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Halo Lykoi · 05-28-2011, 03:11 PM

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Bobbimon!

She had barely spoken to any of her co-leaders at all. There was no desire to, and she knew that she was wrong to stomp about and brood about the changed that she felt had been forced on her. It could be important to remember that she was not alone in this mess, but she had the nasty habit of assuming the worst from those around her. It was taken for granted that the three other leaders would turn against her and push her out. The thought of resigning was very tempting, for she did not see how she could have any influence on any matter as long as the team of three were to stand strong against her. She believed Gabriel had thought he made the right decision, but she was close to loathing him for putting her in her current position.

It was all she could do these days; let her thoughts linger with her unhappiness about everything. Inferni had always been an Eden in her mind, but now she was not so certain. Everything was falling apart. She was not surprised though, for that was how her life was set to be; an endless journey through undeserved misery. Ah, self pity could be beautiful like that. But the exotic Centurion seemed harmonic now as she sat with her nose in a book in the mansion’s main living room, the same book she had attempted to read several months ago when she had been disturbed by her foolish half sibling. The girl was gone now, and Halo was indifferent. It only served to show what kind of treacherous material the girl was made of. But why didn’t the yellowing pages describe how to kill the mockingbird?

Sage River Lykoi · 05-29-2011, 07:20 PM

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I need to update this in the info, but I am going to consider Sage as living in the mansion. I wanted her to move! Tongue Caves are lame!

Sage had sought solitude for the past . For once, she wanted to be away from someone. She and Talitha had argued several weeks ago, and things still felt strange. She was not angry with her cousin, not really; she only wished it was as easy for the auburn-haired girl to understand. With a frustrated sigh, she rose from her reclined position, bored of being so stagnant. So, meaning to cheer herself up, she collected her sketching tools and moved out her shabby, half-door and downstairs.

As she stepped out at the main floor, the rush of air brought a familiar scent to her nose. Chocolate ears perked up, her small body moving softly into the living room. The face there was familiar, too, and Sage caught her gaze as she looked up. A friendly smile shone briefly on her lips before she moved to her own corner of the room. The pretty Centurion was reading a book, and Sage wouldn't be the one to disturb her, if she could help it. After all, she was trying to avoid conflict, not create more of it.

Halo had not spoken to the younger girl even once, and Sage felt perhaps it was because that was the way she wanted it. Sage would not cross that line if it was unwanted, so she left her alone. Besides, the hippie child had some art to create. Sitting in a comfortable oversized chair, she began to sketch, eyes occasionally wandering to the copper Lykoi, curious.

Halo Lykoi · 06-14-2011, 02:40 PM

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I apologize for the delay!

This mansion had never belonged to her, but it didn’t stop her from considering this her home. Yet members invaded it and made it theirs as well. They had the right to do so, but she didn’t want them to. Scarlet hues turned into thin; suspicious. Perhaps the silent girl did not mean to disturb, but the mere presence of the other crippled her focus and the book was once again forgotten as the black printed words were abandoned for the sake of a glare busy cutting through the face of the newest sub-leader of the clan. They were all doomed, she was certain.

With a twitch of angry fingers, the book snapped shut. She did not bother about memorizing the page she had reached, for she was relatively positive that she wouldn’t be able to travel through this strange human history. Rats were always there to ruin the rare tranquillity once she had found it. And no, not the adorable kind of rats she adored and trained, but that other kind. The smile that had graced the other’s lips as she had slithered into the room had not been returned, of course. Halo rested the book against her curved chest as if it was valued—something it was not, and sat back!

Perhaps it would be enough to suck out the good mood until Sage was psyched out enough to leave. How mature.

Sage River Lykoi · 06-15-2011, 08:03 PM

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Sage could feel those crimson eyes on her, her own yellow ones catching the smallest glimpses of Halo's unamused expression. It made the girl uneasy, and several times she had to shift and adjust her position. For a moment, she considered simply leaving; but didn't she have a right to be here, too? It was about time that Sage showed some assertion, anyways. A little of that went a long way, so she continued painting, though kept silent.

When the book shut, Sage nearly jumped, obviously flinching at the sound. Her gaze slid to her Centurion cousin, sunshine eyes locking for a moment with blood red. She swallowed, and hesitantly turned her attention back to the canvas.

Several more moment of silence, and Sage peeked briefly over. Halo simply sat back, no longer reading, book clutched to her chest. Crimson gaze only stared straight at the earth-toned Lykoi. Instantly, large chocolate ears fell against her skull. She would avoid her gaze, pretending that all was well; and really, so far, it was. Mostly.

"What's that you were reading, there, m'am?" she asked softly, pleasantly, briefly nodding towards the cover of the book, but unable to see it's title. Sage turned back to the easel, making minor adjustments to her work and fiddling with the colors. If her darker cousin really loathed Sage's presence that deeply, she would leave; she just so hoped that they could get along. Or at the very least, tolerate each other.

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