M - no pale deception anymore
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Halifax. c: 300+


It had finally happened. The silver girl, her body filled with anger, had finally allowed it to bubble over in the presence of a pack mate. She had not meant to snap at Cypress, and she had not been able to control the way the words had fallen from her mouth or the way her frail body had shown the signs of offensive attack, though she had not done that. The son of her mother’s best friend had not deserved her angry words, but he had not hesitated much to take an offensive route as well. They had not parted on entirely awful terms, but Artemis was afraid that she would lose control again and hurt someone. She could not do much physical damage, as she had not been taking very good care of herself on top of having fallen from the roof and sleeping for so long, but she feared what her words could do. God forbid she snapped around Parker... The thought made her shudder.

Isolation was best. The young silver Marino girl tried to keep herself distanced from everyone, going so far as to leave the pack's territory often. She walked with a weakness to her step, huddled into the striped scarf she wore around her neck, hiding behind her thick waves of silver. The girl that walked through the broken city was a mere shell of who she had once been, the only fire within her buring with anger that wished so desperately to bubble out of her and lash out at anyone and anything. It threatened to snap like the thinnest of branchest at the tiniest bit of pressure, and the turmoil frightened her so. Artemis did not want to hurt her family, and she did not want them to see her like this.

Raw anger fueled her now as she glared at the brick wall in front of her. She brought nothing with her, but she had a yearning to destroy the wall. She was not raised to be like this, to feel these awful feelings. It was this knowledge that she hated so much. This was not how she was supposed to be. "Fuck!" Words such as that did not often pass through her lips, but nothing was right anymore.

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Sorry for the wait!


She had yet to come to terms with her father's indescretions, and it pushed her to return to simple pleasures of the past. Anything to keep her from having to deal with the men she had once loved blindly. The russet princess had left Inferni early in the hopes to get some air; while she might have disappeared into the mountains on a normal day, this one was made for purpose. Dainty feet carried her across the forest known now in the mind of the Lykoi as 'deadwood', for the wreckage of the snowstorm gave it the most eerie feeling. She was in search of the city. Halifax.

Cleaning the bones of a corpse was difficult. She needed a knife, and she needed new paints, and hopefully she could carry it home with the injuries to her body in play. About her neck, tarnished silver glimmer in the sunlight; whatever creature had once owned the strange necklace found upon the islands was watching over her, she was sure of it. How else had she survived the fight with the dead-again Andrezej? A frail body did no good against masculine musculature. Still, she stood. She had killed him. And she was proud.

The bridges marked the point in the world where she would find what was necessary. Her speed increased. She wanted to get home before someone else snatched the dismembered body away. Internally, she thought of what was necessary for her project to continue. Wire, a knife, cutters, paint. A bag to hold it all. So many supplies were necessary to improve the borders of Inferni with once-living sculpture of the wolf kind. Before, there had only been skulls. She would make it better.

As she passed walls and buildings, she heard a shout of anger, a curse word most commonly heard from her disowned Holocaust uncle. The female paused, eyes turning toward the sound and followed by black-rimmed ears. It wasn't in her nature to be concerned for strangers, but she could be curious; after all, it was a dog-eat-dog world, but knowledge was power. Wary posture overtaking a confident stance, she sought the source. It didn't take long. A fresh female scent on the air lead her to a silver creature, frail as she, with a scarf so similar to her doggish lover's. Another smell co-mingled on the air, one familiar but strange all the same.

Crossing her arms, irritated that her curiosity had pulled her from such an important task. "Shut up. The world doesn't want to hear your complaints." The words were bitter, soft and angry. Though she did not like wolves on principle, she had never been so rude to a stranger before; perhaps her own isecurities were flaring forth in the form of rage.


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That was hardly a wait, silly! Slapping a mature on this, since Missa is being a potty-mouth. :x 300+


Wandering so far away from Crimson Dreams was not something she did often, and coming to the city had brought a fresh wave of anger forward in the young girl's body. It had been this city that she had gone on her last big adventure with Denali to, and it was in this city that they had found that stupid red rubber ball that had ruined her life and made Denali run away. Maybe he would come back soon and they could get rid of that stupid ball together, but for now, she kept it next to her pillow as a constant reminder of everything that had gone wrong recently.

It bothered her so much that everyone claimed that Denali was dead. Supposedly, his murderer had been living in the pack and had fought with her mother, but Artemis knew that the bitch was a liar. Nuki, the bitch, was nothing but a liar. She had not murdered Denali, she had just been trying to cause trouble. Everyone was stupid to believe it as much as they did. It was so obviously not true. They were so gullible and readily gave up on her brother and best friend. She did not know what made her more angry: That they claimed he was dead, or that they so readily accepted the idea that he was dead. He wasn't. He couldn't be dead.

Silver ears twitched at the stranger's words. A small growl started in her throat and Artemis turned sharply, glaring intensely at the red-hued woman. "Chiudere il di fottere su. What the fuck do you want?" Her parents would have been livid to hear her speak this way, but that was part of why she was away from the pack's territory. She simply could not be around her family right now.

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Sorry for the wait! <3


A growl was what greeted her, and the wolf turned to glare at her coyote intruder. Words in a language unknown to the Lykoi passed through silver lips, but it was clear they weren't pleasant. What did Talitha want? That was a very good question indeed that the strange woman brought into the open. "Why would I want anything at all from filth. You creatures ruin everything." No, it wasn't the silver, scarfed woman who personally offended the Lykoi. Being a wolf was a curse she couldn't forgive, though she herself suffered the same fate. It was Gabriel's fault. The wolves that spread into Inferni brought vile disease to two innocents. She had never wanted to be outside of her home. She had never wanted to associate with the likes of wolves. It was Gabriel who brought wolves into her life. Gabriel and his awful, muddled genetics.

It wasn't her fault, of course not.

Dark eyes narrowed still upon the pale body of a stranger. "Screaming curses into the air does nothing to fix problems, little creature. The rest of the world should not be assaulted with your insecurities." Was it cruel? Perhaps. It wasn't, however, her problem. She didn't care what reasons had brought the woman to Halifax, or what sorrows infected her mood. In the moment, Talitha only cared for her own problems. She needed wire, and to forget bastard children she'd never met. Killing them wasn't an option. Ignorance to their existence, however, was. Ezekiel couldn't hate her for apathy.

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It's all good. c: Dunno if the italian is a literal translation, but I've heard it used very rarely/checked spelling online, sooo... yeah. xD


Though the coyote's presence might not have offended her before—she had not been raised with prejudices and though she had not met a coyote before, she couldn't imagine why there would be a problem—it certainly did now. A deep growl rose in her throat, a sound foreign to herself, even. "Who are you calling filth?" she spat, body tense. Due to the friendly and family natured pack she had been born and raised in, Artemis did not understand the concept of prejudice between wolves, coyotes, and dogs. Most Dreamers, if not all, were wolves, but she would not have thought it strange if another species joined.

"Well no one invited here, puttana," she responded. Of course, she knew nothing of whether or not this woman was at all what Artemis had called her, and Savina would have been shocked to hear her daughter speaking that way. The coyote was correct in that there would be no help for her problems by yelling, but it made the silver-painted girl feel better to do so. The world was harshly unfair and everything was finally bubbling over in a coybantic manner.

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She won't actually hit Artemis, since they really shouldn't fight. She just wants to.


The Aquila's daughter watched with outraged caution as she circled the silver creature. Who was she calling filth, the Italian asked, and Talitha could only smile a plastic smile. "You. And your kind, little wolf. I'm so tired of you ugly things destroying perfectly good lives." It wasn't the fault of the woman before her — she didn't even know her — but it felt right to shoot angry words toward her. She couldn't yell at her father, after all, and it would be poor judgement if she took her rage out on Ezekiel. The unsuspecting wolves in and around her life were more deserving. Without them, she might have survived the Dahlian war unscathed. Without them, she might have been happy. Somehow, beneath all of the ashy coating and personal faults, it was their fault.

Not hers.

"Speak in words we can all understand, you stupid bitch." She didn't appreciate her own inability to speak another language, and felt it was only right to at least hear the insults she assumed were being tossed around. Her stance widened, eyes narrowing as she watched the stranger; longer fur at the back of her neck found itself on end. She had never been trained to fight, but she wanted to hit something. Hard. Still, her wars were waged with words. "You invited everyone when you decided to take your personal grievances out on the air." It wasn't truth, but it had been the deciding factor in Talitha's search for the source of strange noise.

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Sorry for the wait. :<


The silver-painted girl nearly hissed at the accusation by the coyote princess. "I'm not nearly as ugly as you, whore," she spat, her usually soft gaze hardened in an uncharacteristic manner. The Consul's daughter narrowed her gaze, watching as Talitha circled her. Artemis had not been expecting a fight when she had come out here, and she was not sure if she wanted to actually fight with anyone. She was angry, but the frail girl was in no condition to fight. Talitha made no visible move to attack her physically, though, only causing the silver wolf more anger.

There was no one else for Artemis to take her anger out on. Crimson Dreams did not deserve her rage, and the members she had already snapped at had done little to deserve it. The coyote provided her with something to focus this rage on. "Too stupid to speak another language, huh?" she retorted, hand on her hip. Not everyone was bilingual and Artemis knew that. She didn't actually think that those who only spoke one were stupid, but it was one more thing to use against the coyote in this battle of personal pain and words.

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Equally sorry for the wait; lost muse for a bit!


Her head lolled to the side on her shoulders, curling tendrils of auburn hair scattering across her features and shoulders. The words didn't bother her as much as they might have, for Talitha felt a sense of assurance in herself. She let out the most amused laughter, crimson gaze pondering what to do next with the child before her. "You could only hope to look like me, wolf. I can't help that men find me more interesting to spend their nights with." Her sibling's plastic smile crossed cream jaws as red eyes studied the silver fae-creature before her. She wasn't planning on attacking, no, and would run if the beast instigated, but she enjoyed the verbal abuse she both doled out and received.

She laughed at the question offered by the girl's silver maw. "Or I'm too smart to think that another language would make me seem intimidating or intelligent; you see, just because you can insult me in a different tongue, the fact that you're an ignorant child still shines through." The words were ended with a wink of one ruby eye as she came to rest in the place her circle had started. Thin arms crossed before an equally thin chest. Her amusement was evident as she gazed her smiling gaze into the blue eyes of her adversary.

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