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Salvia Eternity · 07-10-2011, 12:58 PM

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It had been that high and intoxicating fear-smell that Salvia’s senses woke to first. She knew what it was; after all, she played with nearly all her prey. That scent had become a drug of sorts, one she craved for the way it shocked her senses into being. Electricity filled the world, and her pupils widened to suck in the energy around her. Salvia knew of magic. How could she not, when her father spoke the language of the dead and her mother saw the world beyond? Great and terrible power had been given to her bloodline and she knew, she just knew, it was hers for the taking.

Clouds obstructed the night sky, and only the faintest outlines of her mother’s body were seen. Pale fur, the bone-white mask, these were ritual items and meant to be respected. A twitter of fear crossed her heart but as with the task Sirius appointed to her, she dismissed them. Fear was a mind-killer. She would learn to fear nothing least it destroy her as it had Harlowe. So she let out one long breath and steadied herself as she sat. Eris’ condition was met with indifference; she still disliked the idea of having more siblings, especially now that Wretch’s condition had been revealed. For a second, she considered telling her mother. This too, was dismissed. It was not a matter for grown-ups.

Her mother’s hands were soft and wiry, much different than Sirius’ or Larkspur’s. Salvia stared at the bear skull, her ears high and eyes wide. She would face pain tonight. Pain was not to be feared. With a shaking breath, she nodded, then spoke more firmly than she imagined she might. “I’m ready.”

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