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- Salvia Eternity - 09-26-2011 [html]
Private. Pick any area you want!
<style type="text/css"> The makeup of Salvia was one of both heredity and community. She was naturally talented; she could hunt extremely well, she spoke several languages, and she was gifted with an unusual pelt that accented her beauty. However, she was given an insatiable will to dominate—it was displayed in her everyday interactions, in the way she behaved around strangers. Salsola had warped her into a beast that carried within her a tiger of wrath. Though she had not informed anyone of what she had done, it did not surprise her to recall attacking (even, attempting to kill) her sister. It was a shame the girl still lived. A body now showing the hard-work of days of hunting and fighting training was poised in a combat stance. Her hands were hooked into talons, claws extended. She shadow-boxed, striking at the air. Blonde-brown hair broke free of the leather thong holding it, but she did not slow. To get through her practice was far more important. After several more faux strikes, she composed herself with a languid stretch. Arms high, her body put on display the curves of a girl not yet a woman. She would gain her mother’s curves though not her build, for Salvia was taller and while heavy, her weight came from compact muscle. There was no doubt she was a force to be reckoned with. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:400px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ataxia D'Angelo - 09-26-2011 IS THIS FOR ME!? I hope so because otherwise I feel like a jerk for stealing someone else's P thread... so let me know if I am wrong and I will get this beleted! How does Borgata Coatl sound? Since it looks like you need it for the Game and it would be within a child's walking distance... mayyybeee. And I just realized Salvia and Ataxia have similar traits and I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO DO THAT. >_> [html] [/html] - Salvia Eternity - 09-26-2011 [html]
Lol it was for Alaine but no worries! I don't want to make you delete a post.
<style type="text/css">Salvia was not aware of any of the traits she shared with her sisters. By large, this was due to her desire to have nothing to do with them. In her mind, as was the way of predatory things, the new children were a threat to her established pattern. Even Pandemic, who far outweighed her and stood more than a head taller, took heed to follow his sister. She was a woman with a strong personality, not unlike her mother. Yet it was Sirius who had taught her; subconsciously, she had picked up his patterns and used them on others. Slaves, mostly, but her cousin as well. Keen ears caught the sound of the pup above her own heavy (though hardly worn) breathing. Irritated to be spied upon, she frowned and narrowed her eyes. They were brilliantly colored, like her mother, but darker and far more feral. Intellegence made her a beast of knowledge. She was far to wise to be classified as a savage. "Come out," she ordered, husky voice sharp. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ataxia D'Angelo - 09-26-2011 DANGIT. I knew I should have PMed you and asked. *idiot* Hopefully Alaine won't hate me! >_> [html] [/html] - Salvia Eternity - 09-26-2011 [html]
I'm sure it isn't a problem! I can start her another one after this.
<style type="text/css">It was with disdain that Salvia regarded the dark, squirming form. They were kin, sisters, and the instinctive knowledge that the newer generation could be a threat lingered. They would lack the surplus meat that made Pandemic and Salvia so strong. They would grow in Salsola as its first litter, but not the favored. Salvia knew her role in the pack and knew her bonds with those in power were solid and safe, even from a child. She watched her sister as a hunting cat sized its prey; and Salvia certainly knew how cats behaved. Yet the girl was unafraid and Salvia was sure of why. No one would touch the children of the Auxilary and the massive Arbiter. One man had tried to kill her, and her father and rended him asunder. So she knew better than to harm the girl, but in the back of her mind, the instinct remained. Green eyes glimmered with rancorous light. "Which one are you?" She asked, making no move to change her stance from the one which displayed her dominance clearly. While not aggressive, her shoulders were squared and back, chest high. Ears rose above her blonde hair, tail swung cat-like behind her. Her feet, large and clawed, were such that her weight remained balanced low. It was a subtle display, but one accented by her sharp voice and terrible eyes. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ataxia D'Angelo - 09-26-2011 I was just so excited! :3 [html] [/html] - Salvia Eternity - 09-26-2011 [html] She should have known. Pan knew the girls well enough, bubbling over them like a child. Salvia disliked the idea that they were her kin if only because of the threat they held. So she was forced to behave in ways that made her domineering, cruel. She had yet to develop the grace of words as her uncle knew them, though her bodu was a lithe and effortless language that spoke of rank. One day she would learn his shadow-tongue and it would make her far more powerful than her body alone could be. Ataxia. This girl was smart. She observed Salvia, though she was careful to remain submissive and not look her in the eye. Even family could not risk such a thing in Salsola. "Who is watching you?" She asked, guessing it was not their mother. Molca had a habit of isplacing the pups, but they were the right age to begin wandering. One hand rose and pushed her hair from her face. Salvia's stance softened some, tension leaving her body. Adrenaline had a tendancy to linger, but once it settled, her natural grace returned. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ataxia D'Angelo - 09-26-2011 [html] [/html] - Salvia Eternity - 09-26-2011 [html] While the driving instinct was to destroy this stranger-sister, Salvia obeyed the higher rules of Salsola and of Sirius. Children, especially this first litter, would be vital to the pack and its survival. So she made a face at the mention of the child being alone, briefly revealing a set of pearly white teeth to the crisp air. Her tongue told her what her nose already knew; autumn was fast approaching. She has grown up in winter and knew it would come soon. A true child of her season, Salvia longed for the days of silence and darkness. She smiled, though it was a Chesire lie and did not meet her eyes. "Well you shouldn't be out alone," her voice softened to a rumbling purr, though she felt no warmth for the girl. "It's not always safe for little things like you." A threat? She had seen the dangers of the world. She had hunted the young and the weak and knew while no wolf would cross their borders, other threats remained. Her father had told her of eagles snatching children from cliffs in the Khalif, and her aunt echoed these stories. If a bird could kill a child, why not a cat, or a bear, or even the wilderness and terrain itself? .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ataxia D'Angelo - 09-26-2011 [html] [/html] - Salvia Eternity - 09-26-2011 [html] There was certainly something to be said for the bravery of a child, though Salvia imagined that children (as she had been a child) were often ignorant of things. She had learned quickly, from Harlowe’s madness, that the world was a dangerous place. Yet she also learned, and was reinforced in this belief, that safety lay with her family. Recently, though, a new factor had been added to her life’s equation. Betrayal. Wraith had betrayed her, and she had nearly killed the girl for this. If any of these children were to stand against them, she would do what needed done. “I will take you,” the older woman offered, tilting her head and rolling one shoulder with a pop. “Mother has been quite busy, but I’d like to see if she’s around.” Without waiting for a response, the tall woman began her trek towards her mother’s home. Whether or not Ataxia had recognized their shared scent was indifferent to Salvia. She did wish to see her mother, but like always, she doubted the woman would be around. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Ataxia D'Angelo - 09-27-2011 [html] [/html] - Salvia Eternity - 10-21-2011 [html] There was confidence in every step she took; it was arrogance without a doubt, though she carried herself with grace and with poise. Though young, she had been raised within the society of Salsola and understood appearance meant everything. Only her disowned sister and the man who had saved her had ever seen the tiger that lived under Salvia’s domestic front. This child, her sister, seemed to sense it. This was for the best. Salvia had shown herself more than capable of turning on blood. “Why yes,” she purred, eyes narrowed and lip half-curled. She was malicious even now, despite the sticky-sweet tone of her voice. “You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?” This she did not lie about, pleased that the children at least knew of her. Intentionally, Salvia had avoided coming to her mother’s home since the birth. All girls, her brother had said. All threats to her dominance as the first-born, eldest daughter. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] |