Follow You To The Graveyard

Why was he so cold? So.. stone like. As if he only ever wanted to see bad for her, do bad to her. She had kept to herself, and helped only when needed; the man in black would pay for what he did- someday. And crixus would only learn of it then. She covered the sting from the bruising and punctures like it was usual business.

“You look well,” she didn't flinch, didnt think of a snap to throw at him. She just watched him, emerald hues following him as he approached.

“tell me sister have you been behaving since our last meet?” her lip twitched ever so slightly. All at once her face morphed; once unmoved and calm now a mess, unsure of what to think and speak.

"So I am infact your sister. " brows furrowed as the words left her lips. At the same time, her gut whirled and flipped inside. That could send him away or send him at her; or perhaps she didn't even know him anymore.

"No cadoc. No griffen. No strangers. If that's what you're curious about. " she re-steadied herself on her front two paws. Surely he was busy, however. A new title; dubbed by lachlan and griffen. If he wasn't such a pack mutt, why was he making himself so cozy?


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They rallied and they presented a front; raging, roaring, and rearing. Griffen held them all at a strong front, that was the focus here, right? Their ring leader, the head of the Trojan Horse that was Syndicate. Perhaps to the others; lachlan, Amelia, cadoc, velanna. But to Lorelei- it was Crixus. It should have always been Crixus. He stood off and most certainly out from the rest. A chill ran down her spine as she came to the call, and looked upon her brother, her blood, the other-better- part of her soul. She would show no sadness in the forethought that one of them or even both wouldn't come back from this. He wouldn't acknowledge it anyhow; would he ever? Should she die, she would find out as her half of their fated soul rose from a cold and limp bodice and watched. Would he grieve? Or would he simply be relieved? Her paw steps were quick and quiet as she flocked to her brother's side. Fibers of the siblings would just barely touch as she strode in and awaited the battle drums that would cease and the call to aim and strike. Emerald hues didn't search for a reaction from her brother, she watched them, waited for them. There was no room for error here; and she wanted nothing more to see some spark in her brother's eyes in the ways of worthiness. She would see it; perhaps today was that day. “speech"

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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. “my sin, my soul.” But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.” Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

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⸺ Lorelei Ambrosia⸺
The Venom Clamours of a Jealous Woman
Poisons More Deadly Than a Mad Dog's Tooth

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if only the coast of aberdeen offered seclusion, a spot to hide from wandering eyes and running muzzles. She couldnt slink and slither here like she did between the cover of the thick wood of the Fae Forest. Here, she was a sitting duck, an easy target if she wasn't watching everything she could all at once. Here, there was a heavier weight to which the paranoia hung around her neck; her father and his posse could easily find themselves here in a drunken excursion or by word of a scout they'd likely coerced into reporting any sightings of a creature with her physical attributes. It was always a worry, even more so in the lands that he raised her on. And so here, the sitting duck would get caught. Not by her father, no. But rather by a large, brusied and battered behemoth of a man. With an empty cage strapped to his back, he sauntered closer towards her. Greetings, he would first address her with. “Hope I’m not too much in your way, ma’am.” he was generous, how cute. And she was already unfolding her first act. " Goodness, no." her words were honey soaked, masking her usual cold and conniving tone. " What might have been your company before myself, Famhair Geal ." she wandered closer in his direction and gave a nod to what she meant; the empty cage that lay strapped to his back. Emerald hues twitched at the thought of examining the rest of the man, his pelt was blended with ivory and old Crimson; were they battle scars, or well deserved repercussions left to be a reminder? || Famhair Geal: White Giant "If the accident will."

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