in limbo

Talitha de le Poer · 05-09-2011, 06:56 PM

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OOC: Visiting in afternoon. Sage is with Talitha (probably with Lennon), and Talitha is wearing the necklace Nayru made — she would have taken it after finding it at the borders. Eventually hoping to talk to Nayru, but other members of DdM are free to greet them.

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Finding the gifts had been easy enough, as her dawn rounds to check the border skulls had taken to upon the path that lead to a fading, and ultimately unpleasant, scent. She couldn't read, and the note was useless to her, but she had pocketed it — as well as the charming necklace — for later help in regards to deciphering it. It was Myron who told her what it entailed, and she did not take long to realize that it was something that her brother would need to see.

Her decision to visit the damned lands toward the south were not based in curiosity as she had claimed; though the note and gifts left behind were thought provoking and left her intrigued, she ultimately traveled past the borders of the pack in order to find out what sort of creature this new leadership would prove to be. She had learned early on that a pack was only so strong as the members present within it. Dahlia de Mai had proven in the past to be useless, an outside force that was not to be trusted by those of the coyote clan to the north, yet this new Aquila (for she knew no other word for a leader) seemed wanting of some closure between the two groups. Surely they knew the history.

With the company of her more easy-going cousin, and a gift for the leader, the two made their way through the remaining Wastes and into Arachnea's Revenge, seeking out the borders of what had once been an enemy. Talitha knew the destination well, a fact that gave her little trouble when it came to navigating the forest in search of the shores of Whisper Beach. The beach, where she had been kept in her childhood. She hated the beach. At the soft feel of the sand under her paws, she grimaced. "We're here," she murmured, red eyes gazing past the invisible border that led into her perceived Hell. For a moment, she didn't want to alert them to their desired audience; it was necessary, however. The half-barked howl that emanated from the darker Optio rang out past the waves on the shore, startling a perch of birds from their roost. Anxiety crept in, her fingers grasping the painted skull she had brought in return for the items left near the borders. Haku Soul had been a monster; what was this one?

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