<style type="text/css">
.tlabirds .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, Georgia, sans-serif;}
.tlabirds .ooc p {padding:5px 20px 10px 22px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;}
.tlabirds .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;}
.tlabirds b {font-weight:bold; color:#ccb586; letter-spacing:1px; }
.tlabirds p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 20px 10px 22px;margin:0px;}
.tlabirds {width:400px;border:1px solid #090909;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... lantli.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:158px;background-color:#a78f73;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#090909;}
</style>
Word Count » 432 :: Borgata Colotl. Kiki's first actual points in Salsola! Yay for Kiki! Also, p. for Sirius; Alaine, you can date this to whenever.
The ruins were dark and had the distinct smell of musky animals and mildew, but as she descended into the new home for much of their small family. A please smile crossed golden features, fingers curling around the scruff of the bobcat she carted along; it was a gift for the one she sought, the handsome devil who had turned her mind toward the future. He was power, he held the love and loyalty of many who now resided amongst the thistle-lined ruins. She wasn't stupid. Addressing him in his new position was expected, if not required by her own moral code. Though he had seemed less than pleased to see her capabilities in their prior meeting, there was no chance for her to usurp his skill or masculinity by bringing the gift on her own terms.
A slender arm adjusted the dusty red strap that crossed her chest, covering up the dark scar that rested there; her bag clanked together with the same metallic sound as her bracelets as she moved, reminding the world that she carried much more than her awkward grace and aggressive air. That was what had given her a place amongst them. She was Eternian, and she was given some form of respect by both her cousin-sister Eris and this charming thing known as Sirius Revlis. She was not the sort to be proud, yet something bubbled up inside of her chest as she progressed into the rocky home of Borgata Colotl.
Deeper still she trekked, footsteps soft on the cool surface of the ground, searching for the hybrid she had aligned herself to. On her mind was more than just handing over the whole wild cat. He held status, he was family, and like she offered her family, she would offer him her abilities in bettering his body. A huff escaped her dark-lined lips and she stopped, dropping the furry corpse so she could rest. She wasn't truly tired, but he could always come to her instead. With all the grace of a stallion, rather than a female Luperci, she dropped to the ground and started to rummage amongst the items in her satchel. Out came the worn knife used for so many of her daily tasks, ready to skin the creature before her while she waited for the roguish leader. "Que tipico para un hombre, que me deja esperar para él." The words were spoken into the sunlight filtering into the ruined structure, and caused a bright laugh to emanate from the fae-creature as she worked.