suffering beneath me

Talitha de le Poer · 04-14-2011, 09:16 PM

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Setting: Hades Beach

Time: Night

Character Form: Optime

A lot of rambling. The gist is that she's standing in the water, staring at the moon. Typical.

Though she hadn't felt the weight of the world on her shoulders since speaking with her father, Talitha didn't see life in positive light. Crimson eyes watched as the waters of the Saltbrooke washed against her wolfish feet. There was distress in her posture, and on the air. Somehow, despite everything she had disclosed to her behemoth King, the princess Lykoi couldn't turn her thoughts from the water-laden grave she had once threatened to throw herself into. On the shores of Hades' Beach, there was no Niro to remind her of the cowards who selfishly tossed life away. Without a sensible voice, she wondered if it wouldn't be the best resort for the family she had put so much love into. Without her whining, without her anger, Gabriel and Ezekiel would be free to do as they pleased. Her brother would have new siblings to watch over and protect, instead of his unstable twin who often ruined everything. Gabriel might manage to stabilize his own life with a replacement for Faolin Mogotsi, whom he once loved so much. It seemed to be Talitha who held the two back. Her jealousy, her outrage, her insensibility toward the world. Once, life had been so clear. Wolves were vile monsters. Now, everything was muddled.

A delicate hand reached down to grasp at smooth stones that had washed up, shaped by time to relieve the surface of all jagged edges. Her arm twisted back, flung forward, and the rock was cast into the brackish waters. Plink. The sound brought back more recent memories, of a time when she had sat on the beach with an unreasonable uncle. No longer did she claim herself a Massacre, or a Mogotsi, or a Holocaust. Though she didn't understand the circumstances around her father's paternal family, she couldn't help but feel a kinship with the de le Poer's she would never met. Her grandfather had died, and the only de le Poers in contact with her now were the ones she lived in Inferni with. Yet she was not, by name, a de le Poer. She had been pushed from the wolfish name by her father and mother, while her brother managed to gain it. Ezekiel probably didn't care what surname he went by, yet his sister couldn't help but be jealous. She was the dark, crimson-eyed image of her mother. Ezekiel gained the striking eyes and fearful name of her lord Father. Why couldn't she?

As another rock was cast into the water, her free hand raised to cover one red eye. What would her life have been like with her mother present? Now, she rarely thought of the red-furred Mogotsi coyote who had loved them so much. She took her father's stance. Her mother was a traitor, leaving her children and mate behind to chase something into the sunset. There was no time to think of traitors, but it did cause curiosity. Without Faolin, her life was open to betrayal and pain, and there was no female to offer guidance. Perhaps it was the reason that she and her father suffered such rifts; did Gabriel have difficulty raising his daughter without a mother-figure present? Of course, that was all in the past. Talitha was full-grown and in messes of her own, and it seemed the past could never been repaired.

Her feet carried her forward into the water, letting it chill her fur and flesh. It was the same as the sea off the Shattered Coast. Freezing, as she imagined hell to be. Her arms crossed beneath the poorly mended ribcage that housed such vital organs she wished she didn't have. As the moon cast a silvery shadow onto the water, she watched the clouds pass it. "I wonder where mother is now," she mused to the air. Leaving Gabriel couldn't have been easy; did she think of them?

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