Hope you don't mind a Talitha. Still encouraging others to join, by the way! 3+[/html]Her move from the manor to the caves had left her sober and solemn, walking the length of the Inferni border most days in order to clear her head of amassed thoughts that she really didn't want. This day was no different, her feet carrying her from the cave beside her father's into the snow of Inferni's winter. Days were starting to get longer once again, even if it was hardly noticeable, and that announced the presence of another year added to her life. Three since her father had taken them from the old lands to the lands she stood proudly on at that moment. She sighed audibly into the air, rubbing at the corners of her crimson eyes, redder from time spent crying alone in the back of her new home. Another year, and she was no farther from the pit she had been placed in.
The Inferni air helped her remember why she had returned. It smelled of comfort and eased her mind of all the thoughts that clouded it, bringing her smile back to her chocolate- and cream-furred muzzle. Though she had lived in many places, home had only ever been Inferni, a fact unclear to her during her youth. She had once believed that home could be anywhere, as long as it was something desired. The truth was clear that blood made a home, and her blood was tied firm into the wastes.
Each step brought her closer to an unidentifiable smell, something known but unknown on the air. She hadn't noticed it at first, not until she heard unfamiliar sounds in the background of her thoughts. Low-speech wasn't something she understood, or spoke herself, and she hadn't known that anyone apart from the animals who lived around the lands could speak it as well. As she neared, her eyes caught the sight of the blonde, muscular body of her brother, knelt over the body of a dying creature. A deer. The blood stained the snow around it, the scent hanging thick in the air.
She didn't approach, hanging back to simply study and watch him. His movements were different, far from what they had been in their youth. He moved with hunter's grace while he butchered the carcass he had brought down. A surge of pride flushed through her chest, fading into other vague emotions that caused her to pull the tarnished flask from under her skirt. It made only a brief appearance, tucked back into the band of torn fabric she tied about her thigh after Talitha quenched her stress with the shameful vice.
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