= Loyalties =
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The pre-dawn frost bit past her clothes and into the Rakrran's fur as she stalked through the deserted streets of Regalia. Only the eccentric wandered alone at this hour: the night-workers, the infected, and the brothel-goers, all of which Kamirah could be considered respectively. But tonight she wandered not with purpose; but for the contradictory reason that she had no purpose. Thoughts began to chase her every step regardless of how fast she moved.
"You'll have to pick a side eventually, Kamirah."
Saen
Her best friend. Though she had known the self-declared Brood for little more than a few weeks, he had quickly grown to become a beloved friend, hunting partner, and friendly adversary. She had been forced to bite back her horror at the Nelfin's premature death, but out in the cold and empty 5am streets, there was no-one to hold the blade to her throat and demand her silence. Kamirah paused to glance at the familiar, abandoned doorstep where he had taught her how to feed in the city just days prior, and beads of moisture began to form within the corners of her bloodshot, hungering eyes. She made a silent vow not to allow his death to have been in vain.
Lliev
Her elder. "Father", as her infection had discreetly nudged her towards addressing him. The crimson-eyed Wolond struck equal amounts of fear into her heart as his presence soothed her, which even now she could not comprehend. His words--demands they were--coiled around the action centres of her mind much like a snake baring its fangs. She knew that no matter how long she held out against his infiltrating words, she would not be able to deny them forever. He was above her in both strength and status, and with his son lost at the hands of those she also called friends, he would soon groom her to become the next heir of the Sanguine blessing. Her lip curled up in a soft, defiant growl as she stooped beside the bench where they had conversed the evening prior--where she had been commanded to choose her loyalties.
Tullion
Her lover. Tullion had been the first to show her mercy and affection when she migrated to the centre of Regalia, and as such he held a special place within the Rakrran's otherwise unreliable heart. Even as the Vampiric infection continuously strangled and morphed her original morals and personality, she couldn't find it within herself to leave the Half-Kathar Silven to the wayside. Thoughts of him filled her with a deep desire to protect--to be not so easily swayed by the violent and unrelenting words of her elders. But then, if she was so comfortable with her love, why did she silently feel that her every choice might spell out doom for him? Guilt flushed her cheeks with a warmth that was less than reassuring, and she pushed her frosty shawl aloft to cover the mouth that had been the near-end of them so many times before.
Kailu
Kamirah's shoeless feet drew to a complete halt as this single name appeared among the cacophony of thoughts swirling her head. She had no answer for him, no words that she could rewind to herself to help understand the way she felt about Kailu. He was neither of the Coven, nor of the group of aberrant friends which she had forcefully pushed herself into. An outlier. And yet, she held an equal amount of loyalty to him as she did to all of the others, however recent it had been acquired. She dug her clawed toes into the dirt to admire the fresh soil beneath, before continuing on her way.
By the time Kamirah returned to her senses, wrenched from her all-encompassing thoughts by the subtle burn of daybreak, she had walked her way out of the back gate of the Slums. Out here, the world was peaceful. Regalia was mere steps behind, but there it would stay: it could not follow her out into the wilderness, nor would it's people come looking for her until it became worrisome. The Rakrran drew a deep breath of the November air, noting it's light and crisp scent with the hint of morning dew. For a time, she contemplated if this walk had helped her to draw any conclusions at all.
Without an answer, she turned to pad quietly back through the Old Town wall.
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