tonight i'm staring at the moonlight
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now I'm here to stay / love can be so boring / what was it you wanted / could it be I'm haunted?


She wasn't supposed to be here. The place was eery; she didn't even have the words to so much as begin to describe it. All she knew was that it was far too malevolent for her. Coming from Inferni, she knew sadistic, but she also knew honour and faith. Here, all it reeked of was wolves; faithless, dishonest wolves. Her father couldn't stand them, and simply because he didn't, she wouldn't either. Yet here she stood, poised on the edge of a boundary over which lay the treasure they sought. War and Talitha Lykoi were not comrades but she would participate if it pleased Gabriel, and of course, she was here merely to observe and gather what information she could.

And she was on her own orders. If Inferni's leader were to know she stood upon those borders then he would have shit a rather large and unpleasantly jagged brick. Anselm might have been inclined to whoop her ass for it, but as far as she was concerned, if she wasn't following the rules, well, she wasn't supposed to be home in the first place. God would remain with her until her very last breath; the Hand had given faith to its smallest Finger, and she would serve her purpose dutifully.

And for all that belief, she remained froze there, unmoving, unblinking, locked in debate; observe from the outside or infiltrate?

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He seemingly appeared from nowhere. The youth was close to the border. Not a child, but not yet old enough t be classified as adult. He moved slowly, his movements were obivously filled with slight doubt and uncertainty. Blue eyes scanned the teen up and down, and the similarity between father and daughter was obvious, even from distance. He slowly moved closer, maybe a bit afraid to scare her away. What was such a precious gem for the clan doing here, and alone? The beta lifted his maw and inhaled, but there was no doubt that she was alone. He stopped dead in his tracks when he was close enough to her to be able to speak without raising his voice too much.

He turned his face a bit, eyes running across the scenery around them, making sure there were no other wolves about close by. He then turned to her and lowered his head slightly, no threat whatsoever in his standing position. This is a dangerous place for your kind, little Miss. His eyes held a slight worry he could not blink away. He remembered the topic from the pack meeting. Some members were more than willing to shed blood and take prisoners, and no prisoner would be as ideal than this little female that so foolishly had come here.

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now I'm here to stay / love can be so boring / what was it you wanted / could it be I'm haunted?


Her body shot rigid the moment he appeared, ghastly and silent enough to have snuck up on her. Unexpected, the wraith flowed through the trees to stand to her, unthreatening yet but with an undertone to that deep masculine purr that put her on guard. Her hairs shifted all along her neck and shoulders, threatening to flare into life, but she fought back against the instinct; that voice was sickly sweet, the scent of candy melting in the sunshine. She stared back at the chocolate wolf, eyes trailing the white underbelly and pausing momentarily on the black marking where no fur grew: five inner sides and five points painted it a pentagram. Curious as it was, it didn't match those eyes, which were bright but shot through with only a minimal amount of blue, making them eerie and almost white in their brilliance. Beautiful eyes, if only the creature who wore them matched.

The scars hidden throughout his chocolate fur, drawing jagged lines where it no longer grew, were of no concern to Talitha, who had seen scars like that before. His legs were the worst, and she couldn't quite understand the reason for them being so cut up and mutilated, but the one across his chest and down under the one arm was anything but unusual. Altogether he was harmless enough to look at, but her sixth sense had yet to be wrong about a wolf. She didn't make any sound as she took a step back, followed by another, before even daring to respond to the question.

Who gives a shit? The tense and locked voice was enough to speak wonders of her suspicion of the wolf, and another step back flavoured with haste only further proved her desire to leave. He was much too large for her to handle and she was too far from Inferni for Gabriel or Anselm to come to her rescue. It made her foolish and reckless; she shouldn't have come here, and yet her plan had been to assist the clan.

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Clearly not an adult. She had the sound of teen in her mouth, and the magnificent plan she probably had made to make the clan proud had turned out to be surreal. She stepped backwards, and he calmly followed a few steps, refusing to let her increase the distance between them. Deuce was the first that had spoken his name. Gabriel de le Poer. That family line seemed to have spread like a sickness. There had been de le Poers around when he himself had been merely a puppy, and also in his mother's early days. They were spreading, and they had crossed fullbreeds with hybrids, serving up fresh wicked halflings that swore their oats to the coyotes. Haku would probably have done same, but he was unfortunately fullblood wolf.

So, who gave a shit? You do, it seems. His pose and face did not charge, he was good at looking like a harmless sack of potatoes. So, coming all the way here just to leave? What would your father say if he saw his daughter's lack of courage? A neutral smile placed itself on his lips, and he sat down. Now he knew her smell and her appearance. That would be enough for now, and even if she ran away, the 'harm' was already done.

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My dad doesn't matter to you, she said, agitated voice growling in her throat. The hairs along her neck rose slightly as she spread her legs a little more, squaring herself. You're just a stupid wolf. What do you want with him? She had coyote superiority; it was in her blood, inescapable and unavoidable, and therefore impossible for her to ever live in tandem with them. If the wolves proved themselves worth her time, perhaps then. Iskata had been like that; she remembered leading the woman through the sandstorm.

It felt like forever ago, she realised.

Everything about her was childishly tense, as if making herself look somewhat larger and more capable of a fight would scare him off. She, five months old, believe it would be enough to get rid of Haku. And so she let her hackles flare completely to life, raising her ears and stretching up on her long, youthful legs that lent her a gangly and awkward appearance, nose curling back somewhat to show just the tips of her canines. Her red eyes held the fire her back could not, and she stood her ground. If he would not let her go, she would not let him bring her anywhere else.

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Her dad didn’t matter to him, that was true enough, and he served the crossbreed a pleasant smile, as if she was talking of completely other and more pleasant matters. His ears flickered slightly as the girl's hackles rose, and she sized up a bit in what seemed to be an attempt to put him a bit out of place, to seem superior and dangerous. She was too young to succeed, and Haku knew very little of how to create fear in own body. If I wanted anything from him, I would search him out. This was relatively true. Though Gabriel de le Poer was the leader of Inferni, it did not give the chocolate beta reason to go out and try to assassinate. He was enjoying the tension this game had created, the fear that resided in the members on both sides.

What do you want, little Gabe-girl? He slowly began to move, halfway sideways, which he hoped would not scare her off entirely yet. It could be recognized as an enemy starting to circle around his opponent, and he silently guessed that was exactly what this was. He wanted her back to face the pack land and not towards her own home. He had no particular plan, as usual, he was just improvising. This girl could prove useful. As far as the blue eyed brute knew, Inferni did not take prisoners, but simply killed. He did not approve of that. Some in Dahlia wanted to do the same. He picked up a thought that had rose from the Dahlia de Mai pack meeting. Just in case..

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