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Word Count » 338 :: Miqui does start here, but he leaves. Feel free to reference him passing in your post. All welcome, Borgata Zopilote (Family ranked and up, so no slaves), sundown. Feel free to request she gives your character their pack scarification; you get +25 game points for a thread that details receiving it!
Miqui let out a furious snarl as he went to the ground.
His sister, the petite and golden thing, let out a laugh as she stepped on his chest. "Oh, Miqui. Haftn't you learned? You cahn't win." Fiery eyes glistened with excitement. She hadn't lost a sparring match with Miqui since they had left Eterne; sometimes she wondered if he merely downplayed his abilities, but knew deep down that this was not so. Neither of her brothers had the same aptitude to combat, though Miqui came fairly close. She took her foot away from him, allowing him to scramble back to his feet. His glare left her unfazed. "I will soon. You can' always be lucky, Tlantli." His eyes narrowed, burning into hers with all of his oh-so-common anger. All smiles faded from her features; as her hand came into contact with his cheek and muzzle, he seemed shocked. Whether or not it was an honest slap of reprimand went unknown, for as soon as it was over, she was smiling yet again. "It ess adorabel that you t'ink you cahn, brother."
He let out a snort of irritation and turned away, crossing strong arms over an equally strong chest. Tlantli reached out, undoing his tied hair only to gather it back up and tie it again. Her gaze graced the spot at the base of his neck, the small wound that shaped itself like the Hand of Eris. "If you t'ink you cahn be better, Miqui, you cahn be." Strange words of reassurance from his sister caused him to shrug off her hands, legs carrying him back toward the ruins. The young Crone released a sigh, shaking her head as she turned back toward the cove of Borgata Zopilote. She was tired of his attitude, but she knew she would never turn him away; even in Salsola, Miqui was her only true and strong family.
Her body dropped to the ground, knees providing a perch for her arms as she witnessed the pink sky of sunset fade upon the world.