[/html]Blood lay everywhere, splattered across the surface of the mangled counter inside of Jacko's Pop & Gas Stop. Once it had been a simple gas station. Now it was littered with debris and overgrown plants. And blood, now, as Talitha Lykoi stood over it with a sharpened stick. Wood wasn't usually capable of inflicting truly harmful wounds, but the fire-hardened tip dug into her fur-covered flesh like any crude and dull knife would have. A gentle curve, a sharp inhale, and more crimson fluid flooded the surface of the dilapidated counter. She dropped the weapon of choice, letting it roll from her as she cleaned the back of her hand with dirty canvas, torn from some old banner half-hidden by the dirt.
She admired her handiwork, blackened lips curling in a satisfied smile; it was perfect, a semi-perfect circle with waved lines moving outward. A sun. Representing her new leaf, her new horizon, her new day within Inferni. Back to her throne, back with her King, the de le Poer Princess and Heir apparent. Only in her mind, of course, but it was better than her once-present self-loathing that ran rampant through her attitude.
Her eyes darted about, crimson irises flitting over the sparse furnishings of the gas station, or at least what was left, before her feet carried her back outside. The snow was abundant, turning lush red as some of the remaining bloodstream dripped like paint onto the top of it. She watched the patterns of dots with curiosity, then promptly bent down to draw on the pristine canvas with her hand. A circle, a ray, a point. Eight of them were put into place before she deemed her masterpiece finished, all eight littered with droplets of Luperci blood; it gave the proper color to the symbol bestowed on the Lykoi family. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Until the next snowfall, it would serve as a reminder of who claimed the lands. Lykoi lineage.
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