Fugitive Run [j][aw]

Talitha de le Poer · 06-17-2011, 12:35 AM

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Her dominance was, for the most part, an obvious thing. It wasn't that Talitha took her position to mean she was better — oh, she certainly was not — but physical jealousy caused the de le Poer to preen and smile and say mean things in order to show that she was a powerful force. It was her clan, her family, her world that this pretty young thing was stepping into. The outsiders quickly learned that it was Lykoi blood that ruled their small world, and Talitha made sure it stuck.

Giza told her simple skills without question and the de le Poer would have smiled were it not for her general distaste of everything. Speedy responses were pleasing to the nocturnal siren who held some power in the form of her control over Ezekiel de le Poer. Her tail swayed behind her in a brief gesture of appreciation. She said little else until Cotl's spastic sound shattered an odd silence about the trio; the woman's fragile hand reached out to take his white-tipped one, linking her pinky to the orange German's finger affectionately. He wasn't pleased; she could tell. "You'll be working under my cousin, then; don't let her get to you, though. Sage is different. We're not all so kind as she." While she felt comradre with her strange cousin, Inferni was no so passive as the hippie Lykoi woman.

She turned her head sideways to study the man at her side as he asked a strange question; didn't he know where this thing had hailed from? Having never been outside of Canada, Talitha knew nothing of the places across the ocean, and expected Cotl to have a deeper understanding.

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