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Talitha de le Poer · 03-07-2011, 11:56 PM

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Joining for NPC Myron del Norte.
Age: 7 years.
Birthdate: 04Aug2003.
Species: 100% Canis latrans (98% microdon, 2% thamnos).
Gender: Male.
Extended profile can be found here. Sorry for the length. They mostly ramble with each other.

The morning was as cold as usual, the spring coming slowly for the de le Poer princess, and it was so difficult for her to drag herself out of bed. A grumble and a grunt, and finally she rose to her feet, rubbing the sleep from her crimson eyes. Another day that blended into the flow. The only difference was the silver lining. The chance to see the relaxed coyote who'd saved her sanity. Myron del Norte had been the first sight to her eyes after the horrible experience losing her children to the wilds. He'd nursed her sorrows back to the vague cheer she had often felt before, and he'd kept her company when no one else had. Though she'd decided when she left that she would erase him from her past, she realized just how important the presence of Myron was to her attitude.

Russet body moving at a sluggish pace, she made her way from the cave she'd claimed, eyes half-lidded as she tried to understand what was happening around her. Birds flew overhead, and songs could be heard in the distance, emanating from the Forest of Nod. A yawn escaped her cream maw. She'd need to start out quickly if she hoped to make it to the yurt she'd resided in before the afternoon hit. All four paws started in the abrupt charge across the Inferni waste; she zigged, she zagged, and she finally woke enough to properly steer herself along a familiar path to the border.

Outside of Inferni, the route wasn't as clear. She had no head for directions, but she could vaguely remember where she had come from. Straight. Her toes started to numb as the snow and cold seeped through to the bones. She wasn't prepared for the long journey ahead.

Hours passed, her brain falling into a monotonous recitation of bible verses she'd learned while undertaking the attempt at reading. It seemed like she'd never find her destination. Maybe Myron had disappeared, like he had in his youth; the whole idea that she wouldn't see him again left her numb inside until the sound of muffled squeals and laughter turned her attention to reality. Her body halted in its steps, head turning to find the noise. Again, a laugh hit her, and she turned her path toward it. Her steps bounced slightly, pace quickening as the sight of Myron's home came into her sight. "Myron? Myron!"

A clamor of noise startled her, smaller form darting out from behind low stack of boxes and into the distance. Talitha gaped for just a moment before the tawny body of aging Myron appeared from behind the boxes. His olive eyes seemed confused until they fell on the russet fur of the doggish coyote. A smile broke out over his features. "Lita! Well ain't you just a pretty picture!" A sense of calm seeped into her mind; in the presence of Myron, everything seemed better.

A few quick steps and she closed the distance, butting her head against his cheek in affectionate greeting. Smells evoked memories of her time there, tobacco and sex laced with the strangest floral smell that clung to his fur like a glove. Myron was delighted of her presence once more, his features softening as he pushed her to sit. Her body fell against the melting snow in comfort. Everything was perfect.

His questions were typical; how was she? What was she doing? Had everything gone well with her father? She tried to answer well, not wanting him to know how far she'd sunk, but he saw through the ruse. Nothing was right. Nothing was how she'd wanted it to be. Gabriel was her father, but he was changed in ways she couldn't appreciate. There was no real love in the family she coveted, except from the beautiful golden male she called a brother. That was what had frustrated her most. Ezekiel. Myron simply listened, his eyes wondering why while he stayed silent.

She knew there was something wrong. She started to explain, to try and make the coyote understand the way she understood. Ezekiel was her rock, a strong point that she could ground herself with whenever she needed comfort, but lately she had started to see other things. No longer was he just a brother; no, he'd grown into a handsome man, and Talitha was sure he'd draw the attention of any female he came across. Even she couldn't deny that she found him a striking creature. That was the problem at hand. Myron didn't understand, just as she'd feared. Three simple words were the only explanation she could give. He's my brother. It never occured to her that it might be okay to see the sunrise prince in the light of a lover. The last experience of need and family involved the now-dead uncle who had driven her to the point of instability.

Still, the relaxed male didn't understand. He tried to offer comfort, he tried to tell her it was okay, but the princess merely shook her head and gave a sad smile. It wasn't okay. She was certain that she'd lost her mind, overstepping dependency for desire. She didn't want to talk about it, not if he couldn't comprehend what she felt. The subject was changed quickly. All alone, Talitha worried for the aging male. Surely he got lonely so far away from groups of others? He assured her that he didn't, but appreciated her concern. It was true that he'd had no real company since her departure, but he was content in his place. His younger friend didn't let up.

Talking with Myron made time fly past, and as the sun started to set in the west, the Lykoi brought about his agreement to return home with her. It was better than Drifter's Bay, where he had no friends or family. At least Talitha could keep him company, and perhaps he could turn the sadness he saw in the maturing woman back into some form of cheer. He packed light, taking the few items he actually owned, before following in step as she lead the way to her father's kingdom. She tried to make the long journey more interesting, talking about Gabriel and Kaena and all of her loved ones within the boundaries of Inferni; the del Norte stayed quiet, listening to the passion in her voice that expressed the love she felt for the Luperci within her home. He smiled. It was a start.

She knew she'd have to find Gabriel. Though the darkness had set in, she felt certain he'd be awake; even if he wasn't, she wasn't afraid of waking him. Crossing the skull-lined borders with her companion in tow, her feet fell along the familiar path that would take her to her father's home, readying her speech on Myron's behalf with each step toward the Caverns.

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