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Another day, another bottle. Despite the drama from early in the dawn hours, Talitha's day had been quite the same. Drink after drink, laughing at nothing, she had made her way from the D'Neville mansion. Her feet pressed carefully into the soil of the outlying forest; the Forest of Nod was the only true forested region of the Inferni lands, and the only place enemies could hide. Still, it was more interesting than the flattened land outside of the tree-lined borders and that drew her attention in the setting sun. Her fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle she had carried from her bedroom table, adjusting the glass in her hand.
Over the Dapplebrook Creek and farther into the trees the Luperci went, singing a broken song past long swigs of the amber whiskey she held on to. Like a child, she swung her arm and skipped across the Frosthold Stream, heading toward the southern border of the Forest of Nod in cheerful abandon. It was almost like being a child once more, though in a different place; since Gabriel had set fire to the forest of her motherland, life had been different. But this home was not so much different than the last. It was still warm, and she was still loved and life was still mediocre at best.
Her toes pressed against the invisible border of the Inferni land as she brought the bottle to her lips once again. The liquor burned, bringing superficial tears to her crimson eyes as she swallowed it and focused her attention on the lands outside of her home. The skulls that littered the border were a clear warning: Abandon hope, ye who enter here. Trespassers were unwelcome, and would be found and punished. After all, Inferni was, in Talitha's mind, a powerhouse. Streamlined and svelte, with all of the working parts of a machine.
With Gabriel as their Aquila, Talitha knew others deserved to quiver; her father was a symbol of masculinity and fair justice in the crimson sight of his eldest daughter. Those who worked against him would feel the wraith of the cinnamon female.
A trilling laugh escaped the lips of the Tirones as the thought settled on her shoulders. She could protect and serve with the best of them; after all, she was a Lykoi.
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