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Libitina hated her life in Westfall. She hated everything about it. She hated the Maman, she hated the royals, and she hated all of those stuck-up, tight-a** dragons that really thought that others should be judged by their pelt color, which was, of course, something that could not be controlled! Most of all, Libitina hated Tyrande. She hated the Maman heir with all of her heart because the princess disliked her mother. And another thing: Libitina hated how her mother talked of death all of the time. She loved her mother, but death was not exactly a happy subject! It was because of Muerta's constant "death talk" that Libitina found time to get away from the pack for a while and sit by herself in a lonely corner of the pack camp, brooding on what she disliked the most.

Despite all that Libitina hated about Westfall, she doubted that she could ever leave. Her mother was a huntress for the pack, her two siblings were here alongside her, and, perhaps the most important of all, she had been accepted as an apprentice training to be the pack's healer. She knew that the job of healer was a great responsibility and she had much to learn, but it was a honored position and if she surpassed expectation, she would get the admiration and respect she deserved, and damn if she didn't truly deserve it. Libitina sat in silence in her lowly little corner as she thought about her success and how she would rub it in those stuck-up "bright pelt" dragons' faces.

Mercedes was friggin' loving life.

She took a sick pleasure in making the light pelts squirm by sitting too close to them at meal time or making passes at some of the ladies. Sometimes she pondered when it would all backfire on her, but those thoughts were few and far between.

The only time she really became pleasant was around her family and her sister, expecially. Mercedes picked up on her sister's emotions like they were her own, taking appropriate action to cheer her up in just the right ways when she was able. Though, as time went on, it became harder and harder because they weren't together as often. Hunting was so much fun, so why didn't Libitina pick it instead of healing? Like the lights were going to let her in.

She hopped from boulder to boulder across the great river to one of the more obscure areas of the bowl. In what had started out as a simple day of exploration because something of a scavenger hunt when she smelt her brother. It surprised her to find both siblings together. "I know that face," she grinned, stepping up beside Thanatos to look at Libi. "Whats going on in that head of yours?"

Curling his tail around himself, Thanatos listened to his sister's distaste for the way dark pelts were treated with an ever open mind. He understood the way his family felt about the whole situation, though he may not have felt the same way. Those rules were established in the pack a long time ago and the belief that dark dragons were lesser was something that was practically bred into many of them. He didn't expect them to just throw away their traditions and beliefs so easily. Nor did he expect those on the losing end of these traditions to accept it willingly. But he knew better than to speak his mind on this matter. Libi was set in her opinions of the lighter dragons and it wasn't his place to try and convince her otherwise. Instead, he settled on trying to answer her question about their mother, "I don't think so. Death's just as important as life. You can't get most dragons to shut up when there's new life in the pack. Why should we be so quiet about death?"

Before he could begin spewing some of the things Kunoichi had told him about the necessity of balance in the universe Mercedes showed up. He turned to their eldest sibling and smiled, "Hey, Mercedes."

Libitina chuckled at her sister's ranting. She could get pretty riled up at times when she was passionate about something. This seemed to be one of those times. "Yeah, we do hunt better than the bright pelts. I mean, look at Mother! She's probably the best huntress in the whole pack and she's a dark pelt!" She smiled to herself. That would certainly be something if Muerta was recognized as the greatest huntress of all of Westfall. That'd show those uppity half-wits.

Libi looked back at her brother. "I... suppose. But still. Some may not want to hear about death all the time, and some want to live their lives to the fullest without worrying about death. And besides that, in a way, death surrounds us all. Anything can kill you... Diseases, nature, other dragons and animals... Some don't like thinking about that stuff." As she spoke, she looked away from her siblings. She knew that what she said was true for her, too. She was always squeamish around sick and dead things, but she wanted to change that by being a healer. Death was something she could not afford as a healer for an entire pack.

She was jerked out of her thoughts by Mercedes and her talking of their father. Libi grimaced slightly. She had always wondered who their real father was. Weland was a good father, of course, but he wasn't their father. Whenever she spoke to Muerta about it, the huntress would get quiet and not say anything. Once, Libi remembered, she badgered Muerta so much that she said that the three of them were "wonderfully happy mistakes." This concept that the siblings were "mistakes" stayed in Libitina's mind. She looked at Mercedes. "Well... what if Mother didn't choose to have us? I mean, I think she said once that our father was a rouge, so..." Libi trailed off, not wanting to say anything more on the subject.

Mercedes kept innocently quiet as she listened to her siblings, biting her tongue from saying something completely stupid. She had a sick fascination with death that bordered on the insane, one that tempted her to try and revived them from time to time. It had been a fun game as a child when she found dead birds, but now....

But wouldn't it be wonderful, if Libi never had to worry? Anyone who died could just be brought back. How wonderful.

She shifted, flopping her tail to the side. "I'm sure she didn't choose us, and that dominant trait thing might be true, but it's just...I don't know." Mercedes had a hard time accepting Weland into her life, after such a long time without a father. Maybe it would have been easier had he looked like them, but something about him rubbed her the wrong way.

"I guess you're right...Mom might take it a bit personally if you did ignore her. And we definitely don't want Phoebe giving us a hard time." He gave a sheepish grin, just a bit amused at the thought of the princess blowing a gasket. Phoebe really did love them, in spite of all the things that "tainted" them, and while they never really said it, Thanatos was quite certain that his siblings and himself felt the same about her. However, she loved Muerta more and she'd certainly kick their asses if they did anything to upset their mother. Shaking his head, Than just smiled and returned to his sister's problem. There was on real solution he could come up with for her the best he could do was offer some cliche, supportive words, "I'm sure you'll find some way to deal with this, Libi. It just might take some time."

He was sure his method of handling problematic situations was much too slow for his sister, both of them probably. He really wasn't anything like either of them. They both always seemed to be fired up and ready to get something started, Mercedes more so than Libi, but he took everything at such a slower pace than them. Than couldn't help but wonder if that was something he picked up from their father, since Muerta wasn't really like that either. The mystery of their father was so frustrating and tantalizing at the same time. Than wished Muerta would give them at least some clue as to who he was; coat color, name, breed...just something!