You can add 'Leader Needed' to the title, if you want; I'll try to alert a leader to come and accept you. <3
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mall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALLIt was not her place to further judge the Ulrich woman, and so she found herself keeping busy by playing with Cotl's white fingers, tapping at the phalanges with careful claws just as she'd tapped at the surface of the skull. The fixation she had with keeping her hands busy was an artist's fixation — just as a smoker needed something in their mouths, so too did she need something in her hands. This could be seen in any situation, even when faced with a member of her family; Ezekiel had been forced to deal with his over-physical sister on many occasions. Men were, naturally, far more subject to her idle hands than women. Only Sage had gained such a thing from the fragile-minded de le Poer woman.
Listening to Giza speak, she made notes in the back of her mind to ask Cotl about later. What was Leipzig? What was Rechtsfolge bei Tod? All Talitha knew were the outlying packs, places like Inferni and Dahlia de Mai and that horrible place on the sea where her father's sunny whore lived with the monstrous children born to her. The world was a curious thing to her. Only recently had she been curious of the places across the ocean, or even just across the land.
He spoke of setting the land on fire and it caused Talitha to look up from her finger-picking. "Were there wolves there?" It'd been so long ago that the wolf-burning blaze had consumed her birth home, and though she did not remember it wholly, she saw it as a sign. God punished the wolves, vile creatures that they were, with fire. She didn't know it'd been Gabriel's doing; all she saw was her blind, tentative faith.
She let loose an exhale, glancing over one bony shoulder in silence. It was time to bring her brother, for he would need to see the woman. She'd call for Sage, but their fight had left her anxious. A yelping cry was cast out over the Inferni lands, hailing the golden man she loved so much. Crimson eyes found the Ulrich yet again, narrowing briefly upon her features.
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