[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Larkspur D'Angelo · 06-16-2011, 07:31 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

+3. When he does sit it will be next to Itachi, on Sirius' right.

Sirius had come to his largest Arbiter the night before, and that was when Larkspur had made his decision. This ritual, while new to him, was one that held both purpose and power within Salsola. To not face it with the same respect as he might had this been Khalif would be shameful not only to him but to his family. Given the fact that Eris had gone down that route on her own, he had no desire to follow suit.

Night was the time of his patron god, and for this reason Larkspur traveled with the ram alive. Tak would demand sacrifice, and even if the Salsola members did not worship as he did, killing the beast in any sort of ritual would suffice as long as the words were spoken. Though the rite to present to the spirits was for Eris and the Crone, Larkspur would speak to the earth-demon and send him away from their home. At the very least, it would keep him at bay—Eris had welcomed Tak into her womb when she spoke ill of him and the sisters.

Massive in all forms, the Optime male had dragged the ram to his home the previous evening. Rowan, before Sirius had summoned her, had scrubbed the animal clean. Larkspur had spent time making himself presentable as well; while normally dirty and scruffy, he was spotless. In the firelight his fur gleamed like that of snowflake obsidian, catching the color of the flames in a way that paled in comparison to his orange eyes. He led the ram by a halter, and the animal’s steps were stiff and nervous—only the will of the massive wolf kept it in order.

He halted before the leaders of the pack, presenting the mighty ram to the pair. “For the health of Salsola,” the Arbiter said gravely, slowly, careful of his pronunciation. His eyes trailed to Eris, silently asking if she sought to perform any ritual with the animal before it was taken to the slaves.

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