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Talitha de le Poer · 04-09-2011, 11:33 AM

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Date: 09Apr2011

Setting: Inferni → Grimwell Caverns

Time: Dusk

Character Form: Optime

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Assumed that Gabriel was at home, with his injuries; feel free to ask me to change it! 500+

It was finished. Fragile russet hands raised a treasure into the fading light of the setting sun, as crimson eyes hoped to find the imperfections that existed. It was going to be a gift. A peace offering, perhaps, to her handsome prince; guilt rested inside of poorly healing ribs. Though she hadn't accepted the indiscretions of her nocturnal GodKing, Ezekiel hadn't deserved the fury that she'd presented. He couldn't help the bond he felt. He had lived with others outside of Inferni, and he had learned new ways. His ignorance could be forgiven, if it meant he'd love her again. How she hated the thought that her precious brother could stop loving her, like Gabriel had. He promised he would never be capable.

Maybe he'd lied.

Her grip on the painted skull turned crushing, but she didn't destroy it as she wanted to. Something inside of her mind, something new and undiscovered, pulled at the guilt. He deserved his gift, though it was incomplete. As simple as she was, Talitha could think of nothing better for a warrior brother. Yes, she'd heard rumors on the wind about changes in position, and it seemed her brother had surpassed older Hydras to reach new position. When Halo ascended, Tirarii was snatched back up. Her brother held purpose.

They had taken such different paths, and she found herself unable to talk to the prince about her insecurities. Without Ezekiel, she had no confidant. Caillen was not part of her world; she couldn't go out of her way to trouble him with such things. Connecting just wasn't her forte, at least not without the end result of gaining new lovers. She had no friends. It left her with one option.

Turning her thoughts from her warrior-prince, the dark princess stood in one elegant motion. It hurt, with healed fractures having smashed again; she hadn't sought help from Enkiel, as she found herself unable to ask. It was fitting. The man she sought for comfort was wounded in a similar way, albeit more severely. Gabriel had done something stupid. Though he hadn't spoken about it openly to the pack, his daughter was not stupid. The news of the collapsing pass couldn't be coincidence.

She shook her head, and assumed to know where her father might be. Unwilling to face him alone, she gathered twine and wire and teeth that had fallen from the smashed muzzle of her corpse, carrying them with difficulty as she crossed the land. He wouldn't be wandering in his condition. At least, she hoped not. Her path was certain, following an invisible road to the den she had once called home; something in her memory made her miss the warmth of his home. It would be strange to ask to return now, as she was an adult, but she could wish.

Like blood-stained diamonds, her eyes sought familiar fur in the darkness while delicate hands grappled with the task of holding what would soon make a gift for the male who had tried to raise her. "Are you home?" It was a soft voice that escaped her. She didn't want to intrude. Perhaps he was still angry.

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