Dead weight

Talitha de le Poer · 03-10-2011, 04:26 PM

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And a Talitha...or something. Herp derp. Hope you don't mind a second; can have it removed if so.

Wordcount: 417 (3+)

A sigh passed through cream lips as she took a step into the fresh air. The world was darker than it had ever been before. Still, she couldn't hide from it. The princess was part of Inferni, and her distaste of interaction could only go so far. It wouldn't be long before she'd need to help. That was, if Gabriel ever made her lift a finger. Faint laughter trickled from the Lykoi's lips at the thought; Gabriel had continued his common benign fatherhood, without making his little girl do anything. Perhaps that should have been more troubling. After all, she held herself to higher standards than most.

The auburn-haired woman's decision to take a walk led her across the snow-covered ground and into the trees that sat against the eastern border. The Forest of Nod was a hideaway for many, giving cover and comfortable solitude. Talitha loved it, even if it did mean dealing with Marlowe every odd minute or so. The damned bird was on his last leg with the sunset girl; she hated it, enough to try and kill him herself. Of course, she hadn't. He was a friend to the men in her life. It would have been rude to simply erase him.

She caught the vaguely familiar scent of the newest recruit against the winter air and turned her path in the direction it wafted from. She'd brought her into the clan, to Kaena, but she hadn't thought to get to know the woman. It wasn't in her nature to be so forward as to ask for information that pertained to the person, rather than their abilities as a coyote. That nature had left her with few friends; Cotl, Revan and Ezekiel seemed to be the only ones who could really stand to interact with her. As the russet Lykoi came upon the willowy black creature, her awkward smile appeared. "Zombie." The name was spoken softly, as not to startle the packmate.

It wasn't until she took a look that she realized Zombie wasn't alone. Much to her dismay, a familiar face caught the crimson eyes of the de le Poer princess. She tensed, head raising to a comfortable level; she tried to hold confidence in her posture, though confidence in itself was not her strongest point. "Halo." Where there had been faint touches of amiability in her voice as she addressed the ebony fae, it was lacking as she spoke to her cousin. She had been avoiding her. Rather than linger, she turned attention back to who she'd been looking for. "Are you settling in well."

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