Slavia had been busy with the prey creatures. Since the invasion of a mixed-pack group in the early First Month, and since the venture to the pack named for Japan (which caused more dislike within the Korean Jindo-wolf), the enslaved one had felt ‘closer’ to her master, Salvia. It was not a closeness that was felt with kin and family and friends. It was simply a cold loyalty that had been strengthened by Salvia’s given permissions and trust in the slave. And the shatter mind held onto that more strongly than the injustice that Slavia had done to her—the initial enslavement. This loyalty allowed the fighter to remain compliant and complacent—accepting, almost—of her status as ‘slave’. Had she been made a communal slave, such ‘loyalty’ may not have been allowed to blossom, and a different situation may have occurred. But such was the path of her fate. The Korean Jindo-Wolf, her life dedicated to the Taekwondo way of life, had ultimately become a slave. Fate was indeed strange.
Salvia made it known to the tenebrous slave that she required her slave to hunt. And the slave would. Having shifted to her natural shape, the Jindo-wolf had been prepared to depart to find her master sustenance, but she was made to pause by a call upon the air. Obsidian, horn-like auricles swiveled to hear it. The Boss of Salsola was calling again, just as he had the day after her day of birth. The black fae paused, turning her white orbs to Salvia. Her master already responded, her loyalty to the Boss truer and greater than any loyalty felt by the fighter. The black wolf found it strange to look upon, as if such emotions no longer were comprehendible to that shatter mind. It was as if she looked out upon the world through a window, a yet impenetrable glass separating her from them.
The enslaved one did not change her shape, but remained within the natural form. As a wolf, it was easier to remain submissive to the ranked members of Salsola. Her ears swiveled back and her tail remained lax as she followed at Salvia’s heels. The submissive posture was what the teacher Siv Helsi had demanded of her and other slaves, and for Salvia she complied.
Salvia was the first member to arrive. The white orbs lifted briefly to look upon the Boss and the Auxiliary. As a slave, the Korean was nothing, but she bowed her head respectfully nonetheless as she followed Salvia. She lingered behind at a respectful distance before following her Master seated aside the leader. The jindo wolf lay beside her seat, the sinew beneath her coat rippling as muscles contracted and relax. The dark, strong maw rested upon her paws, the golden ring glinting in the half light. Half-lidded, the lunar orbs watched as other members arrived. She recognized Siv Helsi, and the others she remembered from the prior gathering. But, as always, Salvia was the slave’s only concern. And she would remain there at Salvia’s side, laying in relaxed submission until her services were required.
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