Butterflies

Talitha de le Poer · 04-14-2011, 10:07 PM

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She didn't believe the doggish female was as disillusioned as she believed herself to be, but she offered no extra comment on it. The conversation was over, and she would talk to Revan in the future about his mistakes made in the past. There was nothing left to say to a loose lover when the man could be complained to instead. As she studied the ink, listening to the words of the new Tirones, Talitha's ears twitched. She agreed: rabbits would not have been useful to their borders, as the rabbit was prey expected to be killed. Wolves, large ones, were a true prize. Their craniums showed the strength that the force known as Inferni offered against the rest of the world. As Io gave her opinion about no other better methods, however, the Lykoi turned her crimson eyes back to the female before her.

"I can think of a better method."

In her childhood, though she couldn't remember the circumstances, there had been a fire. She could still smell the ash on the wind that came from the northeast, and in her dreams she could see the orange glow. Fire killed everything. Fire purified the land they once lived in, the land she had been born in. "Burning them would keep more away from us than even our borders." It was morbid, it was cruel, but she would not be against living cremation of the canis lupus monsters within the land around them. Maybe it wasn't a plausible end to burn the packs to the south and east, but they could burn the trespassers to send a message. Hell awaited them anyways.

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