mall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALLInteracting with others was all a big game to the Imaginifer, who knew how to pull heartstrings and fake smiles, but the game was no longer fun to play within the gruesome borders of her Kingdom. Her apathy was normal, her cruelty bred over the months of abuse suffered in her childhood at the hands of war. She was broken, but it wasn't all bad — though Ezekiel was a physically strong man, she was strong in her own ways. They simply involved emotion.
So when the girl came closer, Talitha offered the Ezekiel-patented smile that, while honest in its intent, never touched her crimson eyes. They remained...dark. Cold. Readable, but the words were something far more grim than what they had been in the past; they only ever smiled for Ezekiel lately, even after he'd killed her lover. A sigh washed the smile away as her attention focused again on the surface of the manor. She snorted. "It's a human construct. Lovely isn't the word for it." She'd lived near the ruined buildings of humans for a long time, but she saw no beauty in their construction. They had once created beautiful art, yes, but their lives as it appeared in books had seemed so boring and unnatural. She prefered the earth. She could paint without living as they did. She was content.
"Unless you plan to paint it yourself, you better get used to the aesthetic beauty of a run-down building." Apart from the mural she'd painted onto the side, Talitha appreciated the time-worn features of old architecture, probably because it brought the home back to nature where it belonged.
The question posed made the Imaginifer's lip twitch in disapproval, as the Discens overstepped her boundaries and asked about the unborn pups she carried. A silence fell over her, crimson eyes narrowing at the surface of the building. "It doesn't matter." And it didn't — the last litter had been dead, and she expected this one would be no different. "I don't understand why others get so damn happy about children. Children are useless -- all they're good for is furthering the family. Being so coddling, and loving and attentive is a waste of time when all they need to do is procreate and further a family name." Her honest feelings, and why she had sought out her uncle for help. Her children would further the de le Poer name, and damn if she would let them stray from their path.
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