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- Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: Shattered Coast, Optime, Dusk Restlessness had overtaken her soul. Since the woman's meeting with Ezekiel, his betrayal had eaten away at her, and it was a relief to escape the claustrophobic confines of the old Hotel and allow her mind more room to roam.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 07-28-2011 [html] The decision to leave Ezekiel's kingdom had been a quick, desperate choice — since speaking with her father, cold reality had flooded her veins. It hadn't happened yet. While she and her brother fought or shared differing views, he always returned to her side in the end, but she knew Gabriel was right — someday, she would lose him, but to who? Who threatened her comfortable life at her brother's side? Only one face came to mind: Alaine. The Aquila had told her he'd stopped seeing the woman, and she knew it to be true, but that did not mean he wouldn't return someday. There was only one thing she was capable of doing in her condition, revealing a secret the twins had buried. Alienating him further from a woman she had no reason to fear. She'd set out early days before, warning no one of her disappearance — really, who would even notice? Enkiel was the likely culprit, but he was busy with some deluded creature her brother had allowed in the borders. She was certain she would return in time, before she was missed by her cousin. The path to the dog pack was unfamiliar and she found herself lost in the forest more than once, emotions tearing apart her sanity little by little until, with relief, she found the coast. Her call was for the woman — she wanted to see no other damned creature — and the response from the healer was a quick one. Anxiety settled at the sight of the horse, so similar to her brother's steed. Her name was spoken with narrowed eyes. The princess almost snarled. "Get off of your horse." It was a simple command — she refused to be faced with a beast alongside a monster, but she didn't bother to wait and see if the woman complied. Frail fingers combed back auburn curls, eyes closing as her head turned away. She had come for a reason, but the reason was so wrong that she couldn't find the words. How could she betray the trust of her brother? How could she set the bridges he'd closed on fire, ruining him in the eyes of another? It was selfish, but she felt it necessary. Ezekiel was her only tie to the mortal world — without him, she had no place. Fire eyes opened once more, focusing shamelessly upon the emerald of her lover's mother. "I came to tell you news about your son." News about her son, that he was gone and buried in the earth outside her den. Talitha would keep him forever, that way, and it gave her a sense of sick satisfaction though she knew his spawn would be sent away by her own hands. Caillen was a prize to keep, while his children were not. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: <3 Agitated as she was by her mistress' anxiety, Nana did not detect the other woman as she might otherwise have. When Talitha's sharp voice came from the darkness of the trees, both mare and healer jumped. The horse quickly swung around to face this new peril, her heavy frame intimidating and large. From the shadows, Alaine's keen eyes saw a shadow detach from the rest, and knew by the glint of ruby eyes that it was her son's favorite whore.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 07-28-2011 [html] The woman complied and slid from the back of the horse, allowing Talitha the chance to look at her more closely. Alaine was the same as she had been months before when she and the handsome wolfdog had visited her in the Court. Of course, things were also different — her eyes were drawn to the object in the woman's hand, laughter erupting on the inside even though it did not leave her. What did the collie expect she could do? Harm the Infernian princess? Self-important as she was, Talitha knew someone would be angry were she to come back harmed. It wouldn't have mattered at any rate — she knew once she spoke of Caillen that the woman would listen just as Talitha would have paused her world to hear news of her brother were he to turn up gone. Alaine's words came flatly, causing a sense of discomfort in the chest of the de le Poer, almost as if she felt guilty for bringing the news. Could the collie have gone on blissfully ignorant to the loss of her child were Talitha to simply not tell her? Was it wrong to explain what had happened? It had been her fault that her lover had met his end, a fact that haunted her in so many ways other than the memory of holding the corpse. All of her composure trembled as she prepared to loose the lie she'd told herself. Caillen was dead. She would never see him again. "Caillen is dead." The words had come out softer than she had planned, sadder. Did she miss him? Very much. With the words came the swell of sorrow she was so used to feeling, and her fingers clutched at the stag's head that hung limply about her neck, amongst the forest of tarnished branches and bits of polished garnet. "Caillen is dead, and it's my fault and I'm...I'm...sorry, I'm so sorry." When did her whispers turn into cries? When did she decide she needed to apologize? What possessed her to find Alaine, the selfishness of wanting her brother to herself or the desire to clear her conscience of a sin she regretted so much? It seemed both fueled the mind of the pretty, pretty princess as she stood before the woman who would judge her that night. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: <3 And she knew, oh, she knew, before Talitha even opened her mouth to voice the dreaded words - She knew, when she saw the ice queen's frosty hatred turn, so horribly, to the deep sadness they both knew to be grief.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 07-28-2011 [html] She watched the mother break apart at the news her child was gone — was this how it was supposed to be? She had lost children, but it wasn't truly the same; Caillen had been a grown man, taken from the world by...what? Jealousy? Anger? She had been wrong to carry on with him and Ezekiel had made her suffer for her sins against her blood. Myron had helped her bury the giant corpse. The world had kept turning as it always had, but now it stopped again and shifted as a mother grieved for her adult child and the loss of his presence on the earth. Talitha felt little pity for Alaine, but she felt grief for the loss of the man all the same — still, even after taking Cotl as her significant other, her heart burned with the same haunting desire to have the wolfdog once more. Love was not an emotion she allowed herself to think of, it was a dangerous thing that she reserved for only her father and brother, but it seemed Caillen had broken down the wall that separated it from the general masses and taken it for himself. She hadn't allowed herself to admit it before, but it came to her sure enough as she tried to keep her sadness in. The only man she'd loved was dead. How? she asked, and Talitha closed her eyes again, her face turning away. For the briefest moment, she considered lying, but she knew that it was obvious. "Ezekiel," she croaked, her brother's name feeling foreign on her lips as it entered the air. Ezekiel had done nothing wrong, not in the eyes of his sister, but still she hated him for his judgement — she had been happy in the arms of the Winters man. It didn't seem enough to simply tell her who, she'd wanted to know how and the de le Poer tried to remember what she knew. She hadn't been there for whatever altercation had happened between the men, but she had heard the call and she hadn't moved fast enough. "He came to find me." He'd been dead when she'd reached him and she hadn't had the time to properly mourn, for Ezekiel's fury had called her away. She should have tended to her brother first, but instead her arms had found the dog — oh, the way Ezekiel had spoken to her, it still cut her like a knife. .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: <3 There was blame within her, and there had been for a long time. She had blamed Talitha for her son's disappearance, for his dramatic change, his aggression. She had been unable to blame Caillen for these things, and now, she never would. There had been bad blood between them the last time she had seen her son, and now, the opportunity to make it right would never come.
.al-txtsun-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:190px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .al-txtsun {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .al-txtsun .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .al-txtsun .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .al-txtsun p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .al-txtsun b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Talitha de le Poer - 07-28-2011 [html] Ezekiel had done nothing wrong. This was something she tried so hard to firmly believe, for the death was something she knew she couldn't forgive if he suddenly became the one to blame. Caillen should have stayed away — he had known he couldn't be part of her world, that she belonged to Inferni much like he belonged to his mother, and she had accepted that much. Why hadn't he stayed away? Why hadn't he simply waited for her? She should have never allowed it to go as far as it had — once it had turned to revenge, revenge for her father's ignorance to his family in breeding with the golden whore, she should have simply let it disappear. But no, her anger had transformed into care and from that sprung feelings she was unfamiliar with. Love was a foolish, ephemeral thing, and yet she could admit to herself now that she had loved the merle man, enough to betray the confidence of her beloved sibling. She couldn't rationalize why she'd told the witch who had killed her son — wouldn't it have been simpler to not come at all? — and she didn't know what she would tell Ezekiel himself if it came to that time. Would he be angry? Would he hate her? Or would he understand that it had to be done, for closure for both herself and him? She didn't care about the Winters woman, only for those who resided within the skulled borders of Inferni. She had no soul to save, but she could try to help that of her twin. What had it been, murder or accident? She couldn't be sure, she didn't know, she hadn't been there. Red eyes averted their gaze from the hideous green of the woman who grasped so tightly at her wrist — she wondered if Enkiel would notice the tender flesh when she returned, and if he would tell Ezekiel of her journey to meet Alaine. She didn't believe so. He had kept her confidence so far, yet she couldn't be sure. Perhaps Ezekiel deserved to know. Maybe she deserved what he would do upon learning that she couldn't even hold her tongue to save him. Maybe she should have cast herself into the ocean when news of her bastard half-siblings came to light. "I don't know; I didn't find him fast enough." Still a whisper, her voice hid what she believed to be truth: Caillen's death had not been accidental, Ezekiel had killed the man for...what? Why had her brother really done it? For her or for himself, out of love or anger? She was a hypocrite, a whore, and now he knew the truth that everyone would soon see. Though she expected him to cast her away at the birth of her children, she could not help but muster the words to defend him before the woman. "Ezekiel is a good man — Caillen's death is my fault, not his. I take the blame. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let him love me." .talithaangel b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .talithaangel .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .talithaangel p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .talithaangel {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... iangel.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 120px 0px 20px 40px; font-family: times new roman, sans-serif; font-size:13px; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 07-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: <3 Something seemed to have changed within Talitha. It was as though Caillen's death had stolen some of the ice queen's spite, some of the cruelness that Alaine had seen in her the last time the two women had met. She seemed paler, a worn image of herself, and in spite of the round health of pregnancy, the woman appeared to the healer as little more than a shallow indent of the bitch she had been.
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