she's lost in her thoughts

Sage River Lykoi · 05-31-2011, 05:18 PM

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Kiki!

Sage had left her room early. She'd felt restless lately, having stayed home the past couple of weeks. The wandering girl was not accustomed to this strange, sudden habit, and her body did not adjust quickly. Her sleeping patterns had been strange, but now Sage wanted to make life normal.

The tan girl mounted Lennon and took off, no particular destination in mind. She would stay close, still not wanting to leave Inferni's borders just yet; she was unsettled without closure. Talitha had stormed off from Dahlia that day, and they'd hardly spoken since. It had been several weeks now. Talitha was so close to Sage-- or had been-- that it felt wrong, to have this distance between them. Had she really meant all of those things she'd said?

Frowning, she moved to the rocky beach, chocolate ears perched atop her head, hopeful. Talitha came here often, Sage knew, and so she sought her cousin here once more, despite her own dislike of the place. With a lit joint between her lips, she dismounted her steed, giving him a swift pat on the flank. The pastel stallion wouldn't go far, she knew.

Curiously, she strode towards the shore, nose on the wind, trying to gather any of her scent. Even if the redhead wouldn't make the first move, Sage would be certain they would be on good terms again. Nearly worried, chartreuse eyes scanned the coast; there was nothing, yet.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-02-2011, 12:29 PM

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She wasn't sorry for what had happened on the borders of Dahlia de Mai, as she had felt certain that her family would agree; even the cold words to the young Optio went without the woman's desire to apologize. Sage was different, yes, and she couldn't be punished for how she thought. The problem simply was that Inferni did not think in the same peaceful shades as the relaxed Lykoi girls that Kaena loved so much. Talitha de le Poer had long since learned that the world outside of Infern's borders were black and white; she was a coyote, and therefore she bore stigma as well as love simply on that declaration. It was no different for the wolves who lived on the outside. Her cousin simply did not understand. The older Optio wondered if she ever would.

The beach was her source of comfort for the day, an easy way to forget herself found in the cold waters of the Saltbrooke Inlet; she waded into the water without hesitation. Swimming had always been a pleasant pastime for the auburn-shaded female. While locked away on the Dahlian beach, she found pleasure in the salty waves there. Inferni was no different — when the mentally unstable de le Poer woman needed a place to clear her mind, she turned to the water.

Her swim was short-lived. As she returned to the shore, shaking her curls loose from water, crimson eyes caught the sight of her sandy cousin. Black lined lips twisted in a grimace, not because Sage was there, but because Talitha herself wasn't quite sure she was ready to deal with the argument that would ensue.

Sage River Lykoi · 06-08-2011, 08:29 PM

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slooow, bad, etc.

Hazy, half-lidded eyes lagged across the shoreline. Maybe her auburn-haired cousin really wasn't here. A nearly-relieved breath filled up Sage's lungs, but before she could exhale, yellow eyes caught sight of something. Unsure, she waited. Then, out of the waters rose Talitha. She'd been swimming; her body had been lost in the pattern of the waves. Blinking curiously, Sage let out her deep breath. She'd found her, after all.

The crimson-eyed de le Poer girl was several yards down the shore, and Sage approached slowly, cautiously. She wanted to repair things between them, not argue more; but Talitha's expression was foreboding and unpleasant. The earth child was sure she wouldn't make it easy.

Untamed, wild seabreeze whipped through Sage's hair where she stood, cementing her feet to the sand for the moment. She would let Talitha close their distance. Thin fingers brought the remains of the joint to her lips, and Sage inhaled deeply before tossing the thing into the wind.

"Talitha..." she began, more of a plea than anything. She didn't want to see her cousin's angry face or hear her bitter words; she just wanted it all to be right again. Yellow eyes did not look to Talitha's yet, but stayed on the sea. At least there, there was peace.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-09-2011, 10:38 PM

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Her cousin seemed as uncomfortable as the older Optio. As Sage spoke her name, the pleading word that it was, the russet woman found her courage. Her eyes narrowed, arms crossing firmly before her as she readied the words she had wished to say to the young Lykoi at the borders of Dahlia de Mai. "You went against everything they have fought to keep, Sage. What you said, your words about...the future, I can't believe you would say such things. Do you realize what those things have done to us? Do you have any idea at all?" Her voice started soft, barely a whisper, but soon grew with strength and determination. She was determined to teach her cousin the evils of the wolves, even if it meant that Sage's fragile innocence was destroyed. Talitha knew her world to be the right one. She knew the hearts and minds of those elders in the pack. She understood. She had been there. She had experienced it. Him. Haku Soul and his Dahlia.

She didn't give the more passive woman a chance to speak before starting in once more. "You embarrassed us in your words to them; you embarrassed me, you made it appear as if I knew nothing about what I spoke of, and you were the one who was wrong! It does not matter if they are new, it wouldn't matter if they reformed and changed their name! They are Dahlia de Mai, and that woman knows what she undertook in leading them! We suffered under his reign, senselessly! That pack has ruined so much of what could have been good!" As she spoke, her mind twisted back to the beach. It had been Haku's fault that she was vulnerable to the uncle she was disgusted by, it had been Dahlia de Mai that had kept her from the safety of her father's watch, and she took personal stock in the hatred felt toward the wolf pack. But Sage couldn't understand; Sage had not experienced what Talitha had. Sage was, for lack of better words, joyful. Talitha both envied and abhorred it.

Sage River Lykoi · 06-11-2011, 07:47 PM

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i maek long-ish post? Big Grin WC: 538

Sage hadn't even had time to prepare her thoughts, let alone her words, before Talitha was in her face. Her taller cousin bore down on her, her posture cross-armed, stern, and intimidating. Sage's dark ears flattened against her chocolate waves, sensing her body tensing, shifting uncomfortably. She had not expected this intense barrage of words.

Golden eyes looked down, away, frowning deeply in an ultimately upset expression. She was angry, yes, but mostly she just wanted to fix things. Cream-colored chest rose as she took a deep breath through Talitha's speech, worried eyes flicking briefly back to crimson ones. It was all she could do not to burst into tears right there.

It hurt the most, knowing that the pretty, black-masked girl had such anger and hatred in her; so deeply hidden was Talitha's true heart. A shaky breath punctuated the silence that lingered as her cousin's voice died down. Her body relaxed for a moment, ears raising very slightly as she opened her mouth in an attempt to retaliate.

As often happened, though, she was cut off-- forced to listen as Talitha assaulted her with stories of Dahlia and their crimes. Sage knew well of them; she'd heard the stories, horrible and true as they were. They stung at her heart. No one could change the past, they could only learn from it. Yes, Dahlia was once reigned by a mad man. Yes, his children may still be about. But that didn't mean that things couldn't change. Was Talitha so resistant to change because it frightened her? Because she did not know how to live in a world without war? Sage's body relaxed again, leaning back and assessing her cousin through narrowed, unsure eyes.

"Talitha, I really didn't mean to belittle you, but you must listen;" she began, pleading with her cousin again to just hear her out, "what happened between Inferni and Dahlia is over! Why do you insist on holding on to so much hatred; it won't change anything! And it isn't like we've never caused any senseless suffering," she reasoned. Her voice was firmer now, but still carried an unsteadiness. She did not want to restart this whole argument, but nonetheless she prepared to do so. "We can still be good, Talitha; and it can be because of us! There's plenty of good left to seen in Inferni." She finished, her eyes lingering on her cousin for a moment before her attention drifted, flustered. There was good in Ezekiel; she knew it. And somewhere, Talitha had it, too.

Sage turned her head to the sea, taking a deep breath of the salty air as a breeze passed over her. Dark waves were brushed from her eyes, and she looked to her feet. Why did her cousin insist on dwelling on things that couldn't be changed? Tan fingers ran over her own arms; how could she explain this without getting attacked for it?

"Why is it so hard for you to just move on?" she asked softly, honestly. Really, why couldn't she? What had happened to Sage's pretty cousin to make her so spiteful and angry? All of that anger could be spent better on other emotions, if she could only try.

Talitha de le Poer · 06-13-2011, 04:37 PM

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As expected, Sage did not understand. Talitha listened, but took in none of her nonsense about being good, about moving on. The de le Poer could not understand the mind of her cousin. All of the facts were so clear! The wolves were not to be trusted, and though her father and brother and she differed on dogs, Talitha saw them to be as much a wolf as the next. But Sage, oh Sage, she saw the good in everything. Silence caused Talitha to wonder why she had stayed in Inferni when she was just so clearly wrong. Why had Ezekiel given her this power when she went against all they truly stood for? She'd seen it in her brother, she'd seen him when Makhesthai died, she knew that he followed the same path as she and Gabriel. What purpose did Sage serve in the grand picture of Inferni?

Talitha's eyes remained cold as she surveyed her cousin's features, rolling over questions in her mind. "Who are you to tell me what should and shouldn't be thought towards them, Sage? You don't belong here; you aren't a child of Inferni, I don't care what your father might be or what your blood is. You don't share our thoughts. They aren't to be trusted. We all see this. Inferni sees this. Why can't you?" She'd since quieted, her questions based in inquiry and confusion rather than outright anger. "You think we aren't good already? We take care of our kind, of our families. What bad is there in that? What bad is there in taking care of us when they want to harm us? They kill our kind, Sage. It's only fair that we retaliate, that we place our trust elsewhere." Her hands found her hips, eyes closing as she took a moment to breathe. Sage simply had to learn. "Maybe you need more lessons on what it means to be a Lykoi in Inferni. They are outsiders. To embrace them is to turn your back on your family, just as Gabriel has in the past." She tilted her head to the side, letting the crimson gaze open once more. Perhaps she was radical in her beliefs, but she felt she was right. Gabriel had told her as much.

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