Optime form → Lacking clothing, only because she was too lazy to get dressed before wandering away from home. Assume the alcohol is some sort of vodka; I like the cobalt bottles. She's pretty heavily drunk. It can probably be smelled.
Weeks had passed since the verbal beating dealt by her monstrous father, but the wounds dealt still bled wholly. Nothing had hurt so much as his words. While Andrezej had destroyed her body and mind, Gabriel had shattered a love and faith that tied his eldest daughter to the real world. The Lykoi woman attempted to rationalize his words, perhaps hoping that he had only been angry with her, but she knew it wasn't true. Gabriel spoke truth, at least in the mind of the maturing female. She couldn't deny his opinion as fact. God was angry with her. She had made mistakes. She was suffering for sins that she could never change. She was suffering for parentage, becoming just like the mother she wished deceased. Though she had removed herself from the Massacre life, it had not let her go.
Dainty russet hands wrapped around a cobalt bottle, chilled and frosty from the cool air that filtered into her home within the Grimwell Caverns. A disgusting vice that left her mind calm, if not better, and one she had been partaking in more fervently since her own realization that God had left her. Another stinging sip passed creme lips and easily slipped down her throat. Another uncertain step took her closer to the place she had once called home. D'Neville manor was a comfortable memory, where she had met Cotl and where she had spent hours in the company of Kesho Maisha, but also a place that invoked horror. Spirits followed her in the darkness there, and yet she always returned.
Perhaps it called to her like Inferni did.
Crimson eyes settled upon a figure on the porch, the odd scent of smoked herb lingering on the wind. Talitha knew what it was, but not who she was, though she could safely assume that the female was related. She wore golden eyes, golden Lykoi eyes, with the same earthy stripe that her Grandmother Kaena had offered to the children she bore; Ezekiel wore the same handsome feature. A soft hiccup gave prelude to her presence before she took a shaky step up to the old wooden porch, glancing about anxiously. The female was sketching, and nearby a horse was rummaging for food. Talitha cleared her throat. "You draw?" she asked, taking another generous gulp from the blue bottle. As an artist herself, she was intrigued, but did not feel comfortable approaching.
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