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001. Talitha Lykoi
002. February 8, 2008
003. Luperci
004. Female
005. on.m3rcury@yahoo.com
006. Found it through affiliation.


and you hold your head up high in the middle of a fight


AGAIN she returned, surprised by the fact that her homeland once more filled her vision. It seemed however weary her feet would grow and however badly her legs would ache and however tired her mind would become, Talitha Lykoi would forever be able to find her way home. Home to the tall grasses and the crevices she had explored in her youth. Her youth, which had possessed her merely months ago, and now seemed like an eternity. Her youth, her innocent, innocent youth.

SHAKING her head and blinking back tears of frustration and memory, the German Shepherd-esque female, a near replica of her almighty father, continued through to the borders which she had once felt so safe inside. The search for her mother had been futile, though in the back of her mind she suspected that the search had never been one for her mother at all, but perhaps more to find her own identity, something that she felt had been robbed of her. Whether this search had been futile not she was still not certain, but she did know that she was ready to end her efforts at pity and attempt to strengthen herself--mentally and physically.

SHE arrived in the night, and in the moonlight a small puddle shown on the ground. Afraid of what she might find, Talitha dragged herself toward it and bravely placed her face over it, prepared for whatever might reflect back at her. Indeed, a pitiful looking creature whose tired eyes and torn pads made her seem far beyond her age looked up from the puddle, sad and weary in her appearance. Talitha was ready to leave this image behind, she would leave it behind. But it would take time. Time, time, time. And now, more time would pass as she waited expectantly in the shadows of the night for someone to rescue her from her own self pity.




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indent In the moonlight, Gabriel’s eyes were two dying embers, both gold-amber and burning hellfire. He was following the borders, traveling at brisk pace to get out of the cold. Anselm had seemingly vanished. This perturbed Gabriel, if only because his cousin was not one who did this thing regularly. Inferni, of course, was no stranger to these sort of things. All of its leaders had vanished like ghosts in a fog, leaving no reason for their disappearance outside of a waning trail that led in any direction.


indent What drew his attention first was a noise, a raspy croak that was nearly understandable. It was a raven’s voice, one that was exasperated and exhausted. Marlowe. If Marlowe was here, Gabriel reasoned, that meant his daughter was not far behind. Quickening his pace, he came across the girl. She had grown, and she looked more like him now then ever (though she was thin, like her mother). It didn’t matter—she was here. She was safe.


indent A smaller voice reminded him that if she was here, her mother was gone. Ignoring it, Gabriel closed the distance between them.




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and you hold your head up high in the middle of a fight


MARLOWE'S cry gave away her location, and Talitha was grateful. She couldn't remember the last time she'd used her voice and wasn't sure if she could trust it's strength. The past few nights (or weeks, she hadn't kept track of time) of her life had been lonely ones, with only Marlowe the raven for a companion. Her father would certainly be able to distinguish her call from those of other birds inhabiting the area and now she was sure she wouldn't have to wait long before Gabriel would come looking for her.

SURE enough, Talitha lingered at the borders for only a moment longer before the German Shepherd-like figure became visible not far away. Where Ezekiel resembled his mother, Talitha had taken after their father. As Gabriel came forth, she felt as though she was looking at a masculine version of herself, though as he grew even closer, she was able to notice the differences. Particularly the battle scars that he bore. In time, would she too, be coated in the wounds of her past? Shaking the thought from her head, she forced a smile to her face and moved forth toward her father.

HER long arms reached up to curl around his thick, powerful neck and she buried her face into his thick fur, feeling very, very small and young, and wishing that it were so. She knew what her father must assume from her arrival-that Faolin had not been found, and he would be right in that assumption. The thought saddened her, but for now she was merely glad to be near her father and in familiar territory. "I missed you, Daddy," was all she could manage to squeak out.




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indent She embraced him, and he returned the gesture. Talitha would always be his little girl, no matter how old she got. All of the horrible things that had happened to her could never be taken away, but he could protect her now, and he could show her the way to healing. The sinner was dead, and she, like the girl from the story, could be returned to life.


indent “I missed you too baby,” he said, then drew back his head to look her in the eyes. “You ready to come home?”



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and you hold your head up high in the middle of a fight


TALITHA felt her father's head pull back from the embrace and she met his amber eyes with the red ones she'd been given by her mother. At his words, she could only nod. It had been so long since she'd felt comfort in the word "home" and now she felt she could finally see it as such. She needed the consistency and protection, and she knew that Inferni was where she truly belonged. She wanted to pick up her shattered pieces and provide something for her father's pack. So yes, she was more than ready to come home.

"IS Ezekiel here?" she asked as an afterthought, realizing that she hadn't seen her only brother in quite some time. Marlowe fluttered above father and daughter and she clicked her tongue to the raven, who proceeded to swoop down onto her shoulder.




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indent “No,” Gabriel offered, looking to the bird. Marlowe cocked his head, eyeing him with the dire knowledge of a man who had seen the world. They reflected one and another, though Marlowe had not displayed the sane tendencies his friend and companion had. "You gained a few scars," the bird offered, smiling through his eyes. Gabriel returned the smile, and looked back down to his daughter. “Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”




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