two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.

[Anselm de le Poer]

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I owe both of you guys threads, so I was thinking we could have this one together! A muffled, hollow thud accompanied a chorus of pained squeals. An instant later, the high pitched screams died down as Anselm made his kill. A small drove of domesticated pigs gone feral had found its way into the southern portion of Inferni, although he sort of doubted that they'd be returning any time soon. The golden hybrid had never seen anything like them before but it hadn't taken long at all to decide they looked rather tasty. Their stubby little legs looked pretty ineffective and he wasn't concerned about getting kicked in the face. They didn't have tusks like wild boars might, either. For this reason, he'd selected one of the largest pigs as a target. Unfortunately for the pinkish farm animals, those little legs didn't carry them away from him very quickly, either. It was a wonder, he thought, that they existed at all. Licking the blood off of his lips as he watched the rest of them flee, he sat back on his hind legs and shook his head. He was rather curious about how such a stupid animal could exist, and he had half a mind to find someone else to identify it or explain it before he rendered it unrecognisable. He generally regarded Gabriel as a knowledgeable fellow, and so he began to drag the fallen pig along half-shifted. Once he got to Gabe's denning area, he cast a quick glance around to make sure nobody else would steal his strange kill then poked his head into Gabe's den. "Anyone home?" he called out while his tail whipped about behind him. Backing out while he awaited a response, he sat back down, tongue lolled out to one side while he peered at the pig curiously. It wasn't even cute.

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[Talitha de le Poer]

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She had curled up in the den, firmly resolute in not leaving Inferni for the next while — going to the shore elsewhere had proved that everyone was following her or watching her, which was both a blessing and kind of annoying — to think about things, but really, thinking and Talitha Lykoi didn't seem to be all too compatible of late. Andrezej still loomed in the dark crevices of her mind, haunting her in his own knowing manner. Of course, the dead man was probably already rotting in his clay enclosure, but she didn't want to think so much about the fact that he was dead. It was a little more terrifying, the sounds of his yowls and the scent of his overwhelming blood. Truly, she didn't want a lot to do with any memories.

She supposed it was God's way of telling her she should have stayed with her mother and Ezekiel, but even then, God wasn't being a very good Protector. She deserved it, but she couldn't understand His plans, either. Her dad knew about that stuff; she knew the barest bones.

The wolfish head that poked into the den was greeted with a toothy grin, and she slowly stood up. She didn't normally take to her Lupus form, but lying in the den was much more comfortable when she could flop onto her side, so for once she had chosen it. The smell of blood — strange blood — filled the air, and for a moment she was alarmed, but Anselm wouldn't have killed anyone without reason. The source soon enough became evident as she tilted her head to the side to observe the strange looking creature with teeny legs on the ground, dead.

Could it even walk away? she questioned, pulling herself away from the den just a little to get a better look.

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