the dearly departed

Talitha de le Poer · 05-08-2011, 03:39 AM

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For Mel, since Ezekiel, in theory, comes to the rescue. I SUCK. I suck. This is just awful, and I apologize. Anyways, death of Makhesthai Lykoi. Afternoon, Eden, Optime Talitha to Secui Talitha. Dead Maki.

"I'm glad you're learning so quickly, little Lykoi."

Talitha saw the pride that filled the young creature's eyes at her compliment, watching as he gently patted the face of her guitar before strumming out another chord. Teaching music was harder than art; she herself had no formal training, but she knew enough to show him simple phrases of simple songs, and he seemed eager to learn, so why deny him that? She already knew he would never be a Lykoi, though he desired it. Helping him find hobbies was her way of making up for his plight. Strangely, the de le Poer princess felt sorry for him. Why went unrecognized, for she could not see the beauty of her own family, as she had never had to suffer without it. Not like he had.

Her body rose from amongst the growing flowers of her new favored place, the clear meadow upon the northwestern border; peaceful crimson eyes watched the ground as black-rimmed ears listened to the subtly off-key tune playing on the air behind her. Things had been smooth, as far as transitioning from Gabriel to Ezekiel. Her life was no different than it had been in the past. It was only at night, when she stopped to think, that she realized time had moved on and an era had passed. She wondered how many others considered the same thing. Surely not the boy who had accompanied her. She doubted he even noticed that Gabriel no longer did duties as Aquila.

But while she was thinking, he did notice something. A horrible twang drew her from her thoughts, head turning to glance at her adoptive uncle; his head was turned away, staring to the north with vague curiosity and more intense distrust. The Optio turned her gaze to follow his. There, approaching from the haze of the afternoon sun, were figures. Two, tall and dark-furred; much too large to belong. She grimaced. It wasn't her job to greet them. It was merely a case of being in the wrong place at that moment, yet she was obligated to meet them. A sigh escaped her jaws as she approached the invisible border, lined with sparse, finely decorated skulls. Her arms crossed beneath her chest. "Do you need something, strangers?"

The taller of the two, black like night with splotches of silver upon his face, cleared his throat; green eyes cast toward the side as her young charge came to stand beside her. It was his companion who spoke, dusty brown jaws pushing out words with seeming difficulty. "Lookin' fer a place to stay." Of course, as she had expected. The de le Poer rolled her eyes. She was not in the mood for dealing with outsiders, let alone wolves of any kind. "You aren't welcome here." The words were simple yet firm, and her expression hardened into a mask of irritation. The green-eyed beast snorted hot air from his nostrils. "We were under the impression we'd be allowed here." Facts she couldn't believe. "You're not. Leave."

Both strangers grimaced. "Thinkin' we oughta talk with yer leader." One large body moved to step over the boundary. A snarl tore through Talitha's jaws, her weight throwing against his substantially larger form in an attempt to knock the trespasser out once more. His arm rose, fingers grasping the curled locks of her hair; "Bitch!" he seethed, tossing her across the marked line with all the ease of a child and their doll. The pup threw his smaller form against that of the dark male, teeth finding flesh and causing a howl of pain to course through the air. As Makhesthai bit the trespasser, he didn't realize the adult gear up for retaliation.

Talitha watched, eyes wide with outrage, as the hybrid man lifted the child up, fingers grasping the thick fur at the back of the boy's neck. He swung, once and then twice and then a third time, before being thrown back into the meadow. She cringed at the sound of the dull thud that broke the heavy breathing, coupled with a yelping cry of pain. Her elbow lodged itself into the chest of the second male, body breaking free for the briefest moment before strong arms wrapped about her torso again. "Ain' anyone told ya? Yer s'posed to respect yer elders, boy." While she struggled against a tight hold, the boy was advanced upon.

His small body pushed itself up from the ground, only to be shoved back down by the heavy weight of a foot against his back. No words came forth from the little Lykoi, only furious snarls of distaste as he squirmed beneath the hold. And then it was over. With a brief glint in the high sun, the boy stopped stilled upon the ground. Red colored the growing greenery. "Shoulda learned better, huh? S'what happens when ya don' learn."

The upright body she so frequently wore started to change, from slender, bipedal form to something more feral. The restraining male was forced to let go as she found herself bulkier, stronger, longer. On four legs, the half-ling body hurled itself toward the killer of her young friend, hitting its mark and latching on at the back. Heavy paws grasped broad shoulders, teeth found fur and flesh and blood; the metallic taste upon the air fueled her anger. Release, clamp, release. Blood oozed from deep bite wounds as he tried to throw her from himself, to no avail. His friend, regaining composure, flew into action. With a brisk slam from his shoulder, she lost her grasp. As her body found the ground, her jaws let loose a frantic call into the home she should have never traveled far from. She needed someone. Something. Ezekiel.

The call was cut off as one pair of heavy hands as they shut her jaws forcibly, and her hope faded into frustration once again.

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