[m] [p] the screaming in the calle

Salvia Eternity · 05-01-2012, 03:08 PM

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This was not the first time such a thing had happened. Salvia had dared to challenge Sirius—he had broken her through force of will. Her mother could not. She knew this now and knew, deep in her heart, that she had crossed a line in doing this thing. By usurping the Auxiliary she had shown her weakness. They were lucky none had come to the cries of their leader, or this shame would have been certainly met with punishment. Salvia was a force within the pack—she answered to two people alone and had the strength to hold her ground against nearly all who might oppose her.

The stillness unnerved her, but she did not trust it. This proved correct as the sable coyote sturck out again, and satisfied that her mother would not be so foolish as to attack her bodily, Salvia did release her grip. She moved with a pace neither rushed nor slow; she walked as one might walk around a snake. Her eyes never left the dark form, though her voice rose high and demanding. Orders were given and responded to. Behind her, Molca finally stilled. A sharper, doggish bark summoned the black horse from the edge of the forest.

Prancing and snorting uneasily, Nacht stilled only at Salvia’s touch. Only then did she turn from her mother and hoist Molca bodily onto the big stallion, swinging up behind her. One hand grasped the woman’s waist while the other took hold of the leather straps she used to guide the horse. No words were offered to her mother, but a singular and pointed look was cast in her direction.

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