[OOC. Putting this near Inferni's border, since that's where Talitha would be around this time. Also...your post makes me ashamed of my writing. Ilu.[/html]
WC. 583]
“Why woul' they wan'a hurt me?”
“Because you're a princess.”
"A princess."
Her voice fogged the air still heavy with the chill of the snowstorm that had been blowing through the lands, slender coy-mutt legs carrying her through the banks with difficulty. She wasn't built for winter, or for leaving her home in the winter weather, but she had been so determined to leave the Grimwell Caverns. With the stress of Kaena's cave-in, any moment of relaxation was welcome.
Memories of her childhood were heavy on her mind. Once Gabriel's little princess, the girl had grown into a woman, disturbed and hateful, loyal and determined. Bitter through and through. Yet, with her deviation from a path of innocence and to the path her father followed, she couldn't see what hadn't changed. Gabriel was still her holy saviour, leading Inferni from the ruins of their burned home and through the mountains. Ezekiel was still her brother, smart and comforting, so handsome and so different from their sire.
She was the one who had turned into his ghost. From body, to expressions, to thoughts and ideals, Talitha Lykoi was very much the daughter of Gabriel de le Poer. She was very much an Inferni princess. She was dying a slow death at the hands of her own thoughts. A padded hand, five slender fingers covered with tawny-red fur, raised to her eyes in an attempt to shield the world from the windows to her thoughts. The cursed crimson irises betrayed her with every step, so easy to read. Her mother had given the vile things to her, just as her father had tainted her with wolf's blood.
Talitha scoffed and ascended the snow-coated mountains in anger. She didn't deserve all that had happened. She didn't deserve Andrezej. She didn't deserve to be subjected to her father's filthy legacy, cluttered with the disgusting remnants of whatever wolf gave him his blood. She was innocent, hands clean from birth. They had only been dirtied in her attempts to protect her family's honor from the vile lineage given to them. Inferni was a place for coyotes, and someone had ruined such a perfect world in so few steps.
The wind carried an unfamiliar scent on it, and sounds of anger to her large coy ears. Some poor soul was caught in the snow; concern jumped into the head of the de le Poer princess at the thought that it might be a member of her pack. Or worse, of her family. Her steps quickened, dashing through the heavy drifts in search of the stranger lost in the winter wonderland. As it came into sight, she halted.
No, it wasn't family. It wasn't even pack. There was no possible way it would have been allowed. Before her, trapped amidst a tangle of sinew, was a wolf that stood an easy foot taller than she. Her black-striped muzzle curled into an expression of distaste and amusement, eyes narrowing to study the man who was kept before her. It was just so easy, one of the abominations just stuck there.
"Found yourself in an interesting situation, have you, dear wolf?" she asked, a sultry condescension dripping from each syllable. If only Gabriel could see it, or Hybrid. She was sure the men would get a kick out of the sight.
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