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Salvia Eternity · 06-20-2012, 12:17 PM

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A curious tiger’s gaze watched, silently, full of pent-up violence, as her mother faltered. To mourn was one thing; she had seen them mourn at the pyre despite the witch-woman’s words of providence and celebration. It perturbed some part of her to see her mother fall, but she was a rational girl, and she had been rational for eons now. Sirius had begun it when she was a child and still green with envy. Salvia did not feel much at all these days. Her world had been shattered but she had endured as was the destiny of those held to higher purpose. One did not need to be magic to understand that.

She was nude, well-muscled and compact despite her height, glistening sandy-black in the foliage. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a careful ponytail, fashioned by a slave stolen from her very mother. TK’s purpose was still great, but for Pandemic now, and not his clever sister. Her aspirations required something much greater.

Boldly and without trepidation she stalked forward, following the black shape of her cracking leader, following now because she would never do so again. Her shoulders were set, her back straight, her head high. She looked nothing like a subordinate should. Acidic eyes bore holes into the back of the woman’s head, but Salvia, while fully capable of stalking and taking down a living creature without mercy, owed that much to her mother.

“Auxiliary,” she barked. “I would speak to you.” It was a demand. It was a command.

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