mall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALLShe wasn't offended when the male paid attention to her more sociable cousin, for she had not come to interact with the wolves of the demon pack. It was with patience, and silence, that crimson eyes waited for the shape of their Aquila to arrive. Oh, if only Ezekiel had ventured with her, perhaps she would have been kinder to the stranger atop his horse. As it stood, he was merely another obstacle. Sage couldn't see this. Sage was younger, raised in a different world like her brother had been, but sometimes Talitha forgot that even the young had been touched by the horror of Haku Soul's life. Rap, rap, rap went her claws upon the smooth bone. Patience was not one of her characteristics.
And then she appeared. The black-and-white mottled thing with crimson gaze came forward from some other place, setting the older Optio on edge in her stance even further. This was their leader, this small woman who stepped forward. All of Talitha's attention moved from the air to the female. The mounted man was no longer necessary, simply a guard for the gates while he waited for his female Hades to approach, and as she did, the Optio tried to calm her thudding heart. Wolves. Filthy, horrid things.
"We didn't come here for interesting conversation with your...sentinels." Her gaze shifted to the man briefly as she wondered if 'sentinel' was truly the best word. It was certainly better than what she would have said at any other moment. Hot air was expelled from her dark nostrils, hesitating only a moment as the Alpha female gave her name. A toss of her head sent auburn curls in every direction. "Talitha de le Poer," she said, a name that had rose through Inferni faster others might have expected. Of course, that was where it ended. She was not like her cousin, who visited so many.
Her arms held out the painted skull mechanically, almost as if she felt guilt for handing it over. The poor skull. It didn't deserve to be sent away, it had done nothing wrong. "My cousin, Sage, brought something more suitable to those with weaker tastes if you'd prefer not to accept it." And there it was. An insult, claiming that with new leadership, Dahlia de Mai had lost its touch. Whether it had been intentional was unclear.
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