face the strange

Talitha de le Poer · 07-28-2011, 04:52 PM

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Backdated 25 July, 2011. Optime form, outside of the mansion in the back, staring at the wall. All welcome.

mall-caps;text-variantmall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALL

She still hadn't decided if she wanted to move herself from the Caverns to the dark room at the end of the hall. Ende. Cotl's room. Wasn't that what mates did? They moved into the same space, they shared the same items, they created carefully formed families? She couldn't remember what Gabriel and Faolin had been like — she could remember her mother, and she could remember her father, but all of the specifics were blurry. Was she expected to leave her comfortable den for the German's space? Did she think she could? Hidden under the earth and painted on the walls was the lover she now grieved for, could she leave him behind?

The questions overwhelmed her enough to make her flee the stoney walls of the place she'd settled. It was different there without Gabriel — she didn't feel as safe as she originally had. Still, she didn't go to Cotl. No, the fire-eyed princess made her way to the backyard arch that she'd helped to create. Half of her wanted to see her cousin, for Enkiel so often helped ease her moods with his quiet attitude, but the other half simply wanted to study the mansion. The paint on the side had started to fade and maybe it was time to do another mural — but did she have the equipment necessary? Did she have the time? A sigh escaped her, fingers tapping briefly on her pregnant belly as she tried to think of how best to pass the time...without thinking of her new life situation.

Selena Black · 07-28-2011, 05:33 PM

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WC → 350 :: I'mma steal this, if you don't mind. >:3 I always wondered what Tal would react like meeting Sel again.

The days were starting to blur together for the ivory hybrid, and as she was dipping a gentle stream of water onto the soil of a plant, reality reminded her of her ignorance. A month, a mere cycle of a moon had nearly passed over since she had joined Inferni, and though she felt contented with her current position, she also felt hollow; she had yet to have done anything of true purpose, besides keeping the greenhouse in shape which became a habit for the woman. No serious need had arisen to her attention that needed her help, but she could not help but feel like she was becoming useless for the clan that was kind enough to let her in. A small frown graced the girl’s face, as she pondered what she could do for the clan and no inkling came to mind; it seemed enough to just occasionally wander the borders for strangers or care for the vegetation in the greenhouse, but yet it did not sit right with Selena. It was unusual of her to be unburdened, coming from a place where high expectations were common, and feeling free of any duty made her feel like she had lost her purpose.

Momentarily distracted by her deep thought, she was caught off guard when she noticed that the pail had run dry of water, using up last of the liquid on the plant that it hovered over. With a sigh, she stepped out of the greenhouse with bucket in hand, and started towards the lake where she had been getting her water, only to see a familiar figure nearby. The girl instantly recognized the russet woman as the one who greeted her at the borders. She also remembered how unfriendly she was, and thought about not speaking to her and to continue on her business without her noticing. But, Selena also thought that she might not like her sneaking past her, perhaps giving her another reason not to like her, so she breathed through her nose and approached the woman, though stopped short about three yards, “Greetings.”

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die

Selena Black

By Kiki

Talitha de le Poer · 07-30-2011, 03:01 PM

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mall-caps;text-variantmall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALL

Loneliness was so easy to accept in a world where she felt outcasted. Was the kingdom changing with the times? Was she the only one who wasn't able to move with them? No, Hybrid hadn't changed — he would never change, and so she was never going to be truly alone, even if the two disliked each other so much. Still, loneliness was easy to accept.

When the voice of another caught her attention, Talitha didn't turn. She knew who it was, the pale woman she'd met at the borders. The one she found distasteful. She grimaced in silence and remained attentive to the mansion for a moment as she wondered if it would be rude to just ignore her. Yes, it would be rude — but would she just go away? Some coyotes found it necessary to push and push and push. A heavy sigh at the realism of those pushy people made the de le Poer turn slightly. "Hello." There was no kindness in her voice, but there so rarely was. Ezekiel had approved of her. There was no reason to reject her completely — it might not have been her place to know everyone anymore, but she still enjoyed keeping track. After all, Inferni was a kingdom she was invested in.

Selena Black · 07-30-2011, 07:02 PM

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WC → 317 ::

The woman was silent, and the quietness was a vivid sign that she hoped that Selena would walk away. She was very much tempted to do so, but a small side of her was surprisingly curious, and at least wanted to formally know her if she was going to live with her; she was not planning on going back to her family anytime soon, that she was certain of. Only a short span had passed before the dark woman turned her head slightly towards her and a bleak greeting was given in return. She found that the spite that the woman had when she first met her was not as accompanying as then. The pale girl stepped a bit closer to the hybrid, but not much closer as to make her uncomfortable; it was at least a reasonable distance to hold a small conversation, if anything.

She glanced over at the mansion for a moment, though there was not anything else to see but the usual. “D’Neville is lovely. It’s a shame that the paint is starting to go away, but the building itself is still beautiful,” Selena said quietly, not really probing the russet woman to talk, more like she was stating the obvious to hopeful lead the awkward silence to a more likable talk. She then looked at the woman, and had to blink twice to make sure her light eyes did not trick her. With a curious tilt of her head, she gave a small smile as she noticed the familiar bump of the woman’s stomach that had not noticed before at the borders, and adverted her eyes back towards D’Neville, though the pull at the corners of her muzzle still stayed. “When do you think they are going to come?” she asked politely, again not too demanding, her mind already imaging the small bodies of pups that were not far off to come.

Today I'm speaking my mind and if it kills me tonight, I'm ready to die

Selena Black

By Kiki

Talitha de le Poer · 08-05-2011, 11:15 AM

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mall-caps;text-variantmall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALL

Interacting 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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