OOC. 3+ Short and unpleasant; sorry. ;~;[/html]
IC.
Blood was far warmer than snow, and it wasn't long before the crimson fluid melted holes into the canvas it had been painted on, leaving the Lykoi star as a deep imprint on the ground, separated from the rest of the ground around it. Massacre eyes flitted over the scene, wide with wonderment as the painting turned into a true masterpiece, until the next snowfall when the fresh frozen water would hide the original work once more. But it was still a piece of art, if impermanent. The Lykoi star, her family's symbol. Her fingers went to the tattoo at her hip.
With a breeze came the scent of a stranger, though it was not an outsider. Her attention was drawn up from the ground, glancing in each direction around her as she sought the source of the smell; someone was nearby, and quite close. It took only a moment for her ruby eyes to land on the younger, black-furred body of a pack member. Her tension released.
"Are you ok, miss? You're bleeding, did you hurt yourself?"
He was being gentle, amiable really, and she returned his kindness with a vague smile so as not to frighten him. "Not hurt. I was making art; blood is simply a side effect." She laughed at her own words, tossing her head back with her trilling chuckle. Perhaps she had lost too much blood, but that was unlikely. The wound was unpleasant, but not fatal.
As the laughter silenced, she glanced back to her new company, ear twitching subtly. "You're an oddly considerate boy. What's your name?" She didn't underestimate that the male was like the rest of Inferni, primarily a well oiled machine with the exception of her uncle's family -- damned hippies. Talitha herself knew better than to judge books by their covers, presenting a facade to the world that was far from the internal mechanisms of the de le Poer princess.
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