[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Salvia Eternity · 06-19-2011, 09:56 AM

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Salvia is in her optime form, yaaay!

There was a good reason that Salvia was late; she had been fretting endlessly about her appearance since her father had warned her about the meeting. Something truly magnificent was going to happen. She intended to make sure that she looked appropriate when she asked for her right of passage, when she shed her puppy rank and was fully indoctrinated into the pack she called family. At six months old her body reflected her adolescence all too well—especially in her newly found Optime form.

While she had waited patiently for her father’s slave to finish grooming him, Salvia had been persistent in her secretive desire to gain the same. Rowan trusted the girl enough to meet with her without Larkspur knowing, and the two had worked tirelessly to ensure that Salvia glistened. When Rowan had been summoned Salvia had remained. This was why when the second call came she had tarried, but finally the lingering demand and fear she would be late hit her. In a near-panic the teenager moved towards the meeting place, her still large paws traveling at a brisk pace.

Sure enough, when she arrived most of the pack was assembled. Yet Salvia carried herself with all the pride that the daughter of a Queen would do; her head was high and her shoulders set. Her fur gleamed like her father’s, but it was an earthy color only slightly lighter than the boss. Dark hair fell to her shoulders, perfect but still wild, and vibrant acid eyes gleamed out from her sharp visage. As per custom, she greeted her superiors with silent respect, but retreated to her brother’s side as her father remained awaiting whatever magic their mother would perform.

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