid woman admitted, a crooked smile flitting across her face. "There are a few more of those, I think, but none here," the coyote added. This was saddening; of the many grandchildren she had only Halo remained among Inferni's ranks. Her children seemed to want to return, though, and perhaps in turn their children would, as well.

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Corona Lykoi · 01-31-2010, 02:50 AM

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Honestly, she was relieved to know that her mother hadn’t had any more children. It was partially out of selfish reasons that stemmed back to a much simpler time, but Corona had grown tired of having them to look out for, even if she had never had anything to do with the majority of them. Maybe it even went back to the concept that her mother would abandon them just as she had seemingly done to the last two litters. It was better her focus were on grandchildren anyway, at least from Corona’s standpoint she could be certain that her mother would cherish them and teach them so much more than any one of her children could; she could be quite influential. Her experience amassed their own collectively.

“Surely, seeing how many of us there are. Ahemait has children, Gabriel does too, which I’m sure you know about already. I wouldn’t be surprised if any of the others haven’t settled down away from here.” Conway had been quite taken with a certain girl back in France who Corona could not remember, and of the siblings she had grown apart from she banked on him to have had children first. Then again, maybe it was a good thing that none of them were around. Savagery was not for everyone and she was willing to hope that whatever fire or poison that ran their veins had not been given to all of them.

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Kaena Lykoi · 02-11-2010, 05:51 AM

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It wasn't as if Kae did not miss children—on the contrary, she missed them deeply, and contemplated her own often, even if she knew such a thing was hardly advisable. At ten years old she should have never even dreamed of it, but the silver-furred hybrid could not help but fantasize over it. This was an extreme contrast against the way she had viewed her first litter of children, which were nothing more than parasites and burdens, in her own words. At least she had tried with them—at least she had attempted to give Kerberos and Maeryn some sort of chance. The latter hadn't fared so well, and of course that was her fault, but the girl had been dead and buried damn near a decade now. The hybrid woman did not mourn her any more, though she did think of her often enough.

The silver-furred coyote nodded, smiling pleasantly at the thought of her grandchildren. “Yes. I met Ezekiel, though I did not return in time to meet Talitha. Maybe she'll return, and I hope someday we'll meet Ahemait's children.” the coyote said wistfully. “Razekiel has also had children, recently from what he's said. Rachias, too, though it seems she's left the territory again. And oh, of course—Vitium's daughter Halo still lives here,” the hybrid said, listing so many she felt almost as if she were forgetting some of them. Speaking of family had given her a certain energy back, her single eye gleaming bright golden-yellow. She would have never imagined so much progeny—though it would seem that it was only natural, given she'd had so many children of her own. Such a thing was certainly coquetry with immortality; if she could not grasp it in her jaws herself she might achieve it through progeny alone, if she was lucky.

Corona Lykoi · 02-28-2010, 02:31 AM

Fade soon, have updated? Big Grin

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She often wondered that if she did live as long as her mother what their family tree would look like. It was bad enough that there were so many that she could call sibling, but if all of them had children, and those children had children… well, it was needless to say that neither de le Poer or Lykoi would die out forever. No, they’d eventually be muddied throughout the world, if they weren’t already. It seemed from the sound of things that they already were. If anything, it even teased her a little bit and the fact that she had never chosen to settle when it seemed that quite a few already had. They had chosen the easy life, the simpler way, or so Corona was inclined to believe. “Well at least they aren’t all under the same roof,” she commented, almost as though there were something to disdain about that notion. Chances were, there probably was; she just didn’t know it. “I don’t suppose you need another set of hands here with this new war and all, do you?”

As if she even had to ask.

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