Unwanted, unneeded

Tlantli Kimaris · 03-05-2012, 05:26 PM

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Tlantli is by Alaine!

The tawny woman inclined her head, nodding her agreement slowly. This was true -- there were many Luperci who were magic-dead and spirit-blind. She herself had even been the same, for a while. Since then, however, the wool had fallen from her eyes, and the flaxen coyote knew her truer purpose now. It was not in magic, Salsola, or this false family -- her own heritage was of the utmost importance. Thankfully, Tlantli was not single-minded in her purpose, and she was capable of seeing beyond and to the sides of her eventual goal. It would not be the end of her -- already, she had delayed departure due to wintry conditions. The flaxen coyote could wait years, even -- but she wanted to return as soon as possible, before her brothers and sister died and left no one of the Kimaris name within Eterne.

As her mottled companion continued, thankfully, on the subject Tlantli preferred, the tawny coyote listened, recognizing none of the names. Isabella's profluent speech captivated Tlantli -- it was not so much her words, but the accent they bore. The hybrid was rather surprised to learn, however, that Isabella had come from this side of the world. Most of the strange accents she heard within Salsola came from over the sea -- it would seem Isabella's homeland was far closer. Her mottled companion asked a question in turn, and Tlantli smiled, just the tips of her razor-sharp teeth showing against the dark of her lips.

Eterne, she responded, inhaling sharply with the taste of this name on her tongue. A vision, just like your Montreal, but tucked away in the desert. In truth, Eterne was not in the desert itself -- their coastal valley was a region of dense semi-tropical forest, and the surrounding plateaus were the truly desert-like terrain. Still, Tlantli herself had crossed the flat yellow land with her brothers on her journey north. The pale yellow woman considered, and offered more. Eterne is a good place, but... led away from truth, she said, considering her words carefully. False priests, false books, you know? she said, trying to figure out just how to say what she was thinking. Their thought is truth, but their hands make it bad, she said, gesturing at first by pointing to her skull, then offering both palms up in an emptied gesture.

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